The Princeton union., 1895-06-27

vote III the right direction, then nOtf1-
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
r1ghts she already possesses. First,
Elle has the right to make home happy.
mat realm no one has ever disputed
with her. Men. a,ay come Eome at
noon or at night, and then tarry a COM
paratiyely little while; but she, all day
long, governs it, beautffies it, sancti-
! tles 1t. Itis within her power to make
1t the most attractive place on earth.
1t Is the only calm harbor IN the world.
You know as we'll as I do that this
outside world and the business world
are long scene Of jostle ana conten-
tion. The man who has dollar strug-
giles to Keep it. Prices up Prices
down G;Ifns- Misrepresentation
Underselling. Buyers depreciating;
statesmen exaggerat ting. Tenants seek
ing less rent; landlords demanding
more. Struggles about office. Men
who are in trying to keep in; men out
trying to get in. Slip. Tumbles- De-
falcations. Panfcs. Catastrophies.
Oh woman! thank God you have
home, and that you may be queen in it.
Better be there thnn wear Victoria's
coronet. Better, be. there than carry
the purse Of a princess. Your abode
may be humble, but you can, 5y your
faith in God and your cheerfuinesS of
demeanor, gild it with splendors such
as an upholsterer's hand never vet
kindled. There are abodes in every
city-humble, two stories; four plain,
unpapered rooms;' undesirable neigh
borhOOd; and yet here is q man who
would die on: tile, threshold rather Than
surrender.
Why? 1t is home:. Whenever Ire
thinks of it he sees angels of God hoy
| 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. It is home.
| These children may come up after
awhile, and they may win high posi-
| tion. and they may have an atf1uent
! residence; but they will not until their
dying day forget their humble roof,
under 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 reunions, all filial, fraterna1, pater-
nal and conjugaI 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 hands. writei it out
in those four living capitals, HOMIE.
What right does woman want that is
grander' than to be queen in such a
realm?
| Why, the, eagles. of heaven can not
! fly across that dominion. Horses, pant
ing and with lathered fianks. are not
swift enough to run to the, outpost of
that realm. They say that the sun
never sets upon the English empire;
but have to tell you that on this
! realm of woman's, influence; eternity
never marks any bound. Isabella fled
from the Spanish throne, pursued by
the nations anathena; but she who is
queen in a home will never lose her
throne;. and death itself will only be
the annexation of heavenly principaIi-
ties.
When you want to get your grandest
idea OF queen, you do not think 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 q queen, you think of
the plain woman who sat opposite
your father at the table, or walked
with him arm-in-arm down Hfe's path
way; sometimes to the Thanksgiving
| banquet. sometimes to the grave, but
| always Notwithstanding your griefs
correcting your childish waywarlness.
| Joining in your infantile sports. listen
Ing to your evening 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 to1led for yous so long, and put
them together in a dying prayer that
commended you to the God whom she
had taught you to trust-Oh. she was
the queen! The chariots Of God came
down to fetch her; and as she went
in, all heaven rose up. You can not
think of her now without a rush Of
tenderness that stirs the deep founda-
tions of your soul, and you feel as
LuCl u C1lliu dSdlu as Wnon YOU cried
on her lap; and If you could bring her
back again to speak just once more
your 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: Moth
er! mother" All, she was the queen
she was the queen. Now, can you tell
Inc how many thousand miles a wora-
an like that would have to travel down
before she got to the ballot-box. Com
pared with this work of training kings
and queens for God and eternity. how
insignificant seems all this work of
voting for aldermen and common coun-
cilmen, and sheriffs, and constables.
and mayors, and presidents! To make
, one such grand woman as have des-
cribed, how many thousand would YOU
want Of those people who so in the
round of fashion and dissipa ton, 60
ing as far toward disgraceful apparel
as they dare go, so as not to be arrest
ed by the police-their behavior a sor-
row to the good and caricature Of
the vicious, and an insult to that God
who made them women AMI not gor-
gons, and tramping on, down through