The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1899-01-21

iI we'll 81 is wsnl- There Il no storm
on the sea but Christ = ready 10 rise In
the hinder part Of the ship aud hush IL
There Is no darkness but the eonstslla-
ton OF Gods eternal love can iIlunlns
II and. though the winter comes out Of
the northern sky. you have sometimes
seen that northern aky all ablsse with
suroras which seem 70 says Come up
this way; up this way are thrones Of
light and seas Of sapphire and the splsn-
dor OF IN eternal heaven. Come up this
way"
Again. this woman Of my text WAS
great in her application to domestic
duties. Every picture Il . home pio-
ture. whether abe Il entertaining an
Elisha OF whether abe IL giving careful
attention to her sick boy or whether abe
IL appealing for the restoration Of her
property. Every picture In her case II
one Of domesticlty. Those are not dis
eiples Of the Shunemits woman who,
going out 10 attend 70 outside chart
ties, neglect the duty Of home-ths
duty of wife. of mother. Of daughter.
No faithfulness In public b~enefaetlon
can ever atone for domestic negligence.
There has been many = mother who by
lndefAtigabls toll has reared . large
family Of children, equipping them for
the duties Of life with good manners
and large intelligence and Christian
principle, starting thsm cut. who has
done more for the world than many .
woman whose name has sounded
through the eenturieA I remember
when Kossuth was in this country there
were soms ladies who got honorable
regulations BY presenting him very
gracefully with bouquets Of flowers on
public occasions But what was all that
compared with the plain Hungarian
mother who gave 10 truth and ciiliza-
ton and the cause Of universal liberty
a Kossuth? Yea, this woman Of my
text was great in her simplicity. When
this prophet wanted TO reward her for
her hospitality BY asking some prefer
nsnt from the king, what did she say?
She declined It. She said: Il dwell
among my own people" a. much a. to
say: II am atilfed with my lot. All
l want 10 my family and my friends
around me- 1 dwell among my own
people"
Oh, what Q rsbuke 10 the strife for
precedence In all agesl How many
there are who want to get great srchl-
lecture and homes furnished with all
art, all painting. all stAtusry. who have
not enough taste TO distinguish be-
tween Gothic and Byzantine, and who
could not tell sAsure in plaster Of paris
from Palmer's -White Captive" and
would not know q boys psnciling from
Blerstadt's Yosemite" Men who buy
large libraries by the square foot buy
Ing these libraries when they have
scarcely enough education to pick out
the day Of the month In the almanac
Oh. how many there ars striving TO
have things as well a. their neighbors
or better than their nsighbors, and In
the struggle vast fortunes are exhaust
ed and business Arms thrown into bank
ruptcy and men Of reputed honesty
rush into astounding forgsriest OF
course I say nothing against refinement
or culture. splendor Of abode, sumptu-
BUSINESS Of diet, lavishness In ART, neat.
nessln apparel. there Is nothing against
them In the bible or out Of the Bible.
God does not want Us 10 prefer mud
hovsl TO English cottsgs, or Unframed
hheepskn 10 French broadcloth, or
husks to pineapple, or the elumslness Of
. boor to the manners Of q gentleman.
God, who strung the beach with tinted
shell. and the grass Of the field with
the dews Of the night and hath sx-
quisitely Hinged morning cloud and
robin rsdbreast, wants Us TO keep our
eye open to all beautiful sights, and
our ear open 10 al beautiful cadences,
and our heart open TO all s~lsvating SEN
,itimsnts.
o. Sold like cattle on the ahsmhlss.
Slave Of all work, and. 81 last, her body
fuel for the funeral pyrs Of her hus-
band, Above the shrisk Of thu fire wor-
shipsrsinl India, and above the rumblinR
OF the tuggernauts. I hear the million
voiced groan Of wronged, insulted,
broken-heartsd, do~wn-trodden woman.
her tears have fallen In the Nile and
Tigris, the La Plata, and on the steppes
OF Tartary. She has been dlshonored
In Turkish garden and Psrzian palace
and Spanish AlhamSra. Her little ones
have been sacrificed In the Indus and
the GangeL There Is not = groan, or O
dungeon, or an island, or q mountain,
or q river, or q lake, or a sea, but could
tell a story Of the outrages heaped upon
her. But, thanks to God, this glorious
Christianity comes forth, and all tba
chains Of this vassalags are snapped,
and she rises from ignominy to exalted
sphere and becomes the affectionats
daughter, the gentle wife, the honored
mother, the useful Christian. Oh, n
Christianity has done 90 much for WON.
an, surely woman will become its most
ardent advocate and its subhusst exeu.
p~iiHcation-