Milford chronicle., 1895-06-28

A ministering angel thou
The Mothers In Sickness.
think the most pathetic passage in all
the Bible is the description of the lad who
went out to the harvest field Of Shunem and
got MISUNDERSTANDING his hands on his
temples and crying out, oh my head, my
headp and they said Garry him to his
mother" And then the record is, "EIe sat
on her knees till noon and then died - It
is an awful thing to be i'll away from home
in a strange hotel, once in awhile men
coming to look at you, holding their hand
over their mouth for fear that they will
catch the contagion. How roughly they
turn you in bed How loudly they talkl
How you long for the ministries Of homel
I knew one such who went away from one
of the brightest Of homes for several weeks
! business absence at the west A telegram
came at midnight that he was on his
deathbed, far away from home BY OK
press train the lyifo and daughters went
westward, but they went too late He
| feared not to die, but lac was in an agony
/ to live until his family gotfhere. He tried
/ to bride the doctor to make him live a lit
tie while longer. He said, u am willing
to die, but not alone. P" But the pulses
fluttered, the eyes closed and the heart
stopped. The express, trains met in the
midnight-wife and daughters going west
ward-lifeless remains of husband and IA
ther coming eastward Oh, it was n sad,
pitiful, overwhelming spectaclel When
we are sick, we want to be sick at home.
When the time comes for us to die, we
want to die at home. The room may be
very humble, and the faces that look into
ours may be very plain, but who cares for
that? Loving hands TO battle the temples.
Loving voices to speak good cheer Loving
lips to read the comforting promises of
Jesus.
In our last dreadful war men cast the
cannon men fashioned the musketry men
cried to the hosts: Forward MarchF'
men hurled their battalions on the sharp
edges of the enemy, crying: "Chargel |
Charged but woman scraped the lint,
woman administered the cordials, woman /
watched by the dying couch, woman wrote /
the last message to the home circle, wom-
an wept at the solitary burial attended by |
herself and four men with a spade. We |
greeted the general home with brass bands
and triumphal arches and wild huzzas,
but the story-is too good to be written
anywhere, save III the chronicles Of heay-
en-, of Mrs. Brady, who came down among
the sick in the swamps of the CbickahOm-
my; of Annie Ross, in the cooper shop
hospital Of Margaret Breckenridge, who
came to men who had been for weeks with
their wounds undressed, some of them
frozen to the ground, and when she turned
them over those that had an arm left
waved it and filed the air with their q Hur-
rahl" of Mrs. Hodge, who came FROM Chi
cago with blankets and Sgith pillows until
the men shouted: "Three cheers for tho
Christian commissiOn God bless the
women at homep' then, sitting down to
Jake the last message; "Tell my wife not
TO fret about me- but to meet me in heav-
IN. Tell her to train up the boys whom ,
We have loved so we'll; tell her we shall
meet again IT. the good land tell her to !
lear my loss like the Christian wife of a
Christian soldier" and of Mrs. Shelton !
nto whose face the convalescent soldier
ooked and said, Your grapes and cologne !.
.ured me. - Men did their work with shot !.
md shell and carbine and howitzer; wom-
N did their work with socks and slippers :
nd bandages and warm drinks and Scrip :
ure texts and gentle strokings of the hot Z
emples and stories of that land where they !
lever have any pain. Men knelt down E
Yer the wounded and said, "On which :
ide did you fight?" Women knelt down !,
yer the wounded and said: "Where are
GU hurt? What nice thing can 1 make ="
Or you to eatg What makes you cryf"
'onight while we men are sound asleep
D our beds there viii be light in yonder II
)ft, there will be groaning in that dark Il
LEY, there will be cries of distress in that d
ellar. Men will Sleep and women viii &
'atch. Il
Women In Charity. y
Again, woman has n superlative right CT
D take care Of the poor There are hun "
reds and thousands of them in all our h'
ties There is kind Of work that men Il
innot do for the poor Here comes a as
roup of little barefoot children to the :.
DOR of the Dorcas society. They need to 4
0 clothed and provided for. Which of
lese directors Of banks would know how 4,
ANY yards it would take to make that :,
tile girl dress? Which Of these mascu- -
ne hands could fit hat to that little r