The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1901-09-04
What right. does woman want that is

DFlClsn empire, DuC nave W Geh Joo
on this realm of woman's influence eter'
nifty never marks any bound.
Isabella fed from the Spanish throne,
pursued by the nations anathema, but
she who is queen in home will never lose
her throne, and death itself will only be
the annexation of heavenly principalitles.
When you want to get your grandest
idea of queen, you do not think of Cath
crime of Russia or of Anne of England or
Maria Theresa Of Austria, but when you
want to get your grandest idea of queen
you think of the plain woman who sat .op-.
posite your father at the table or walked
with him arm in arm down life's pathway,
sometimes to the thanksgiving banquet,
sometimes to the grave, but always to-
gether, soothing your petty, griefs, cor
recting your childish waywardness, joining
in your infantile sports, listening to your
evening prayers, toiling for you with
needle or at the spinning wheel and on
cold nights wrapping you up snug and
warm. And then at last on that day when
she lay in the back room dying and you
saw her take those thin hands with which
she toiled for you so long and put them
ed you to God whom she had taught you
to trust-oh, she was the queen! The cha:
riots OF God came down to fetch her, and
as she went in all heaven rose up. You
cannot think of her now without rush
of tenderness that 'stirs the deep founda.
tions of your soul, and you feel as much
a child again as when you cried on her lap,
and if you could bring her back again to
speak just once more your name as ten.
derly as she used to speak it you would
be willing to throw yourself on the ground
and kiss the sod that covers. her, crying,
Mother, mother" All, she was the
queen, she was the queen!
Now, can you tell me how many thou
sand miles a woman like that would have
to travel down before she got to the
ballot box? Compared with this work of
| training kings and queens for God and
| eternity, how Insignificant seems all this
work Of voting for aldermen and common
councilmen and sheriffs and constables
and mayors and presidents! To make one
| such grand woman as l have described
how many thousand would you want Of
| those people who go in the round of god
| lessness and fashion and dissipation, dis
torting their bodies and going as far to-
ward disgraceful apparel as they dare. go
so as not to be arrested Of the police,
| their behavior a sorrow to the good and a
| caricature of the vicious and an insult to
that God who made them women and not
gorgons, and tramping on down through a
| frivolous and dissipated life to temporal
and eternal destruction?
o woman, with the lightning of your
soul strike dead at your feet all these al.
| lurements to dissipation and to fashion!
Your immortal soul cannot be fed upon
such garbage. God calls you up to EN-.
pire and dominion. Will you have it:
| Oh, give to God your heart, give to God
your best energies, give to God all your
sHuEe Ee!gs give to H% GOd p all S W snd S
next!
Soon all these bright eyes will be
quenched and these voices will be hushed,
| For the last time you will look upon this
fair earth. Fathers hand, mothers hand.
sisters hand, child's hand, will be NO
more in yours. 1t will be night, and there
will come up a cold wind from the Jordan,
and you must start. Will it be lone
woman on a trackless moor! An, no!
Jesus will come up in that hour and offer
His hand, and He will say, "You stood by
Me when you were well, now will not
desert you when you are sick" One wave
other wave of His hand, and midnight
shall break into midnoon, and another
wave of His hand and the chamberlains Of
| God will come down, from the treasure
houses of heaven with robes lustrous,
blood washed and heaven glinted, ir
which you will array yourself for the mar
| riage supper of the Lamb. And then with
Miriam, who struck the timbrel by the
Red Sea, and with Deborah, who led the
| Lords host into the fight, and with Han
| nah, who gave her Samuel to the Lord
and with Mary, whb rocked Jesus to sleep
while there were angels singing in the
bound up the battle wounds of the Cri
mea, you will from the chalice of God
drink to the souls eternal rescue.
One twilight after had been playing
| with the children for some time I lay
| down on the lounge to rest, and, hall
asleep and half awake, seemed to dream
this dream: It seemed to me that I was
I in a far distant land-not Persia, although
more Oriental luxuriance crowned the
| cities; nor the tropics, although more
than tropical frutfulness filled the gar
| dens; nor Italy, although more than ltal
ian softness filled the air.. And wan
dered around, looking foF thorns and net
ties, but found none Of them grew there
And I walked forth and I saw the sun
rise. and I said, when will it set again?
And the sun sank not. And saw all the
PesSPle in NH holiday lSy apparel, and said
garb again and delve in the mine and
swelter at the forge?" But neither the
garments nor the robes did they put off
And wandered in the suburbs and
said, "Where do they bury the dead oi
this great city," And I looked along by
the hills where it would be most beauti
full for the dead to sleep, and I saw castles
and towers and battlements, but not a
! mausoleum nor monument nor white slab
could I see. And I went into the great
chapel of the town and said: "Where do
the poor, worship. Where are the benches
on which they sit?" And a voice an.
( city" And I wandered out, seeking to
| find the place where were the novels OF
| the destitute, and found mansions of am
ber and ivory and gold, but no tear did ]
see or sigh hear.
I was bewildered, and I sat under the
| shadow of great tree, and said, What
am I and whence comes all this?" And
| at that moment there came from among
the leaves, skipping up the fowery paths
and across the sparkling waters, q very
bright and sparkling group, and when
saw their step I knew it, and when I heard
their voices I thought knew them, but
thing l had ever seen l bowed, stranger
to strangers. But after awhile, when
they clapped hands and shouted, "Wel-
come. WELCOMED" the mystery was solved,
and I saw that time had passed and that
| eternity had come and that God had
| gathered us up into higher home, and I
said, care all here" And the voices of
innumerable generations answered, Call
here" And while tears of gladness were
raining down our cheeks and the branches
of the Lebanon cedars were clapping their
hands and the towers of the great city
were Ginning their welcome we began to
laugh and sing and leap and shout, Home,
home, home!"
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