Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1901-09-05

a1vh;la and thew may win high position,
and tLav NAV have an affiuent residence,
Int they will not until their dying day
forget that humble roof under winch their
father rested and their mo1ner sang anu
their sisters played.
Oh, if you would gather, up all tender
memories, all the lights and shades OF the
heart. ali %banquetings and reunions, all
flial. fr~aternal, p~aternal and conlugal at
f%ections. and YOU had only just TOUR let
tiers to spell out that height and depth and
length and breadth and magnltude and
eternity of meaning, you would, VIII VIII
a~gitated hand, write it out IN those tour
living capitals, HOME!
What right does woman want that Is
| grander than to be queen IN sucn a realm!
! WHY. the eagles Of heaven cannot fy
| across that dominion. Horses, painting
| and with lathered TANKS, are not sWl1e
| enough to run to the outpost OF that realm.
| They say that the sun never sets on the
| British empire, but I have to tell you that
| on this realm of woman,s influence eter-
| nifty never marks any bound.
isabella fed from the Spanish throne.
nnrsued by the nations anathema, but
she who is queen in a home will never lose
her throne, and death itself will only be
the annexation OF heavenly prlnclpal1Iles
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 %grandest idea OF a queen
YOU think of the plain woman. who sat op,,
posite your father at the table or walked
with him arm in arm down ife'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 vince! and on
warm. And then at last on hat 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 commend
ed you to God whom she had taught you
to trust-oh, she was the queen! The cha,
riots of God came dow to fetch her, and
as she went in all heaven rose up. You
cannot think of her now without a rush
of tenderness that stirs 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
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 disgracefu1 apparel as they dare go
SO as not to be arrested Of the police,
their behavior a sorrow to the good and
caricature of the vicious and IN insult to
that God who made them women and not
gorgons, and tramping on down through a
frivolous and d~issipated 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!
such garbage. God calls you up to EN-
pire and dominion. Will you have it
Sdar ei BEST tq sH GHd your El, heart ar d give u to s God
: culture, give to God ali your refinement
give yourelf to Him for this world and the
: next!
, Soon all these bright eyes will bs
quenched and these voices will be hushed
l For the last time you will look upon this
! fair earth. Fathers hand, mothers hand
sisters hand, child's hand. will be nc
more in yours. It will be night, and there
will come up a cold wind from the Jordan
t and you must start. Will 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 I will no
! desert you when you are sick" One wave
=, | OF His hand and the storm will Hron. On
l other wave OF His hand, and midnight
e shall break into midnoon, and another
4 wave of His hand and the chamberlains o.
God will come down from the treasure
9 houses Of heaven with robes ~lustrous
blood washed and heaven glinted, il
which you will array yourself for the mar
rage supper of the Lamb. And then with
t Miriam, who struck the timbrel by the
Red Sea, and with Deborah, who led the
4 Lords host into the fight, and with Han
\ nah, who gave her Samuel to the Lord
j. and with Mary, who rocked Jesus to slee1
I air, and with Florence Nightingale, WIZ
e bound up the battle wounds of the Cri
o mea, you will from the chalice of Coo
e drink to the souls eternal rescue.
$ One twilight after l had been playine
t With the children for some time I lay
asleep and hall awake, [ seemed to dream
this dream: 1t seemed to me that I was
e in a far distant land-not Persia, althougf
a more Oriental luxuriance crowned thu
c1tles; nor the, tropics, although more
u than tropical. ftuitfulness filled the gar
2 dens; nor Italy, although more than ftal
& ian s~oftness filed the air. And [ wan
e dered around, looking for thorns and net
+ tlesi but l found none of them grew there
AND l walked forth and I saw the SUI
a rise; and [ said, when will it set agxin? =
2 And the sun sank not. And / saw all thu
RI?He np in holiday apparel, and 1 said
When will they put on w~orkingman't
garb again and delve in the mine ane
swelter at the ~forge?" But neither thu
p garment ror the robes did they put off
S And ! wandered in the suburbs and
e said, Where do they bury the dead o
tins tins great city," And I looked along b,
the hills where it would be most besu +
o full for the dead to sleep, and I saw castle.
Y ana maa1dGwers and battlements, but not
= could I see. And I went into the o slal
i chapel OF the town and I said: "Wherre i,
the poor worship? Where are the bencbe
on which they sit?" And a voice an
swered, 1--WE have no poor in th;s al on