The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1899-10-19
A WORK FOR WOMEN.
pL 1almage's Stirring Sermon on
"The Queens of Home"
Hesoines of the Firesidc and the Dat
ushsld Ministering Angela
what Her Chief Desire
should he.
copyright. Louis Klopsch. 1881
Washington. Sept. 10.

In this discourse the opportunities Of
usefulness for women are set forth BY
DR.. Talmage, and many sympathies ar'
stirred and memories recalled. The
text is Solomon's Song 6, s: There art
threescore queens"
So Solomon, by one stroke, set forth
the imperial character of true Chris
tan woman. She is not slave, not q
hireling, not subordinate, but a queen
In former sermon showed you tina,
crown and courtly attendants and I'M
perial wardrobe were not necessary to
make a queen, but that graces Of the
heart and life will give coronation tc
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. l began an emu
mera ton of some of her right 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 them2 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
tient? The young man at college may
scoR ct 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 70 please,
When pain and anguish wiring the brow.
A ministering angel thou!
think the most pathetic passage in
al 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: "0h. my head! Ny hsadl" And they
said: Garry him to his mother" And
then the record is: He sat on her
knees Nll noon and then died"
It 10 an awful thing to be Ill awuy
from homo In . strange hotel. once in
awhile men coming in TO look at you.
holding their hand over their mouth for
fear tAey will atch 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
sst homes Tor several weeks business
absence at tho west A telegram came
at midnight that he wns 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 bribe the doctor to make
him 1.-Two little while longer. BE said:
II am willing to die, but not alone"
But the pulses fiuttered, 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 n sad. pitiful.
overwhelming spectacle! When we
are sick. we want 10 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 thst7 Loving hands TO bathe 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 to
the hosts: forward, march," men
buried their battalions on the sharp
edges Of the enemy, crying: charge,
charge!" But woman scraped the lint,
woman administered the cordials, wom-
m watched the dying couch, woman
wrote the last message to the home cir
Gle, woman wept at the solitary burial,
by herself and four men with
a spade. We greeted the generals homo
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
Breckinridge, who came 70
men who had been for weeks with their
wounds undressed, some Of them frozen
10 the ground, and when she turned
them over those that had an arm left
waved it and filled the air with their
'hurrah!" 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 home;" then
iitting down to take the last message:
Tell my wife not TO fret about me, but
o meet me in Heaven; tell her to train
up the boys whom we have loved so
we'll; tell her we shall meet again in the
rood land; tell her TO bear my loss like
he Christian wife of Christian SOL