Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-07-10
NO. 80.

| the sun never sets upon the Eng1Sn Empire,
but have to tell you that on this realm OF
woman's influence eternity never marks
any bound. Isabella fed from the Spanish
throne, pursued by the Nations anathema,
but she who is queen in home will never
lose her throne, and death itself will only be
lhe annexation Of heavenly principalities.
| When you want to get your grandest idea
II queen you do not think Of Catherine OF
Russia or OF Anne of England or Marie
Theresa Of Germany, but when you want to
get your grandest idea Of a queen you think
81 the plain woman who sat opposite your
,ather at the table or walked with him
arm in arm down life's pathway: some-
hines to the Thanksgiving banquet, some
times to the grave, but always together
soothing your petty griefs, correcting
your childish waywardness, joining in
your infantile sports, listening to your even.
Ing prayers. toiling for you with needle or
1t the spinning wheel, and on cold nights
| wrapping Won nm snuR and warm. And then
at last on that day when she lay in the back
| room dying, and you saw her takethose thin
hands with which she had toiled for you SO
long. and put them together in a dying
prayer that commended you to the God
| whom she had taught you to trust-oh, she
was the queen! The chariots Of God came
down to fetch her. and as she went in all
| heaven rose up. You cannot think OF her
| now without a rush of tenderness that stirs
the deep foundations OF your soul, and You
| feel as much a child again as when you cried
| on her lap, and il you could bring her back
| again to speak just once more your name as
| willing to throw yourself on the ground and
! kiss the sod that covers her. crying,
Smother! mother!' All! she was the queen
she was the queen. Now, can you
tell me how many thousand miles a
woman IKE InaI ~
travel down before she got to the
ballot box2 Compared with thia
W nf kipps
and eternity, how Insignificant seems all
this work of voting for aldermen and COM
mon councilmen and sheriffs and constables
and mayors and presidents! To make one
such grand woman as l have described how
many thousands would you want of those
people who go in the round of fashion and
| dissipation, going as far toward disgraceful
apparel as they dare go, SO as not to bs
| arrested by the police-their behavior a sor.
row to the good and a caricature Of the
vicious and an insult to that God who made
| them women and not gorgons, and trampin9
on, down through frivolous and dissipated
life, to temporal and eternal damnation.
Your dominion Is home, o woman! What
brave fight for home the women OF Ohio
made some ten or fifteen years ago, when
they banded together and in many OF the
towns and cities Of that State, marched In
! procession, and by prayer and Christian
songs shut up more places Of dissipation than
| were ever counted! Were they opened
| to shut up the gates of hell for two orthree
months? 1t seemed that men engaged in the
business of destroying others did not know
how to cope with this kind of warfare. They
knew how to fight the Maine liquor law, and
| they knew how to fight the National Temper.
snce Society, and they knew how to fight the
| Sons of Temperance and Good Samar.
tans, but when Deborah appeared upon
| ;he scene Sisera took to his feet and
got to the mountains. 1t seems that
a -
Coronation" and "Old Hundred" and
"Brattle Street" and "Bethany," they were
| 20 very intangible. These men found that
they could not accomplish much against
| Tat kind of warfare, and In one of the cities
regiment was brought out all armed tc
disperse the women They lme down II
battle array, but, oh, what poor success! fol
that regiment was made up of gentlemen
and gentlemen do not like to shoot women
with hymnbooks in their hands. Oh, they
found that cunning for female prayer meet.
Ing was very poor business. No real
| damage was done, although there was threat
Of violence after threat Of violence all oveI
the land. I really think II the womeI
| Of the East had as much faith in God as thet1
Histers of the West had and the same reck.
| lessness OF human criticism, I really believO
| that In one month three-fourths OF tho
grogshops of our cities would be closed, and
| there would be running through the CUTTERS
| Of the streets Burgundy and cognac, and
Heidsick and old port and Schiedam
| schnapps and lager beer, and you would
save your fathers and your husbands and
your sons first from a drunkard's grave and
| secondly from a drunkard's hell. To this
battle for home let all women rouse them
| selves. Thank God for our early home.
Thank God for our present home. THANH
| God for the coming home in heaven.
One twilight, after had been playing with
the children for some time, lay down on
the lounge to rest. The children said play
| more. Children always want to play more.
And, half asleep and half awake, l seemedto
dream this dream: 1t seemed to me that
| was in a far distant land-not Persia, al.
though more than Oriental luxuriance
crowned the cities; nor the tropics, although
| more than tropical fruitfulness filled the
gardens; nor Italy, although more than
Italian softness filled the air. And wan.
cered around looking for thorns and nettles,
but found none of them grew there. And
walked forth, and saw the sun rise, and
| l said, "When will it set again?" and the
sun sank not. And saw all the people IN
| holiday apparel, and 1 said, "When do
they put on workingmans garb again
| and delve in the mine and swelter at the
forge?' But neither the garments nor the
robes did they put off. And l wandered in
! the suburbs, and 1 said, ''Where do they
bury the dead Of this great city?" And I
looked along by the hills where it would be
post beautiful for the dead to sleep, and
Saw castles and towns and battlements, but
not mansoleum nor monument nor white
slab could see. And went into the great
| chapel of the town, and said: "Where do
| the poor worship? Where are the benches
on which they sit?" And voice answered.
I'VE have no poor in this great city,"
And wandered out, seeking to find the
place where were the novels of the destitute.
and found mansions of amber and ivory
and gold, bpt NO teaE did see or sigh hear.
J was bewildered, ana sat under the SHADOW
inf. nd I sal Whafa
| whence comes all this?" And at that moment
there came from among the leaves, skipping
pp the fiowery paths and across the spark
ling waters, a very bright and sparkling
group, and when l saw their step I
knew it, and when l heard their voices
thought knew them, but their apparel was
| 80 different from anything had ever seen
| bowed stranger to strangers. But after
| awhile, when they clapped their hands and
shouted. "Welcome! welcomed the mystery
| was solved, and l saw that time had passed
and that eternity had come, and that God had
| said, ''Are we are here?" anl the voices OF
tnpumerable generations answered, '.All
here, and while tears OF gladnes5 were rain.
| ing down our cheeks. and the branches OF
| Lebanon cedars were cappinS their hands,
| and the towers of the great city were chim-
| Ing their welcome, we began TO laugh and
| sing and leap and shout, "Home! home
| tome!'
Then felt child's hand on my face, and
| II woke me. The children wanted to play
| more. Children always want to play more
Mistook His Sons Hat for a Mark.
At Dyers Bay, Canada, James Graham, a
farmer, mistakinS his sons hat for a marh