The Penn's Grove record., 1901-08-23
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and with lathered TANKS, are not swift
enough to run 10 the outpost OF that realm.
They say that the sun never sets on the
British empire, but ] have to tell you that
on this realm of woman's influence cter-
nifty never marks any bound.
Isabella fed from the Spanish throne,
pursued by the nations anathema, but
she who is queen in a home VIII never lose
her throne. and death itself will only be
the annexation of heavenly principaIlties.
When you want to get your grandest
idea of a 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 graudCst idea OF a queen
you think of the plain woman who sat OPP
posite your father at the table or walked
with him arm in arm down LIES pathway,
sometimes to the thanksgiving banquet,
sometimes to the grave, but always to-
gether, soothing your petty grIcts, 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 Oh
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 20 long and put them
together in a dying prayer that commend
ed you to God whom she had taught YOU
to tTust-oh, she was the queeul 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 a rush
of tenderness that stlrs the deep fOunda-
tons 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,
derby as she used to speak 1t 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 queenl
Nov. 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 ali this
H-ork 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 60 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 anu ulsslIdtGu lllG 70 LEllpDLbI
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. VIII you have it?
oh. give to God your heart. give to God
your best energies, give to God all your
culture, give to God all your refinement,
give yourelf to Him for this world and the
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. VIII it be a lone
woman on a trackless moor? All, 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 l will not
desert YOU when you are sick" One wave
of His hand and the storm will drop; an
other wave Of His hand, and midnight
shall break into midnoon, and another
wave of His hand and the chambcrlains of
God will come down from the treasure
houses of heaven with robes lustrous,
blood washed and heaven glinted, in
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, who rocked Jesus to sleep
while there were angels singing in the
air, and with Florence Nightingale, who
bound up the battle wounds of the Cri-
drink to the souls eternal rescue.
One twilight after | had been PLAYING