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ana his court on that dav
with her face uncovered she would
have shocked all the delicacies of ORR
entail society, and the very men who in
their intoxication demanded that she
| come in their sober moments would
have despised her. AS some flowers
seem to thrive best in the dark lane
and in the shadow and where the SIM
does not seem to preach them, so God al
points to most womanly natures a re-
firing and unobstrusive spirit. God
once in awhile does call an Isabella to
a throne, Or q Miriam to strike the tim
brel at the front of a host, or a Marie
Antoinette to quell a French mob. or n
Deborah to stand at the front of an
armed battalion, crying out: "Up. uni
This is the day in which the Lord viii
deliver Sisera into thine hand" And
when women are called to such outdoor
work and to such heroic positions God
prepares them for it, and they have
iron III their souls and lightning in
their eye, and whirlwinds in their
breath, and the borrowed strength of
the Lord Omnipotent in their right
arm. They walk through furnaces as
though they were hedges of wild flow
ers and cross seas as though they were
~shimmering sapphire, and all tho har-
pies of hell down to their dungeon at
the stamp Of her womanly Indignation.
But these are the exceptions. Generally
Dorcas would rather make o garment
for the poor boy. Rebecca would rather
fill the trough for the camels. Hannah
would rather make a coat for Samuel.
The Hebrew maid would rather give q
prescription for Naaman's leprosy. The
women Of Sarepta would rather gather
a few sticks to cook o meal for fam
ished Elijah. Phoebe would rather carry
q letter for the inspired apostle. Mother
Lois would rather educate Timothy in
the Scriptures.
When I see a woman going about her
daily duty, with cheerful dignity pre-
siding at the table, with kind and gen
tie but firm discipline presiding in the
nursery, going out into the world with
out any blast Of trumpets, following in
the footsteps Of him who went about
doing good, 1 say, "This is Vashti
with a veil on" But when I see q
woman of unblushing boldness, loud
voiced, with a tongue of infinite Glitter
chatter, with arrogant look, passing
through the streets with the step Of a
walking beam, gayly arrayed in q very
hurricane of millinery, I cry out,
"Vashti has lost her veill" When I see
a woman of comely features, and Of
| adroitness of intellect, and endowed
| with all that the schools a do for one,
and of high social position, yet moving
in society with superciliousness and
hauteur, as though she would have peo-
| pie know their place, and an underlined
combination Of giggle and strut and
| rhodomontade, endowed with allopathic
| quantities Of talk, but only homeo-
| pathic infinitesimals of sense, the terror
of dry goods clerks and railroad con-
| ductors, discoveries of significant mean
ings in plain conversation, prodigies Of
badinage and %innuendo, Isay: "Look,
| looki Vashti has lost her veil"
A Sacrificing Spirit.
Again, I want you to consider Vashti
| the sacrifice. Who is this l see coming
out of that palace gate of S%hushan? 1t
seems to me that I have seen her before.
She comes homeless, houseless, friend
less, trudging along with a broken
heart. Who is she? It is Vashti the sac
rifoe. Oh, what a change it was from
regal position to d w~ayfarer's crustl A
little while ago approved and sought
for; now none so poor as to acknowl-
edge her acquaintanceship. Vashti the
sacrificed All, you and l have seen 1t
many a timel
Here is a home empalaced with beau
ty. All that refinement and books and
wealth can do for that home has been
done, but Ahasuerus, the husband and
the father, is taking hold on paths of
sin. He is gradually going down. After
awhile he will founder and struggle
like q wild beast in the hunters net
farther away from God, farther away
from the right. Soon the bright apparel
of the children will turn to rags; soon
the household songwill become the Sob
bling of a broken heart. The old story over
again. Brutal c~entaurs breaking up the
marriage feast of LapithB. The house
full of outrage and cruelty and abomi-
nation, while trudging forth from the
palace gate are Vashti and her children.
There are homes that are in danger OF
such o breaking up. Oh, Ahasuerrs,
that you should stand in a home, by q
dissipated life destroying the peace and
comfort of that home. God forbid that
your children should ever have to wiring
their hands and have people point their
finger at them as they pass down the
street and say, "There goes q drunk
ards child" God forbid that the little
feet should ever have to trudge the path
of poverty and wretchedness. God for
bid that any evil spirit born Of the wine
cup OR the brandy glass should come
forth and uproot that garden, and with
q lasting, blistering, all consuming
curse shut forever the palace gate
against Vashti and the children.
During the war I went to Hagerstown
to look at the army. and l stood IN the
night on q hilltop and looked down up
on them. I saw the campfires all
through the valleys and all over the
hills. 1t was a weird spectacle. tho
campfres, and I stood and watched
them, and the soldiers who were gather
ed around them were, no doubt, talking
of their homes and Of the long march
they had taken and Of the battles they
were to fight. But after awhile l saw
these campfres begin to lower, and they
continued to lower until they were all
gone out and the army slept. 1t was
imposing when I saw the camphros; IT
was imposing in the darkness when
thought of that great host asleep.
Well, God looks down from heaven,
and he sees the firesides of Christendom
and the loved ones gathered around
these iresides. These are the camphres
where we warm ourselves at the close
of the day and talk over the battles OF
life we have fought and the battles that
are vet to come. God grant that when
at last these fires begin to go out ana
continue to lower, until finally they are
extinguished and the ashes of consumed
hopes strew the hearth of the old home
stead, it may be, because we have
Gone to sleep that last long sleep
From which none over wake to weep.
Now we are an army on the march
of life. Thon we will be an army blv-
ouacked in the tent Of the grave.
Waiting.
Once more 1 want you to look at
yashti the silent. You do not hear any
outcry from this woman as she goes
forth from the palace gate. From the
very dignity of her nature, you know
| there will be no yoeiferation. Some