The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-08-25


 home at noon or at night, and they tarry a comparatively little while. out she all day long governs 1t, bsautifies if, sanctiefis 1t. u Is within her power to make it the most attractive place on earth. It Is the ~only calm harb3r- in this world. You know as we'll as do that this outside world and the business world Is c long scene os tostle and contention. The man who hsE dollar struggles to keep 1t; the man who has 1t not struggles to get It. Prices up. Prices down. Losses. Gains. Misrep. esentations. Goagiag. Underselling. Buyers depreciating; salesmen exaggerating. Tenants seek ing less rent: landlords demanding more. Gold fdgety. Struggles about office. Men who are in trying to keep in; men out trying to get in. Slips. Tumbles. Defalcations. Panics, Cat astrophes. O woman, thank God you have a home, and that you may be queen in 1t. Better be there than wear d queens coronet. Better be there han carry the purse of a princess. Your abode may be humble. but you san by your faith in God and your cheersuiness of demeanor gild 1t with splendors such as an upholsterer's hand never yet kindled.
 
 ble, two stories, four plain, un?ap >red rooms: undesirabl e neighborno)l. and yet there Is a man here today who would die on the threshold rather than surrender 1t. Whv? It Is nome. Whenever he thinks of 1t he sees angels of God lowering around it. The lad ders of heaven are let down 10 this house. Over the childs rough crib there are the chantings of angels as those that sounded over Bethlehem. tI Is home. These children rlay come up after awhile. and they may win high positions, and they may have an afflu- ent residence. but they will not until their dying day forget that humble room under which their fathes rested, their mother sang and thier sister played. Oh, if you would gather up all the lights and shades of the heart, all banquetings and reunions. all filial, fraternal. paternal and conjugal R6ec- tions and you had only just fq >t- ters to spell out that height and tn and length and breadth and magnitude | and eternity of meaning, you would. with streaming eyes and trembling voice and agitated hand, write 1t out in those four living capitals, HOME. What right does woman want that | is grander than to be queen in such | realm? Why, the eagles of heaven | cannot fly across the dominion. Horses, | panting and with lathered Hanks, are | not swift enough to run to the ou, post | of that realm. They say that the sun | never sets upon the English empire, but I have to tell you, that "r ihis | realm of wofnan's influence eternity | never marks any bound. Isabella fed | from the Spanish throne pursued by the nations anathema. but she who Is l queen in home will never lose her throne, and death itself will only he the annexation of heavenly primo: pal:- | ties.
 The Most oueenly Woman. l When you want to get your | grandest idea of a queen. you do not think of Catherine of Russla, of of | Anne of England, or Maria Theresa of Austria, but when you want to get your grandest idet of queen you think | of the plain woman who sat opposite your father at the table or walked l with him arm in arm down lifes path | way sometimes to the thanks | giving banquet. sometimes to the grave. but always together-sooth- i ing your pretty griefs, correcting your childish waywardness, joining in your infantile sports. listening to your even ing 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 prayer that commended you to God, whom she had taught you to trust oh. she was a queen! The chariots 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 l of tenderness that stirs the deep foun- | dations of your soul, and you feel as | much child again as when you cried l on her lap, and if you could bring her back again to speak just once more | your name as tenderly as she used l to speak it you would be willing to throw yourself on the ground and kiss the sod that cover her, crying, Mother, mother'' An, she was a queen-she l was the queen!
 Now, can you tell me how many thou sand miles 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 sheriffs and constables and mayors and
 presidents. To make one such grand woman as I have described how many thousand would you want of those peo- pie who go in the round of godlessness and fashion and dissipat ation. distorting
 their body and going as far toward dis
 graceful 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 dissipat-
 ed life, to temporal and eternal des-
 truction. Oh. woman, with the lightn-
 ing of your soul strike dead at your feet
 all these allurements to dissipation and to fashion. You immortal soul can
 not be fed upon such garbage. God
 calls you up to empire and dominion
 Will you have it? Oh. give to God you
 heart, give to God your best energies
 give to God all your culture. give to
 God all your refinement. give yourself
 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 vii
 look upon this fair earth; fathers
 hand, mothers hand. sisters hand
 childs hand, will be no more in yours
 IL will be night, and there will come
 up a cold wind from the Jordan. and
 you must start. It will he a lone wo'
 man on a trackless moor? An, no
 Jesus will come up in that hour and of
 tA Nurfi Vr~