The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1899-09-16
A WORK FOR WOMEN.
Dr.. Talmage's Stirring Sermon on
"The Queens of Home"
HeroInes OF the Fireside and the Dnt-
tIcneId - Ministering Angels
what Her Chief Desire
should lie.
copyright. Louis Klopsch, 1891
Washington, Sept. 10.

DIR. Talmage, and many sympatliics arr
stirred and memories recalled. Ih'
text is Solomon's Song 6, s.: There arr
threcscore queens"
So Solomon, by one stroke, set fortl
the imperial character of true Chris
tian woman. She is not slave, not ;
hireling, not subordinate, but queen
In former sermon ! showed you thai
crown and courtly attendants and i'm
Derial wardrobe were not necessary &c
make a queen, but that graces of the
heart and life will give coronation to
any woman. ] showed you at once al
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. J began an emu
mcration Of some of her rights, and now
] resume the subject.
In the first place woman has the spe-
cial and the supcrlative 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 sicllbcds! What shall we
do with them? Shall man, with his
rough hand and clumsy foot, 90 STUN
bling around the sickroon, trying to
soothc the distracted nerves and al
lcviate the pains of the distressed pa
ticnt? The young man at college may
scofr ut the idea of being under mater
nal influences, but at the first blast OF
typhoid fever on his cheek he says:
"Whcrc 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.
a mnistering angel thou!
think the most pathetic passage in
all the Bible is the description Of the
lad who went out to the harvest field
of Shuncm and got sunstruck--prcss-
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: "llc sat on her
knees till noon and then died.
1t is an awful thing To be i'll away
from home in Il strange hotel, once in
awhile men coming in to look Mt 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. \ 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. lie
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 dive n little while longer. He said:
81 am willing to die, but not alone"
But the pulses fluttered, 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, il was u sad pitiful
overwhelming spectacle! When we
arc sick. we want TO be sick Mt home
When the time comes 20 die, we want
to die at home. The room may I've very
humble. and the faces that look into
ours may he very plain. but who cares
for that? Loving hands to battle tho
temples. Loving voices TO speak goot
cheer. Loving lips TO read the comfort
ing promises Of Jesus.
In our civil war men east the cannon
men fashioned musketry, men cried t.
the hosts: Forward. march," mel
hurled their battalions on the sharl
edges OF the enemy, crying: Charge
charge" 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 wcpt nj the solitary burial
attended by herself and four men wit
spade. We greeted the generals HON
with brass bands and triumphal archie
and wild huzzas; but the story is to
good TO be written anywhere, save J.
the chronicles OF Heaven, Of Mrs. Brady
who came down among the sick in h
swamps of the Chickahominy; of Ami
Ross in the cooper shop hospitals; c
Margaret Breckinridge, who came I
men who had been for weeks with thei
wounds undressed, some OF them froze
to the ground, and when she turne
them over those that had an arm lei
waved il and filled the air with thei
'hurrah!" OF Mrs. Hodge, who cam
from Chicago with blankets and wit
pillows until the men shouted: "Thro
cheers for the Christian commission
God bless the women at home;" the
sitting down to take the last message
"Tell my wife not to fret about me, br
TO rreet me in Heaven; tell her to trai
up the boys whom we have loved s
well; tell her we shall meet again in tll
good land; tell her to bear my loss lik
the Christian wife of Christian so
dier;" and OF Mrs. Shelton, into who's
face the coDvalescent soldier looked an
said: .Your grapes and cologn
cured me-"
And so II was also through all of on
war with Spain--women heroic on tn
field, Drawing death and wounds to reac
the fallen, watching by their fever cot