Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1895-06-24

mon for to-day, Rev. Or. IalmaSe, VINO
is now on his summer western tour, has
chosen @ subject that must awaken the
svmuataies Of an lovers Of humanity,
viz. Sisters Of Charity" The text Sc
lected was: Acts tx 35: This woman
was full Of good works and almsdeeds
which she did,
Starting now where 1 left OFF last Sab
bath in reciting woman's opportunities,
I have TO say thar woman has the spe-
sial and superlatiye right of blessing
and comforting The sick. What land,
what street. what house, has not felt
the smiunes OF disease2 Tens of thou
sands or sickbeds, What snail we do
with them2 Shall man. with his rough
hand and heavy foot and impatient
bearing mi--sler2 no. He cannot
eorrhe Inc pain Iie cannot quiet the
nerves. he knows NOT where 10 set
rae eh-. His hand is NOT steady.
enough 20 te watcher. The lord Eod
se-- Hiss Dix Into the Virginia hos
pitfalls and the Maid of SaraSossa 70
arrcase the wounds of the battlefield,
has equipped wife. mother and doUgn-
ter. for This delicate but tremendous
mission. You have known men who
have fesrisad woman but the moment
disease fell upon them they did not
send for their friends at the bank. OR
their partner i'm business. or their world
IL associates: they first cry was, Take
me 60 my wife. The
r,..,.,rr, A. --r-r, t-Or-N-Cr MAN
at the college SCOTS at the idea Of being
urier home influences; but at the nrsJ
bias. Of The typhoid fever on his cheek
he SAYS. Where is mother? Walter
Scott wrote partly in satire and partly
in comp 1ConJ when he said:
a. woman. i'm our hour OF case.
Uncertain. COY ana hard 90 please;
When pain ana anguish wrins the brow,
IL ul1istcring angel thou.
I think the most pathetic passage in
an the Bible is the description of the
IaI who went one 70 the harves--field OF
Shunem and got misunderstanding
his hands on his temples and crying out:
20. my head, my head" and they
said. Garry him 90 his mother And
then the record is: "He sat on her
knees TIN noon. and then died. IL is
an awful thing TO be III away from
home in g strange hotel, once in
while men coming 10 look at YOU. hold
ing their hand over their mouth for
fear that they VIII catch the c0ntagion.
How roughly they turn you in bed!
How loudly they talk. How You long
tor The ministries of home. / knew one
such who went away from one oil the
brightest OF homes for several weeks
business absence at the West. A tel
egIdm came nc midnight that me was
on mis- death-bed far away from home.
BY express train the wife and daugh-
ters went Westward but they went TOO
late. He feared not TO die; but he was
in an agony To- live until his family got
there. lie tried to bride the doctor 20
make him live a little while longer.
He said "I am willing TO die but not
alone But the pulse huttered, the
eyes closed.
AND THE HEART STOPPED.
The express trains met in the mid
night; wife and daughters going west
ward-lifeless remains Of husband and
father coming eastward. Oh, It was q
sal pitiful, overwhelming spectacle!
When we are sick we want 20 De sick
at home When the time comes Tor 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 Tor that? Loving
hands 10 battle the temples. Loving
voices TO speak good cheer. Loving lips
20 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,
marchr men hurled their bat,aliOns on
the sharp edges Of the enemy, crying:
Charge. CHARGE" but woman scraped
the lint; woman administered the cor
dials; woman watched by the dying
couch; woman wrote the last message
90 the home circle, woman wen, 40 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 any
where, save In the chronicles of heaven,
OF Mrs. Brady, who came down among
the sick in the sWamps Of the Chicka-
bominy; OF Annie Ross. in the cooper
shop hospital, OF Margaret Breckenridge,
who came 10 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 on arm left. waved &c and filled the
air with their "hurrah"-Of Mrs.
HOose, who came from Chicago with
blankets and with pillows. until the men
Shouted: Three cheers for the Chris
tian COmmiSsion God bless the wo-
men at home; then sitting down 10
take the last message: Tell my wife
not TO fret about me- but to meet me
in heaven tell her 20 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 q Christian Wife Of q Chris
tian soldier and of Mrs. Shelton. into
whose face the convalescent soldier
looked and said: Your grapes and
cologne cured me 80 Men Gid their work
with shot and she'll, and c3rbine and
howitzer, women aid their work with
socks and slippers. and oandages. and
warm drinks. and Scripture texts. and
gentle stockings o. he hot temples. and
storie OF hat land where they never
have any pain. Men snelt down over
the wounded and sa' "Oh which side
did YOU lshtF Women Anelt down
over the wounded and sald2'Where ara
you hurt? What nice thing can / make
fer You To- eat? What makes YOU cry?"
Tonight while we men are sound
asleep I'm oDr beds, there win be a light
In yonter loft there win be groanins