The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1898-07-10

ones gasAersd around these 1residen.
These are tho camp-ftee where ~
warm ourselves at the close Of day, and
talk OF the battles OF life we have
fought and the battles that are yet to
come. God grant that when at last
these ares begin to go out, and con-
tinue to lower until finally they are
extinguished. and the ashes OF con-
sumed hopes strew the hearth OF the
old homestead. 1t may be because we
have
Gone to sleep the last sleep.
From which none Sver wake 20 weep.
Now we are an army pa the march
Of life. Then we snaH ~ an army
bivouacked in the tent OF She s-aye.
Once more: want you to look at
Vashti the silent. You do not hear say
outery from this woman as she goeS
forth from the palace gate. From the
very dignity OF her nature. you know
there will be no vociferation. Some
times in life 1t is necessary to make
retort; sometimes in life 1t is neces-
sary to resist; but there are crises
when the most triumphant thing to do
is to keep silence. The philosopher,
confident in his newly discovered prin-
ciple, waiting for the coming OF the
more intelligent generations, willing
that men should laugh at the light
ming rod and cotton gin and steamboat
and egraph-waiting for long years
through the scof1ng Of philosophical
schools, in grand and magnificent 81
lence
Galileo. condemned by mathemati-
clans. and monks, and cardinals, carl
catured everywhere, yet waiting and
watching with his telescope to see the
coming up of stellar reinforcements.
when the stars in their courses would
fight for the Copernican system; then
sitting down in complete blindness and
deafness to wait for the coming on Of
the generations who would build his
monument and bow at his grave. The
reformer, execrated by his contempo-
raries, fastened in a pillory. the slow
fires of public contempt burning under
him, ground under the cylinders of
the printing press. yet calmly waiting
for the day when purity of soul and
heroism of character will get the sane
ton of earth and the plaudits of heav-
en-. Affliction enduring without any
complaint the sharpness of the pang,
and the violence Of the storm, and the
heft of the chain, and the darkness OF
the night-waiting until a divine hand
shall be put forth to soothe the pang,
and hush the storm, and release the
captive. A wife abused, prosecuted,
and a perpetual exile from every earth
ly comfort-waiting waiting, until the
Lord shall gather up his dear children
in a heavenly home, and no poor wash
ii will ever be thrust out from the pal
ace gate. Jesus, in silence and answer
ing not word, drinking the gall, bear
ing the cross. in prospect of the rap
turous consummation when
Angels thronged his chariot wheel.
And bore him to his throne;
Then swept their golden harps and sung.
The glorious work is done?'
Oh. woman! does not this story of
Vashti the queen, Vashti the .yeiled.
Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent,
move your soul? My sermon con-
verges into one absorbing hope that
none of you may be shut out of the
palace gate of heaven. You can en-
dure the hardships, and the privations,
and the crualties, and the misfortunes
of this life IL you can only gain admis-
sion there. Through the blood of the
everlasting covenant you go through
those gates. or never go through at all.
God forbid that you should at last be
banished from the society of angels,
and banished from the companionsnip
of your glorified kindred, and banished
forever. Through the rich grace of our
Lord Jesus Christ, may you be enabled
to initiate the example of Rachel, and
Hannah, and Abigail, and Deborah,
and Mary, and Esther, and 'Vashti.