The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-07-04

the sun does not seem 10 reach them, so
pod appoints 10 most WOmanly natures
retiring and unobtrusive spirit God once
ia Whlie does cali an Isabella TO a throne
or Miriam to strike the tmbrel at the
front OF a host, or a Marie AntOinctte 90
quel a French mob or a Deborah to stand
at inc front Of an armed battalion, crying
out. Up! Up This is the day i'm which
me LORD VIII deliver Sisera into thy
hands And when The women are called
70 slch outdoor work and 10 such heroic
POsluons, God prepares them for it.; and
they have iron in their soul. and Hghtnings
IN their eye, and Whrlwinds in their
DIeath' and the borrowed strength OF the
LOrd Qmnipotent In their right arm They
walk through furnaces as though they
were hedges of wild flowers, and cross
seas as though they were shimmerins
sapphire; and all the harpies Of hell down
70 their dungeon at the stamp Of wOmanly
Indignation.
But these are the exceptions. Generally,
Dorcas would rather make a garment for
the poor boy; Rebecca would rather fill
the trough of the camels: Hannah would
rather make a coat for Samuel; the He
brew maid would rather give a prescrip-
ton for Naamans ieprosy; the woman of
Sarepta would rather gather a few sticks
TO COOK a meal for famished Elijah;
PheDe would rather carry letter for the
inspired apostle; Mother Lois would rath-
er educate Timothy in the scriptures.
When l see woman going about her
daily duty with cheerful dignity presid-
ing at the table, with kind and gentle, but
hrm discipline presiding in the nursery,
gong out into the world without any
Dlast OF trumpets, following in the foot
steps OF him who wenC about doing good
say; This is Vashd with veil on"
But when l see a woman of unblushing
holiness, loud voiced, with tongue of
f.Trs
passing through the streets with the step
OF walking beam, gayly arrayed in a
very hurricane Of millinery, | cry out:
"Nashu has lost her veil!" When I see
a woman struggling for political prefer
ment-trying to force her way on up to
conspicuity, amid the masculine dema-
gogues, who stand with swollen fists and
bloodshot eyes and pestiferous breath, TO
guard the polls-wanting to go through the
ioaterism and dehlement of popular SOW
ereigns, who crawl up from the saloons
greasy and foul and vermin-covered TO
decide questions of justice and order and
clVhization-when l see j woman. I say
who wants to press through all that hor-
rlDie scum to get to public place and
power, / say: "Ah, what pity! Vashu
has lost her veil!"
Wheh see a woman OF comeiv features
and OF adroitness of intellect. and en-
dowed with all that the schools can do
for her, and of high social position, vet
moving an society with superctiousness
ard nauteur, as though she would have
people know their place, and with an I'M
defined combination of giggle and strut
and rhodomontade endowed with allo-
pathic quantities of talk but only homoe-
oDathic infinitesimals of sense. the terror
OF dry goods clerks and railroad conduc-
tors. discoveries of significant meanings
an plain conversation, prodiges of badin-
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her veil"
Again, 1 want you this morning to con-
slider Nashti the sacrifice Who is This
that l see coming out of that palace gate
or ShuShan? 1t seems to me that / have
seen her before. She comes homeless
houseless friendless, trudging along with
a broken neart. Who is she? 1t is Vashti
the sacrifice. Oh, what a change it was
from regal position to a wayfarers crust
A little While ago, approved and sought
Tor; now, none so poor as to acknowledge
her acquaintanceship Vashti the sacri-
fee!
All! you and I have seen 1t many a
time. Here is a home rmpalaced with
beauty 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
while he viii founder and struggle like
a wild beast in the hunters net-further
away from God, further away from the
right. Soon the bright apparel of. the
children will turn to rags; soon the house
hold song will become the sobbing of a
broken heart The old story over again
Brutal Centaurs breaking up the mar
rage feast of Lapithae. The house full
of outrage and cruelty and abomnaton
while trudging forth from the palace gate
are Vashti and her children. There are
h in, oil
in danger of such breakiug-up. Oh Ahas-
uerus! that you should stand in home
by disspated life destroying the peace
and comfort of that home. God forbid
that your children should ever have 10
wiring their hands, ana have people point
their finger at them as they pass down
the street, and say: "There goes a
drunkard's child" God forbid that the
little feet should ever have to trudge
the path of poverty and wretchednessl
God forbid that any evil spirit born of
the wine cup or the brandy glass should
come forth and uproot that garden, and
with lasting blisterihg, all-consuming
curse, shut forever the palace gate
against Nashu and the children.
one night during our civil war I went
20 HaSerstown to look at the army and
stood on hilltop and hooked down upon
them. l saw the camp-fires all through
the valleys and all over the hills 1t was
weird spectacle, those camp-hres, and
l stood and watched. them; and the SOL
diers who were gathered 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 camp-fires begin
to lower; and they confined to lower
until they were all gone out, and the army
slept. 1t was imposing when I saw the
camp-fres; it was imposing in the dark
ness when I thought of that great host
asleep. Well, God looks down from
heaven, and he sees the fireside of Chris
tendon and the loved ones gathered
around these firesides. These are the camp
fires where We warm ourselves at the
close of day, and talk over the battles of
life we have fought and the battles that
are yet to come. God grant that when al
last these fires begin TO so out, and con-
tinue to lower until finally they are ex-
tinguished, 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 sleep,
NxrhI oh IL. -