Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1898-10-10

shown mel Thy ways of dealing with
me and mine have not been common
ones. Add this wonder to the rest. Call,
| convert, regenerate and establish sail
or in the faith. Lord, all things are
possible with thee. Glorify thy Son and
extend his Kingdom by sea and land
take the prey from the strong. l roll
| him over upon thee. Many friends try
to comfort me; miserable comforters
are they all. Thou art the God of con-
ISOLATION. Only confirm to me thy pre-
cious word, on which thou causedst me
to hope in the day when they saidst to
me, Leave thy fatherless children; /
will preserve them alive Only let this
life be spiritual life, and put blank
in thy hand as to all temporal things
s. wait for thy salvation. Amen. -
Old Fashioned Women.
With such grandmother would you
not have a right to expect George w.
Bethune? And all the thousands con-
verified through his ministry may date
the saving power back to Isabella Ora
ham.
God fill the earth and the heavens
with such grandmothers. We must some
day go up and thank these dear old
souls. Surely God will let US go up and
tell them of the results of their infu-
ence. Among our first questions in
heaven will be, "Where is grandmoth-
err" They will point her out, for we
would hardly know her even if we had
seen her on earth, so bent over with
years once and there so straight, so dim
of eye through the binding of earthly
tears and now her eye as clear as heav-
en-, SO full of aches and pains once and
now SO agile with celestial health, the
wrinkles blooming into carnatiOn roses
and her step like the roe on the noun
tains. Yes, | must see her, my grand
mother on my fathers side, Mary Nc
Coy, descendant of the Scotch. When I
first spoke to an audience in Glasgow
and felt somewhat diffident, being a
stranger, [ began by telling them my
grandmother was a Scotchwoman, and
then there went up shout of welcome,
which made me feel as easy as do here.
[ must see her.
You must see those women of the
early part of the nineteenth century and
those of the eighteenth century, the an
swer of whose prayers is in your well
fare today. God bless all the aged wom-
en- up and down the land and in all
lands! What happy thing for Pom
ponius Atticus to say when making the
funeral address of his mother, Though
I have resided with her 81 years, was
never once reconciIed to her, because
there never happened the least discord
between US, and consequently there was
no need of reconciliation.
Make it as easy for the old folks as
you can. When they are sick, get for
them the best doctors. Give them your
arm when the streets are slippery. Stay
with them all the time you can. Go
home and see the old folks. Find the
place for them in the hymnbook. Never
be ashamed if they prefer styles of ap-
parel which are a little Anticipated.
Never say anything that implies that
they are in the way. Make the road for
the last mile as smooth as you can. Oh,
my, how you will miss her when she is
gone How much would L give TO see
my mother! l have so many things 1
would like TO tell her, things that have
happened i'll the 80 years since she went
away. Morning, noon and night let us
thank God for the good influences that
have come down from good mothers all
the way back. Timothy, don't forget
your mother Eunice, and don't forget
your grandmother Lois. And hand
down to others this patrimony of bless
ing. Pass along the coronets. Make re-
ligion an heirloom from generation to
generation. Mothers, consecrate your
selves to God, and you will help conse-
crate all the ages following! Do not
dwell so much on your hardships that
you miss'your chance of welding an in
fuence that shall look down upon you
from the towers of an endless future. I
know Martin Luther was right when he
consoled his wife over the death of
their daughter by saying: Don't take
en- so, wife. Remember that this is
hard world for children. Yes, / 60
further and say it is hard world for
women. Aye, [ go further and say it is
hard world for men. But for all wom-
en- and men who trust their bodies and
souls in the hand CT Christ the shining
gates will soon swing open. Don't you
see the sickly pallor on the sky? That
is the pallor on the cold cheek of the
dying night. Don't you see the bright
ening of the clouds? That is the flush
on the warm forehead of the morning.
Cheer up, you are coming within sight
of the Celestial City.