Connecticut western news., 1901-08-22

gerating. Tenants seeking less rent; landlords demanding more. Gold fid- getty. Struggles about office. Men who ing to get in. Slips, tumbles. Defalca- tions. Panics. Catastrophes. O wom- an, than8 God you have a home and that you may be queen in itl Better be there than wear a queens coronet. Better be there than carry the purse of a princess. Your abode may be humble, but you can by your faith In God and your cheerfulness of demeanor gild 1t with splendors such as an upholsterer's hand never yet kindled.
 There are abodes in the city-humble, two stories, four plain unpapered rooms, undesirable neighborhood-and yet there is man here today who would die on the threshold rather than surrender it. Why? It is home. When ever he thinks of it, he sees angels of God lowering around 1t. The ladders of heaven are let down to this house. Over the child's rough crib there are the chantings of angels, as those that sounded over Bethlehem. It Is home. These children may come up after awhile, and they may win high posi- ton, and they may have an affluent residence, but they will not until their dying day forget that humble roof un- der which their father rested and their mother sang and their sisters played Oh, if you would gather up all tendes memories, all the lights and shades of lon ions, all filial, fraternal, paternal and conjugal affections, and you had only just four letters to spell out that height and depth and length and breadth and magnitude and eternity of meaning, you would, with streaming eyes and trembling voice and agtated hand, write 1t out in those four living capi- tals, HOME!
 Queen of the Realm.
 What right does woman want that is grander than to be queen in such realm? Why, the eagles of heaven can not fly across that dominion. Horses, panting and with lathered Hanks, are not swift enough to run to the outpost of that realm. They say that the sun
 
 I have to tell you that on this realm of woman's influence eternity never marks any bound. Isabella fled from the Spanish throne, pursued by the na- tion's anathema, but she who Is queen in a home will never lose her throne, and death itself will only be the an- nexation of heavenly principalities.
 When you want to get your grandest idea of a queen, you do not think of Catherine of Russia or of Anne of Eng land or Maria Theresa of Austria, but when you want to get your grandest idea of queen you think of the plain woman who sat opposite 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 together, soothing your petty griefs, correcting 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 together in a dying pray CT that commended you to God whom she had taught you to trust-oh, she was the queen! The chariots of God came down to fetch her, and as she went in all heaven rose up. You can not think of her now without a rush of tenderness that stirs the deep founda- tions of your soul, and you feel as much 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 tenderly 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, moth erw Ah, she was the queen, she was the queen!
 AIlurements of Fashion.
 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 alder men and common councilmen and sher- ifs and constables and mayors and presidents! To make one such grand woman as have described how many people who go in the round of goddess ness and fashion and dissipation, dis torting their bodies and going as far to- ward hisgraceful apparel as they dare gos so us not to be arrested of the police, their behavior ai)rrow to the good and caricature of the vicious and m Insult 10 that God lrho made them wo- men and not gorgolls, and ts2mping em down through a frivolous 0nd disok pated life to temporal and Soernal de struction? o woman, with Che light ming of your soul strike deed at your feet all these allurements tD dissipa- ton and to fashion! Your Immortal Soul cannot be fed upon suca garbage. God calls you up to empire nead domin- ion. Will you have 1t? Oh, gf~e to God your heart, give to God your best ener- gies, give to God all your culture, give to God all your refinement, give your DCl1 iO liLl Aol thAo Nollu anu thC LCAt 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. It will
 be night, and there will come up a cold wind from the Jordan, and you must start. Will 1t be lone woman on 8 trackless moor? Ah, 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 I will not desert you when you are sick" One wave of his hand, and the storm will drop; another wave of his hand, and midnight shall break into midnoon and another wave of his hand, and the ' al, har 1oiy af Gn1 will