Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1899-09-11
Copyright. Louis KIopsch. 1891

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Copyright. Louis Klopsch. 1891
WASHINGTON. Sept. 10.-In this dis.
course the opportunities of usefulness
for women are set forth by Dr. Tai
mage, and many sympathies are stirred
and memories recalled. The text is Sol
omon's Songs vi. s. t'There are three
score queens.
So Solomon by one stroke set forth
the imperial character of a true Chris
tan woman. She is not slave, not
hireling, not subordinate, but a
uueen. In a former sermon showed
you that crown and courtly attendants
and imperial wardrobe were not neces-
sary to make a queen, but that graces
of the heart and life will give corona
ton to any woman. / showed you 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 al
ways 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
/ began an enumeration of some of her
rights, and now l resume the subject.
In the first place, woman has the
special and the superlative right of
blessing and comforting the sick. What
land. what street, what house has not
felt the smitings of disease? Tens Of
thousands of sick bedsl 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 allevi-
ate the pains of the distressed patient2
The young n1An at college may scott at
the idea of being under maternal inf1u-
ences 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 cry
ing 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"
=. A Ministerfng Angel.
1t is an awful thing to be i'll away
from home in a strange hotel. 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 bedl
How loudly they talk! How you long
for the ministries of homel L know
one such who went away from one of
the brightest of homes for several
weeks business absence at the west
telegram came at midnight that he was
on his deathbed far away from home.
By express train the wife and daughters
went 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 bribe the doctor to make
him live a 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, llfeless re-
mains of husband and father coming
eastward. Oh. it was a sad, plt1fuI
overwhelming spectaclel When we are
sick, we want to be sick at home
When the time comes for us 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
comforting promises of Jesus.
In our civil war men cast the cannon,
men fashioned the musketry, men cried
to the hosts, Forward. march, men
hurled their battalions on the sharp
edges of the enemy, crying, charge,
charged but woman scraped the lint,
woman administered the cordials wom-
an watched by 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 with
a spade. W@greeted the generals home
with brass bands and triumphal arches
and wild huzzas, but the story is too
good to be written anywhere save In
the chronicles of heaven, of Mrs. Brady,
who came down among the sick in the
swamps of the Chickahominy of Annie
Ross, in the cooper shop hospital; of
Margaret Breckenridge, who came to
men who had been for weeks with their
wounds undressed-someo of them frozen
to the ground. and when she turned
them over those that had an arm left
waved it and filled the air with their
''hurrah l''-of Mrs Hodge, who came
from Chicago, with blankets and with
pillows, until the men shouted: ''Three
cheers for the Christian commission
God bless the women at home4' then
sitting down to take the last message
-ETell my wife not to fret about me. but