The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-06-28

mothers hand dropping the ball
when Lord Bacon wrote, and Newte
philosophical, and Alfred the Grei
governed, and Jonathan Edward
Numbered of Judgment to come. Ho
many men there have been in hig
political station who would have bee
insufficient to stand the test to whic
their moral principle was put, ha
it not been for wife's voice tina
encouraged them to do right, and
wife's prayer that sounded louder thai
the clamor of partisanship! The RICH
of suffrage, as we men. exercise il
seems to be feeble thing. You,
Christian man, come up to the ballot
box and. lrop your vote. Right afte
you ,oomes libertine, or a sot-th
offscouring of the street-and he drop
his vote, and his vote counterfeit
yours. But if in the quiet of HON,
| life daughter by her Christian de
meanor, q wife by her industry, /;
mother by her faithfulness, casts ;
vote in the right direction, then moth
ing can resist it, and the influence OF
that vote will throb through the eter
mites.
My chief anxiety then, is, not that
woman have other rights accorded her,
but that she, by the grace of God, rise
up to the appreciation of the glorious
rights she already possesses First,
she has the right to make home happy.
That realm no one has ever disputed
with her. Men may come home at
noon or at night, and then tarry a
comparatively little while; but she,
all day long, governs it, beau. ifes it,
sanctifies it. 1t is within her power to
make it the most attractive place on
earth. 1t is the only calm harbor in
this world. You know as well as do
that this outside world and the business
world are long scene of jostle and
contention. The man who has dol
lar struggles to keep it. Prices up.
Prices down. Gains Misrepresenta-
tions. Underselling Buyers depre-
statesmen exaggerating. Ten
ants seeking less rents; landlords de-
more. Struggles about office.
Men who are in trying to keep in; men
out trying to get in. Slips. Tumbles.
Defalcations. Panics. Catastrophes.
Oh. woman! thank God you have
home, and that you may be queen in
It. Better be there than wear Victo-
las coronet. Better be there than
larry the purse of princess. Your
lbode may be humble, but you can, by
Four faith in God and your cheerful
less of demeanor, gild it with splen-
lors such as an upholsterer's hand |
lever yet kindled. There are abodes |
n every city-humble, two stories;
our plain, unpapered rooms; undesir-
BILE neighborhood; and yet here is
aan who would die on the threshold
ather than surrender.
Why? 1t is home. Whenever he
links of it he sees angels of God how
ring around it. The ladders of Heav-
n are let down to that house. Over
he child's rough crib there are the
hantings OF angels as those that
roke over Bethlehem. 1t is home.
hese children may come up after
while, and they may win high posi-
on, and they may have an afduent
,sidence; but they will not until their
wing day forget that humble roof, un-
er which their father rested, and their
other sang, and their sisters prayed.
b, If you would gather up ali tender
emories, all the lights and shades Of
re heart, all banqueting and re-
hons, all filial, fraternal, paternal
I'd conjugal affections, and you had
lly just four letters with which to
ell out that height and depth, and
myth, and breadth, aud magnitude,
i'd eternity of meaning, you would,
It'll streaming eyes. and trembling 5
ice, and agitatcd hand, write it out ,
those four living capitals, HOME.
What right does women want that |
grander than to be queen in such '
aim? Z
Oh, woman, with the lightning of S
ur soul, strike dead at your feet all t
csc allurements to dissipation and /
fashion. Your immortal soul can i
be fed upon such garbage. God d
lis you up to empire and b
minion. viii you have it? Oh, give q
God your heart; give to God all a
ur best energies; give to God all A
ur culture; give to God all your re- a
ement; give yourself to Him, for q
is world and the next. Soon all "
sse bright eyes will be quelched, o
d these voices will be hushed. For /,
last time you will look upon &
S fair earth. Fathers hand, "
'ther's hand, sisters hand, child's e.
nd will no more be yours. 1t will O
night, and there will come up cold 8
nd from the Jordan, and you must :.
TT Will it Be a lone woman on a v
ckless moor? Ali no. Jesus will ii
nj up in that hour and offer His m
nd and He will saw. ssYou Stood h.,