The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1899-10-07
A WORK FOR WOMEN.
Dr.. Talmage's Stirring Sermon on
The Queens of Home"
Heroincs of the Fireside and the Bat
tlcfeld - Ministering Angels
What Her Chief Desire
Should BE.
Copyright, Louis Klopsch, 1891
Washington,

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DR.. Talmage, and many sympathies are
stirred and memories recalled. The
text is Solomon's Song 6, S: There are
threescore queens"
So Solomon, by one stroke, set forth
the imperial character of true Chris
tan woman. She is not slave, not a
hireling, not subordinate, but a queen.
In former sermon l showed you that
crown and courtly attendants and i'm
perial wardrobe were no. necessary to
make a queen, but that graces of the
heart and life will give coronation to
any woman. / showed you at once at
some length that woman's position was
higher in the world than mans, and
that although she had often been de-
MED the right of suffrage, she always
did vote, and always would vote by her
influence, and that her chief desire
ought to be that she should have grace
rightly to rule in the dominion which
she has already won. l began an emu
meration of some of her rights, and now
resume the subject.
In the first place woman has the spe-
cial and the superlative right of bless
ing and comforting the sick. What
land, what street, what house, has not
felt the smitings of disease? Tens of
thousands of sickbeds! What shall we
do with them? Shall man, with his
rough hand and clumsy foot, go STUN
bling around the sickroom, trying to
soothe the distracted nerves and al
leviate the pains of the distressed pa
tent? The young man at college may
scott at the idea of being under mater
nal influences, but at the first blast of
typhoid fever on his cheek he says:
where is mother?" Walter Scott
wrote partly in satire and partly in
compliment:
Oh, woman, in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy and hard to please,
When pain and anguish wiring the brow,
ministering angel thou!
1 think the most pathetic passage in
all the Bible is the description of the
lad who went out to the harvest field
of Shunem and got sunstruck-press-
ing his hands on his temples and crying
out: "Oh, my head My head!" And they
said: Garry him to his mother" And
then the record is: HE sat ON her
knees till noon and then died"
1t is an awful thing to be i'll away
from home in a strange botel, once in
awhile men coming in to look at you,
holding their hand over their mouth for
fear they will catch the contagion. How
roughly they turn you in bed. How
loudly they talk. How you long for the
ministries of home. know one such
who went away from one of the bright
est homes for several weeks business
absence at the west. A telegram came
at midnight that he was on his death
bed far away from home. By express
train the wife and daughters came
westward, but they went too late. He
feared not to die, but he was in an
agony to live until his family got there
He tried to bride the doctor to make
him live little while longer. He said:
81 am willing to die, but not alone
But the pulses futtered, the eyes closed
and the heart stopped. The express
trains met in the midnight, wife and
daughters going westward, lifeless re-
mains of husband and father coming
eastward. Oh, it was a sad, pitiful
over whelming spectacle! When we
are sick, we want to be sick at home
When the time comes to die, we want
to die at home. The room may be very
humble, and the faces that look into
ours may be very plain, but who cares
for that? Loving hands to battle the
temples. Loving voices to speak good
cheer. Loving lips to read the comfort
ing promises of Jesus.
In our civil war men cast the cannon
men fashioned musketry, men cried t.
the hosts: Forward, march," mer
hurled their battalions on the SHARP
edges of the enemy, crying: Charge
charged" But woman scraped the lint
woman administered the cordials, WON
an watched the dying couch, woman
wrote the last message to the home cir
Gle, woman wept at the solitary burial
attended by herself and four men will
a spade. We greeted the generals home
with brass bands and triumphal archie.
and wild huzzas; but the story is too
good to be written anywhere, save il
the chronicles of Heaven, of Mrs. Brady
who came down among the sick in thu
swamps of the Chickahominy; of Annie
Ross in the cooper shop hospital; O.
Margaret Breckenridge, who came t.
men who had been for weeks with theil
wounds undressed, some of them frozeI
to the ground, and when she turned
them over those that had an arm lief
waved it and filled the air with theil
"hurrah!" of Mrs. Hodge, who came
from Chicago with blankets and will
pillows until the men shouted: "Thre,
cheers for the Christian commission
God bless the women at home;" tEer
sitting down to take the last message
Tell my wife not to fret about me, bu
to meet me in Heaven; tell her to traiI
up the boys whom we have loved 81
well; tell her we shall meet again in tn,
good land; tell her to bear my loss ik'
the Christian wife of a Christian sol
dier;" and of Mrs. Shelton, into who's,
face the convalescent soldier looked ant
said: "Your grapes and COLOGNE
cured me-"
And so it was also through all of ou