Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-02-01

and the coffees, and the sugars, aud the
groceries for six months. He went down
for all the coming winter. He went into
the dining hall, and there was the table
already set-the glass and the silver
ware. He went into the kitchen. and
there were all the culinary implements
and Q great stove. The young pastor
the fuel all ready for ignition. Putting
back the cover Of the stove, he saw In an
other part of it lucifer match, and all
that young man had to do in starting to
keep house was to strike the match. You
tell me that is apocryphal. Oh, no, that
was my own experience. Oh, the kind
ness; oil, the enlarged sympathies some-
times clustered around those who enter
the gospel ministry! l suppose the man Of
Shunen had to pay the bills, but 1t was
the large hearted Christian sympathies Of
the woman OF Shunem that looked aft,r
the Lords messenger.
Where are the feet that have not been
blistered on the hot sands OF this great
Sahara? Where are the soldiers that have
not bent under the burden of grief? Where
Is the ship sailing over CLASSY sea that has
not after awhile been caught in a-cyclone?
Where Ia the garden OF earthly comfort,
but trouble hath hitched up its fiery and
painting team and gone through 1t with
burning plowshares of disaster? Under
heart OF the world has burst with woe.
Navigators tell us about the r,vefs, and
the Amazon, and the Danube, aud tie
Mississippi have been explored, but who
can tell the depth or the length OF the
great river Of sorrow, made up Of tears
and blood rolling through all lands and
all ages. bearing the wreck OF families,
and Of communities, and Of empires, foam
ing, writhing, boiling with the agonies of
5000 years. Etna, Cotopaxi and vesuvius
have been described, but who has ever
sketched the volcano of suffering retching
up from its depths the lava and scoria, and
pouring them down tie sides to whelm the
nations? Oh, II could gather all the heart
strings, the broken heartstrings, into a
harp would play on 1t a dirge such as
was never sounded. Mythologists tell
US Of gorgon and centaur and Titan,
and geologists tell US Of extinct species
of monsters. but greater than gorgon or
megatherium, and not belonging TO the
realm Of fable, and not Of an extinct
species, q monster with an iron jaw and a
hundred iron hoofs has walked across the
nations, and history and poetry and sculp-
ture, in their attempt to sketch it aud de-
scribe 1t, have seemed to sweat great drops
of blood. But, thank God, there are those
who can conquer as this woman OF the text
conquered, and say: "It is we'll. Though
my property be gone, though my children
be gone though my home be broken up,
though my health be sacrificed, it is we'll; it
Is welli'' There Is no storm on the sea but
| Christ is ready to rise in the hinder part OF
| the ship and hush it. There is no dark kness
but the constellation OF Gods eternal love
can illumine. and, though the winter comes
out of the Northern sky, you have some
times seen that Northern sky all abb ize
! with auroras which seem to say: Come up
this way. Up this way are thrones of light
and seas Of sapphire and the splendor o!
an eternal heaven. Come up this way"
Again, this woman OF my text was great
In her application to domestic duties.
| Every picture is a homo picture, whether
| she is entertaining an Elisha or whether
she is giving careful attention to her sick
| boy or whether she is appealing for the
restoration Of her property. Every picture
| In her case is one Of domesticity. Those arr
| not disciples of this Shunemite woman who
/ neglect the duty Of home-the duty o
/ wife, OF mother, OF daughter. No faith
fulness in public benefaction can eveI
atone for domestic negligence. There
/ has been many Q mother who AE tRde
J fatigable toll has reared a large family
ties OF life with good manners and larg'
intelligence and Christian principle
starting them out, who has done more
for the world than many woman
whose name has sounded through al
| the lands and through the centuries.
remember when Kossuth was in thi:
country there were some ladies who go
honorable regulations by presenting
him very gracefully with bouquets o.
flowers on public occasions, but what
was all that compared with the piail
Hungarian mother who gave to trutt
versal liberty Kossuth? Yes, this WON
an OF my text was great In her sim
plicity. When this prophet wanted to re-
ward her for her hospitality by asking some
| preferment from the king, what did she
say? She declined 1t. She said, 81 dwell
among my own people, " as much as to say
81 am satisfied with my lot; all want is my
family and my friends around me; dwell
among my own people"
oh, what a rebuke to the strife for pre-
! cedence in all ages! How many there are
I who want to get great architecture and
! homes furnished with all art, all painting
/ all statuary, who have not enough taste tc
distinguish between Gothic and Byzantine
and who could not tell figure in plaster o.
paris from Palmer's White Captive" and
would not know a boys penciling from
/ Bierstadt's Yosemite Men who buy
/ large libraries by the square foot, buy
ing these libraries when they have scarcely
enough education t. pick out the day o
the month in the almanac! Oh, how many
there are striving to have things as well a:
their neighbors or better than their neigh
bors and in the struggle vast fortunes are
! exhausted ana UuSlutSS lELuS tuEOWh ihIe
bankruptcy and men of reputed honesty
rush into astounding forgeries!
/ But what / want to impress upon you
nv hearers, is that you ought not to In
ventory the luxuries Of life among the In
iispensables, and you ought not to depre
ciate this woman OF the text, who, wheI
offered kingly preferment, responded. u
dwell among my own people," Yes
this woman of the text was great
In her piety. Just read the chap.
ter after you SO home. Faith II
God, and she was not ashamed to III
about 1t before idolaters. All. woman will
never appreciate what she owes &c
Christianity until she knows and see:
the degradation Of her sex under pagan
ism and Mohammedanism! Her very
birth considered a misfortune. Sold like
cattle on the shambles. Slave OF al
work, and at last her body fuel for tht
funeral pyre of her husband. Above the
shrek OF the fra worshipers in India, and
above the rumbling Ct the Juggernauts
hear the million voiced groan OF wronged
insulted, broken-hearted, downtroddeI
woman. Her tears have fallen in the Nile
and Tigris, the La Plata and on the steppei
| of Tartary She has been dishonOred II
Spanish Alhambra. Her little ones have besI
sacrificed in the Indus and the Gauges
There is not groan, or dungeon, o.
an island, or q mountain, or river, ol
a lake, or sea but could tell a story o
the outrages heaped upon her. But
thanks to God, this glorious Christianity
comes forth, and all the claims OF thi
vassalage are snapped, and she rise
from ignominy to exalted sphere and be
comes the affectfonate daughter, tie gentl'
wife, the honored mother, the useful Chris
tian. oh, IL Christianity has done so mucl
for woman, surely woman will become IT
most ardent advocate and its sublimest ex
emplificationl
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