The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-24
WOMEN FULL OF GOOD WORKS.
rALMAGE breaches on SISTERS OF
CHARITY.

4HAhAANs
The Sermon Delivered at Beatrice,
Neb.-HiS Text Found In the Book
of Acts-The Special and SuPerIa-
tive Right of Blessing and Com
fOrting the sick Belongs 10 WO-
man-wOman's Work I'm War.
Beatrice, Neb.. June 2s.-In his sermon
for to-day. Rev. DR.. Talmage. who is now
on his summer western tour. chose
subject that must awaken the sympa-
thies of all lovers Of humanity. viz; Sis
tiers of Charity" The text selected was:
Acts 9: IS: This woman was full Of good
works and almsdeeds which she did"
Starting now where I left of last Sab
bath in reciting woman's opportunities, I
have TO say that woman has the special
and superlative right Of blessing and COM
forting the sick. What land. what street.
what house. has not felt the smitings of
disease? Tens of thousands of
sickbeds What shall we do
with them? Shall man. with
his rough hand and heavy foot. and i'm
patient bearing. minister? No. He can
not soothe the pain. He cannot quiet the
nerves. He knows not where to set the
light. His hand is not steady enough to
pour out the drops. He is
not wakeful enough to be a
Dix into the Virginia hospitals. and the
Maid of sargossa to appease the wounds
of the battlefield. has equipped wife,
mother and daughter. for this delicate but
Tremendous mission. You have known
men who have despised woman. but the
moment disease fell upon them they did
not send for their friends at the bank. or
their partner in business, or their world
ly associates; their first cry was, Take
me to my wife" The dissipated young
man at the college SCOTS at the idea of be-
ing under home influences; but al the first
blast of the typhoid fever on his cheek,
ne says: Where is mother?" Walter
Scott wrote partly in satire and partly in
compliment when he said:
o woman, in our hour of ease,
Uncertain, coy and hard to please;
When pain and anguish wiring the brow,
A ministering angel thou.
think the most pathetic passage in all
the Bible is the description of the lad
who went out to the harvest field of Shu-
mem and got misunderstanding his
hands on his temples and crying out: "Oh,
my head! my headr' and they said: Car
ry him to his mother And then the
record is: 'He sat on her knees till noon
and then died" 1t is an awful thing to
be i'll away from home in a strange hotel
once in while men coming to look at
you, holding their hama over their mouth
for fear that they will catch the contagion
How roughly they turn you In bed! How
loudly they talk! How you long for the
ministries of home! l knew one such
who went away from one of
the very brightest of homes
for several weeks business absence at
the west A telegram came at midnight
that he was on his death-bed. far away
from home. By express train the wife
and daughters went westward; but they
went too late. He feared not to die; but
he was in an agony to live until his fam
fly got there. He tried 10 pride the doc
tor to make him live little while longer.
He said: II am willing to die but not
alone" But the pulses fluttered, the eyes
closed, and the heart stopped. The ex-
press trains met in the midnight; wife
and daughters going Observation-Disclosures
remains of husband and father coming
eastward. Oh, II was a sad, pitiful, over
whelming spectaclel When we are sick
we want to be sick at home. When the
time comes for us to die we want to die
OF 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 Low
ing 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 marchp
men hurled their battalons on the sharp
edges Of the enemy, crying: Charge!
charge" but women scraped the lint;
woman administered the cordials; woman
watched by the dying couch; woman
wrote the last message to the home cir
Gle; woman wept at the solitary burial
attended by herself and four men with
q 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 in the chron-
tcles of heaven, of Mrs. Brady, who came
down among the sick In the swamps of
the Chickahominy; of Annie Ross, in the
copper-shop hospital; of Margaret Brock
inridge, 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 ii and filled the
sir with their 'hurrah!'-of Mrs Hodge,
who came from Chicago with blankets
and with pillows. until the men shouted;
Three cheers for the Christian Commits
sioni God bless the women at home;"
then sitting down to take the last mes
sage: Tell my wife not to fret about me.
but to meet me in heaven; tell her to
train up the boys whom we have loved so
well; tell her we shall meet again in the
good land; tell her to bear my loss like
the Christian wife of a Christian soldier"
and of Mrs. Shelton, into whose face the
convalescent soldier looked and said:
Your grapes and your cologne cured me-"
Men did their work with shot and shell.
and carbine, and howitzer; wo-
men did their work with socks.
and slippers and bandages, and
warm drinks, and scripture texts. and
gentle stockings of the hot temples, and
stories of that land where they never
have any pain. Men knelt down over the
wounded and said: ION which side did
yeu fight?" Women knelt down over the
wounded and said: Where are you hurt?
What nice things can make for you to
eat2 What makes you cry?" Tonight,
while we men are sound asleep in our
beds, there will be a light in yonder loft: