The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1900-07-20


When the trumpet shall sound. there
will be an uproar and wreck OF
mountain and continent, and no hui
man arm can help you. Amid the
rising Of the dead and amid the boiling
| of yonder sea and amid the live, leap
ing thunders of the flying heavens
calm and placid will be every wo-
mans heart who hath put her trust In
Christ-calm Notwithstanding all the
tumult, as though the fire In the
heavens were only the gildings Of an
autumnal sunset, as though the peal OF
the trumpet were only the harmony OF
an orchestra, as though the awful
voices of the sky were but a group OF
friends bursting through gateway
at eventime with laughter and shout
ing, "Dorcas the disciple!" Would
God that every Mary and every Martina
would this day sit down at the feet OF
Jesus!
| Praise of the Needle.
Further, we see Dorcas the benefac-
tress. History has told the story OF
the crown; epic poet has sung of the
sword; the pastoral poet, with MS
verses full of the redolence OF clover
tops and a-rustle with the silk OF the
corn, has sung the praises of the piow.
I tell you the praises of the needle.
From the fig leaf robe prepared In the
garden of Eden to the last stitch taken
on the garment for the poor the needle
has wrought wonders of kindness, gen
erosity. and benefaction. 1t adorned
the girdle of the high priest, 1t fash
Toned the curtains in the ancient tab
ernacle, it cushioned the chariots OF
King Solomon, it provided the robes OF
Queen Elizabeth, and in high places
and in low places, by the fire OF the
pioneers backlog and under the flash
Of the chandelier, everywhere, it has
clothed nakedness, it has preached
the gospel, it has overcome hosts OF
penury and want with the war cry OF
stitch, stitch, stitch" The opera
tives have found livelihood by 1t,
and through it the mansions OF the
employer are constructed.
Amid the greatest triumphs in all
ages and lands, l set down the con-
quests of the needle. l admit It's
crimes; l admit its cruelties. 1t has
had more martyrs than the fire; it
has punctured the eye; it has pierced
the side; it has struck weakness into
the lungs; it has sent madness into
the brain; it has filled the potter's
field; it has pitched whole armies OF
the suffering into crime and wretched-
ness and woe. But now that l am
talking of Dorcas and her ministries
to the poor. | shall speak only of the
charities of the needle. This woman
was a representative of all those who
make garments for the destitute, VINO
knit socks for the barefooted, who
prepare bandages for the lacerated,
who fix up boxes of clothing for mis-
sionaries, who go into the asylums or
the suffering and destitute, bearing
that gospel which is sight for the blind
and hearing for the deaf, and which
makes the lame man leap like hart
and brings the dead to life, immortal
health bounding in their pulses. What
| u COutTdSI DcIWccu tuO " dStiSoi W
nevolence of this woman, and great
deal of the charity of this day! This
woman did not spend her time idly
planning how the poor of the city OF
Joppa were to be relieved; she took
her needle and relieved them. She
was not like those persons who sympa-
thize with imaginary sorrows, and go
out in the street and laugh at the boy
who has upset his basket Of cold vic
tuals, or like that charity which makes
a rousing speech on the benevolent
platform and goes out to kick the beg
gar from the step, crying, Hush your
miserable howling!"
| Woman's Benevolence.
am glad there is not a page OF
the worlds history which is not rec
ord of female benevolence. God says
to all lands and people, Come now and
hear the Widows mite rattle down into
the poor box. The Princess of Cont
sold all her jewels that she might help
the famine stricken. Queen Blanche.
the wife of Louis VIII. of France,
| hearing tnat lnere were Solne PERSONS
unjustly incarcerated in the prisons,
went out amid the rabble and took a
stick and struck the door as signal
that they might all strike it, and down
went the prison door, and out came
the prisoners. Queen Maud, the wife
of Henry l., went down amid the poor
and washed their sores and admins
tered to them cordials. Mrs. Retson,
at Matagorda, appeared on the battle
field while the missiles of death were
flying around and cared for the wound
ed. Is there a man or woman who
has ever heard of the civil war in
America who has not heard of the wo-
men of the sanitary and Christian
commissions or the fact that before
the smoke had gone up from Gettys
burg and South Mountain the women
of the north met the women of the
south on the battlefield, forgetting all
their animosities while they bound up
the wounded and closed the eyes of the
slain? Dorcas, the benefactress.