The Iola register., 1901-08-23

so as not to be arrested of the police,
their behavior sorrow TO the good
and caricature of the vicious and |
an insult to that God who made
them women and not gorgons, and |
tramping on, down through u frivo-
lous and dissipated life, to temporal !
and eternal destruction. Oh, 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 empire and dominion.
viii you have it? Oh, give to God
your heart, give to God your best
energies, give to God all your cul-
ture, 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 will look upon this fair
earth fathers hand, mothers hand,
sisters hand, child's hand, will be no
more in yours. 1t will he night, and
there will come up cold wind from
the Jordan, and you must start.
Will it. be lone woman on track
less 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 we'll; now l will not
desert you when you are sick" One
wave of his hand, and the storm will
drop, and another wave of His hand
and midnight shall break into mid
noon, 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, 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 Hannah, who gave her Sam
uel 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 Crimea,
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, | lay down on the lounge to
rest, and. half asleep and half awake,
I seemed to dream this dream: 1t
seemed to me that / was in far dis
tant land-not Persia, although more
than oriental luXurlance crowned the
cities; nor the tropics. although
more than fruitfulness filled the gar
dens; nor Italy, although more than
Italian softness filed the air. And
| wandered around looking for
thorns and nettles. but ! found none
of them grew there. And | walked
forth, and | saw the sun rise, and
said: "When will it set again?" and
the sun sank not. And ! saw all the
people in holiday apparel, and | said:
"When will they put on working
mems garb again and delye 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 dc
they bury the dead of this great
city?" And | looked along by the
hills where II would be most beauti
full for the dead to sleep, and saw
castles and towers and battlements
but not n mausoleum, nor monu
ment. nor white slab could ! see
And | went INTO the great chapel ot
the town. and | said: "Where do tn,
poor worship? Where are tn,
benches ON which they sit?" And Q
voice answered; 1--WE have no pooi
i'm this great city" And / wandered
out seeking to find the place wher,
were the novels of the destitute, anC
found mansions of amber and ivory
and gold, but no tear did | see OF
sigh hear. | was bewildered. and
sat under the shadow of great tree
and l said: what am | and whenc,
comes all this?" And at that momen
there came from among the leaves
skipping up the flowery paths anC
across the sparkling waters, yer!
bright and sparkling group, anC
when I saw their step knew it, ano
when | heard their voices ! though
| knew them, but their apparel wa
so different from anything | had eve
seen bowed, a stranger Il
strangers. But after awhile, whel
they clapped their hands and shout
. ed: "Welcome! Welcomed" tn,
mystery was solved, and | saw tina
time had passed and that eternit!
had come and that God had gathered
us up into a higher home, and | said
"Are all here?" and the voices of in
Vulnerable generations answered
"All here" And while tears of glad
ness were raining down our cheek
. and the branches OF the Lebanon
. cedars were clapping their hands ant
the towers of the great city wer,
Ginning their welcome, we began Il
laugh and sing and leap and shout
, "Home! Home! Home!"
Mosquitoes ON n Rampage.
Word comes from Crisfeld, Md, o
the death of one man from an at