The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1897-04-30

Christ, bounded of prosecutors, de-
MED a pillow, worse maltreated than
the thieves on either side of the cross,
human hate smacking its lips in salts
faction after it had been draining HIS
last drop of blood, the sheeted dead
bursting from the sepulchers at HIS
crucifxion. Tell me, o Gethsemane
and Golgotha. were there ever darker
times than those? Like the booming
of the midnight sea against the rock,
the surges of Christs anguish beat
against the gates of eternity, to be
echoed back by all the thrones OF
Heaven and all the dungeons of he'll.
But the day of reward comes for
Christ; all the pomp and dominion OF
this world are to be hung on His throne,
crowned heads are to bow before Him
on whose head are many crowns, and
all the celestial worship is to come up
at His feet, like the humming of the
forest, like the rushing of the waters,
like the laundering of the seas, while
all Heaven, rising on their thrones,
beat time with their scepters: Halle
lujah, for the Lord God omnipOtent
reigneth."
That song of love. now low and far.
Ere long shall swell from star to star;
That light, the breaking day which tips
The golden-spired Apocalypse
Again, see in my subject an illus
tration of the beauty of female indus
try.
Behold Ruth toiling in the harvest
field under the hot sun, or at noon TAX
in las,
eating the parched corn which Boas
handed to her. The customs of So
ciety, of course, have changed, and
without the hardships and exposure to
which Ruth was subjected, every in
telligent woman will find something
to do.
know there is a siclxly sentimental
ity on this subject. In some families
there are persons of no practical serv-
ice to the household or community; and
though there are so many woes all
around about them in the world, they
spend their time languishing over a
new pattern, or bursting into
tears at midnight over the story
of some lover who shot him
self! They would not deign to
look at Ruth carrying back the bar
ley on her way home to her mother
in-law, Naomi. All this fastidiOusness
may seem to do very well while they
are under the shelter of their fathers
house; but when the sharp winter of
misfortune comes, what of these but
terflies? Persons under indulgent pa
rentage may get upon themselves hab-
e. De !
out into practical life their soul will
recoil with disgust and chagrin. They
will feel in their hearts what the poet
So severely satirized when he said:
Folks are so awkward things so impolite,
They're elegantly panied from morning until
night
Through that gate of Incidence how
many men and women have marched,
useless on earth, to a destroyed eter-
nityl SpinOla said to Sir Horace We're,
''Of what did your brother die?' "Of
having nothing to do" was the an
swer. AIR said Spinola, that's
enough to kill any general of u.s." Oh!
can it be possible in this world, where
there is SO much suffering to be allie
waited, so much darkness to be enlight-
ened, and so many burdens to be car
ried. that there is any person who can
not find anything to dol
Mime. de Stael did a world of
work in her time. and one dav,
while she was seated amid instru-
ments of music. all of which she had
and amid manuscript
books which she had written, some
one said to her. ''Ilow do you find time
to attend to all these things?7 ''Oh,"
she replied, these are not the things
[ am proud of. My chief boast is in
the fact that / have II trades, by any
one of which | could make livelihood
if necessary" And if in secular
spheres there is so much to be done. in
spiritual work how vast the field! How
many diving all around about us with
put one word of comfort. We want
more Abigails. more Hannahs, more
Rebeccas, more Marys, more Deborahs
mind soul, to the
Lord who bought them.
Once more l learn from my subject
,he value of cleaning
Ruth going into that harvest field
night have said: There is a straw,
md there is a straw, but what is
straw? | can't get any barley for my
,elf or my mOther-in-law out of these
separate straws." No so, said the
beautiful Ruth. She gathered two
traws, and she put them together, and
more straws, until she got enough to
make sheaf. Putting that down, she
vent and gathered more straws, until
he had another sheaf, and another,
md another, and another, and then !,
he brought them altogether, and she
hreshed them out, and she had an
phah of barley, nigh a busheII o,
hat we might all be cleaners!
There are few moments left worth
he cleaning. Now, Ruth to the fieldl
lay each one have measure full and
unning over! Oh, you cleaners, to
he field! And if there be in your
household an aged one or sick rela-
i've that is not strong enough to come