The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1897-01-21

all imposition and chicanery. Do not
consent to be any body's dupe, any.
body's ally in wickedness, any ybody's
scapegoat.
he story of the text also impresses
me with the fact that royalty some
times passes in disguise. The flock,
the veil, the hood of the peasant
| woman OF Tirzah. Nobody suspected
that she was queeu or princess as
she passed by, but she was Just as
much queen as though she stood in
| the palace, her robes incrusted with
diamonds. And so all around about
US there are pr1ncesses and queens
whom the world does not recognize
lhey sit on no throne of royalty, they
ride IN no chariot, they elicit no huzza,
they make no pretense, but by the
grace of God they are princesses
and they are queens. Sometimes
IN their poverty, sometimes in
their self-denial. sometimes in
their hard struggles of Chris
tan service-God knows they are
queens; the world does not recognize
them. Royalty in disguise. Kings
without the crown, conquerors with
out the palm. empresses without the
jewel. You saw her yesterday on the
street. You saw nothing important
In her appearance. but she is regnant
| over vast realm of virtue and good
ness-a realm vaster than Jeroboam
ever locked at. You went down into
the house of destitution and want and
| suffering. You saw the story of trial
| written on the wasted hand of the
mother, on the pale cheeks of the
! children, on the empty bread tray,
| on the tireless hearth, on the broken
chair. You would not have given a
dollar for all the furniture in the
house. But by the grace of God she
| is princess. The overseers of the
| and say: Its q pauper." They do
| not realize that God has FURNISHED for
her crown, and that after she has
got through the fatiguing journey
from Tirzah to Shiloh and from Shiloh
back to Tirzah there will be a throne
Of royalty on which she shall rest for.
ever. Glory veiled. Atfluence hidden.
Eternal raptures hushed up. A queen
in mask. A princess in disguise.
When you think of queen you do
not think of Catherine of Russia, or
Maria Theresa of Germany, or Mary
Queen of Scots. When you think of a
queen You think of a plain woman
who sat opposite your father at the
table, or walked with him down the
path of life arm in arm-sometimes to
the Thanksa living banquet, sometimes
to the grave, but always side by side,
soothing your little sorrows and ad-
justing your little quarreis, listening
to your evening prayer, toiling with
the needle or at the spinning wheel, and
on cold nights tucking you up snug
and warm. And then on that day
when she lay a-dying, putting
those thin hands that had toiled for
you SO long, putting them together in
dying prayer commencing you to
that God in Whom she had taught you
to trust. Oh, she was the queen-she
was the queen! You can not think of
her now without having the deepest
emotions of your soul stirred, and
you feel as if you could cry as though
you were now sitting in infancy in
her lap; and if you could call her back
to speak your name with the tender
ness with which she once spoke, you
would be willing now to throw your
self on the sod that covers her grave,
crying: Mother, mother!' All! she
was the queen. Your father knew it.
ioa knew it. She was the queen, but
the queen in disguise. The world did
not recognize it.
But there was grander Disgusting.
The favorite of great house looked
out of the window of His palace and
he saw that the people were carrying
heavy burdens, and that some of them
were hobbling on crutches, and He saw
some lying at the gate exhibiting their
sores, and then He heard their lamen-
tation, and He said: Il will Just put
on the clothes of those poor people,
and l will 60 down and see what their
sorrows are, and l will sympathize
with them, and l will be one of them,
and l will help them Well, the day
came for Him to start. The lords of
the land came to see Him Off All who
could sing joined in the parting song,
which shook the hills and woke up
the shepherds. The first few nights
He has been sleeping with the hos
tiers and the camel drivers, for no one
knew there was King in town. He
went among the doctors of the law,
astounding them, for without any doc
tors gown He knew more law than the
doctors. He fshed with the fisher
men. He smote with his own hammer
in the carpenters shop. He ate raw
corn out of the field. He fried fish on
the banks of the Gennesaret. He was
howled at by crazy people in the
tombs. He was splashed of the surf
of the sea. A pilgrim without any
pillow. A sick man without any me-
dicament. A mourner with no sympa-
thetic bosom in which He could pour
His tears. Disguise complete, know
that occasionally His divine royalty
flashed out, as when in the storm on
Galilee, as in the red wine at the we'd
ding banquet, as when He freed the
shackied demoniac of Ga dara. as when
He turned whole school of fish into