Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1898-08-12

lane and in government hospital and in
almshouse corridor and by prison gate2
There may be no royal robe There
may he no palntial surroundings, She
does not need them, for all charitable
men will unite with the cracking lips
of fever struck hospital and plague
blotched lazaretto in greeting her rs
she passes; "llaill lIail!Queen VashtiG
Again, want you to consider wash
Il the yelled Had she appeared before
Ahasuerus and his court on that day
with her face uncovered she would
have shocked all the delicacies of orr.
entail society, and the very men whom
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 shallow and where the sun
does not seem to reach them, so God
appoints to most womanly natures Il
retiring and unobtrusive spirit, God
once in while does call an Isabella
to throne, or Miriam to strike
the timbrel at the front of host,
or a Marie Antoinette to quell French
front of an armed battalion, crying
out: up! Up! This is the day in
which the Lord will deliver Sisera into
thy hands" And when the women are
called TO such outdoor work and to such
heroic positions God prepares them for
it, and they have iron in their soul,
and lightnings in their eye, and whirl-
winds in their breath, and the bor-
rowed strength of the Lord omnipo-
tent in their right arm. They walk
through furnaces as though they were
hedges of wildfowers and cross seas as
though they were shimmering sap
phire, and all the harpies of hell down
to their dungeon at the stamp of wom-
anly indignation.
But these are exceptions. Generally
Dorcas would rather make n garment
for the poor boy, Rebccca would rather
fill the trough Of the camels, Hannah
would rather make coat for Samuel,
the Hebrew maid would rather give q
prescription for Naaman's leprosy, the
woman of Sarepta would rather gather
Il few sticks to cook meal for fam
ished Elijah, Phebe would rather carry
a letter for the inspired apostle,
Mother Lois would rather educate
Timothy in the Scriptures. When /
see woman going about her daily
duty, with cheerful dignity at the
table, with kind and geltle, but firm
discipline presiding in the nursery,
going out into the world without any
blast of trumpets, following the foot
steps of Him who went about doing
good, say, This is Vashti with veil
on"
But when | see woman of unblush-
ing bol lness, loud voiced, with tongue
of infinite Glitter clatter, with AFRO
CANT look, passing through the streets
with the step of walking beam, gayly
arrayed in very hurricane of millin'
cry, | cry out: "Nashti has lost her
veil" When see woman struge ling
for political preferment, trying to
force her way up to conspiculty amid
the masculine demagogues, who stand
with swollen fists and bloodshot eyes
and pestiferous breath 10 guard the
polls, wanting to go through the loaf
erism and defilemcnt of popular sover
eigns, who crawl up from the saloons
greasy and foul and vermin covered tc
decide questions of justice and order
and civlzation-when see woman
| say, who wants to press through all
that horrible scum to get to public
place and power, say: "Ah, what q
nifty! Vashti has lost her veilm
When ] see woman OF comely fea
lures and of adroitness of intellect anC
endowed with all that the schools car
do for her and of high social position
vet moving in society with supercil
iousness and hauteur, as though she
would have people know their place
and with an underlined combinatio;
OF giggle and strut and rhodomont
ade, endowed with allopathic quaint
ties of talk. but only homeopathic in
finitesimalS of sense, the terror of DIR,
goods clerks and railroad conductors
discoveries of significant meanings il
plain conversation, prodigies of badin
age and innuendo, | say, "Vashti ha
lost her veil"
Again, ! want you this morning t
consider Vashti the sacrifice. Who i
this that / see coming out of that pal
ace gate of Shushan? 1t seems TO IN
that | have seen her before. Sh
comes homeless houseless, friendless
trudging along with broken heart
Who is she? 1t is Vashti the sacrifice
Oh. what change it was from rega
position to n wayfarer's crust! A littl
while ago approved and sought fol-
, Now. none so poor as to acknowledg
her mountaineering. Vasht the sac
, rifce.
Alb, you and | have seen it many
, timel Here is home empalaced wit
, beauty. All that refinement and book
, and wealth can do for that home ha
been done; but Ahasuerus the hui:
band and father, is taking hold o
paths of sin. lie is gradually goin
down. After awhile he will flounde
and struggle like wild beast in
hunters net-farther away from Goo
, farther away from the right. 500
, the bright apparel of the children wi
, turn to rags; soon the household son
, will become the sobbing of broke
I heart The old story over agar
! Brutal centaurs breaking up the ma
7 riagc feast of LapithB. The house "
4 of outrage and cruelty and abomini
5 ton, while trudging forth from tn
ralace gate are Vashti and her chi
I dren. There are homes in all parts {
s this land that are in danger OF sue
a breaking ur. Oh, Ahasuerus, III;
k you should stand in home by diss
= patcd life destroying the peace an
n comfort of that home! God forbi
c that your children should ever hay
| to wiring their hands and have peop
|. point their finger at them as they pa:
down the street and say. there zoe