The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-06-29
Of suffrage, q. we men exercise IL,

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you comes . libertine. or n sot-th'
offscouring Of the strickland no drops
his vote, and his vote coun.eractl
yours But II In the quiet of home
>life a daughter by her Christian de
meanor, wife by her industry, {
mother by her faithfulness, casts Z
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 appre citation 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 al
noon or at night, and then tarry q
comparatively little while; but she,
all day long, governs it, beauties it,
sanctifes it. 1t is within her power to
make it. the most attractive place on
earth. tits the only calm harbor in
this world. You know as well as dc
that this outside world and the business
world are a long scene of jostle and
contention. The man who has dol.
lar struggles to keep 1t. Prices up.
Prices down. Gains. Misrepresenta-
tions. Underselling. Buyers deprc-
ciating; statesmen exaggerating. Ten
ants seeking less rents; landlords de-
manding more. Struggles about Office.
hIen who are in trying to keep in; men
out trying to get in. Slips. Tumbles.
Defalcations. Panics Catastrophes.
oh, woman! thank God you have a
home, snd that you may be queen In
it. Better be there than wear Veto
ria's coronet. Better be there than
carry the purse of princess. Your
abode may be humble, but you can, by
your faith in God and your cheerful.
ness of demeanor, gid it with splen-
doris such as an upholsterer's hand
never yet kindled. There are abodes
in every city-humble, two stories;
four plain, unpapered rooms; undesir'
able neighborhood; and yet here is a
man who would die on the threshold
rather than surrender.
Why? 1t is home. Whenever he
thinks of it he sees angels OF God how
ering around it. The ladders of Heav-
en- are let down to that house. Over
the child's rough crib there are the
chantings of angels as those that
broke over Bethlehem. 1t is home.
These children may come up after
awhile, and they may win high posi-
ton, and they may have an afhuent
residences; but they will not until their
dying day forget that humble roof, I'M
der which their father rested, and their
mother sang, and their sisters prayed.
Oh, if you would gather up all tender
memories, all the lights and shades OF
the heart, all banqueting and re-
unions, all filial, frnternal, paternal
and conjugal affections, and you had
only just four letters with which to
spell out that height and depth, and
length, and breadth, and magnitude,
and eternity of meaning, you would,
with streaming eyes, and trembling
voice, and agitated hand, write it out
in those four living capitals, HOME.
What right does women want that
is grander than to be queen in such a
realm?
When you want to get your grand
est idea of queen, you do not thinli
of Catherine of Prussia, or of Anne OF
England, or Marie Theresa of Ger.
many; but when you want to get your
grandest idea of a queen, you think OF
the plain woman who sat opposite
your father at the table, or walked
with him arm-in-arm down lifes path
way; sometimes to the thanksgiving
banquet, sometimes to the grave, but
always together-soothing your petty
griefs, correcting your childish way
wardness, joining in your infan-
tile sports, listening to your even
ing prayers, toiling for you with
needle, or at the spinning
wheel, and on cold nights wrapping
you up snug and warm. And then at
last on that day when she lay in the
back room dying, and you saw her
take those thin hands with which she
had toiled for you so long, and put
them together in dying prayer that
commended you to the God whom she
had taught you to trust-Oh, she was
the queen! The chariot Of God came
down to fetch her; and as she went in,
all Heaven rose up. You can not think
of her now without rush of tender
ness that stirs the deep foundations
of your soul, and you feel as much
child again as when you cried on her
lap; and if you could bring her back
again to speak just once more yorf
name, as tenderly as she used to speak
it, you would be willing to throw
yourself on the ground and kiss the
sod that covers her, crying: Mother!
mother!" All, she was the quees-she
was the queen. Now, can you tell
me how many thousand miles a
woman like that would have Ia
travel down before she got to the
ballot-box. Compared with this work
of training kings and queens for God
and eternity, how insignificant seems
all the work of voting for aldermen
and common councilmen, and sheriffs,
and constables, and mayors, and presi.
dents! To make one such grand won.
an as have described, how many thou.
sands would you want of those people
who go in the round of fashion and
dissipation, going as far toward dis
graceful apparel as they dare go, so as
not to ha a rrae tod bt, Tho ,>ol;oo tlo.-