The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1901-10-25
Woman.
G.. M. in the New York Sun.


Woman is the greatest moral force on
earth. She is the helm of all things hui
man. She is at once the most insistent
and the most relevant thing in nature.
She is sunshine on holiday, balm OF
Gilead, strength in weakness, the pound
of sweetness to every ounce of sourness
in human life. She doubles the joys
and halves the griefs of every son OF
Adam.
She is the one thing needful, a per-
petually recurring comfort and consola-
tion, whip and spur to success, the
shadow of a great rock in weary land
The words Of her mouth are sweeter
than honey and smoother than butter in
a lordly dish. She is a rod and staff,
she is friend that sticketh closer than
a brother, she is as good news from far
country and as cold water to a thirsty
soul, her counsel is as the counsel Of
princes, her love is stronger than death,
her jealousy is as cruel as The grave, she
is pearl Of great price a helpmeet for
man, the star OF his hope and betimes
the nemesis Of his destiny.
She walks by faith and not by sight,
and her hand is the right hand of fellow
ship. Her face is the outward and visi-
BILE sign of an inward and spiritual grace !;
she is fair as the moon, clear as the sun
and terrible as an army with banners.
A light which never shone on sea or land
twinkles from her eyes, and like dew on
the gowan lying is the ia O. her fairy
feet. For her are wars, peace, fire and
sword. For her men spend their strength
in gathering gains, and for her men
spend their gains gathering strength
Thrones and dominions, principalities
and powers, have bowed.to her sway ;
she has crushed empires beneath her
feet; the proudest of the sons OF men
have on bended knee besought her
mercy.
She soothes the wrinkled brow of age
with her soft cafesses, she wipes the
death dew from the brow of the dying,
she performs thousand acts of grace
and gladness to friends and strangers
alike, she causes the widows heart to
sing for joy, she kisses away the tears of
the orphan. In the first flush of moth
erhood she is the envied of gods and
men and all angels, she is a thing of
divine beauty as she COOS and cuddles to
her breast her first born, the first born
among many brethren. Her heart
throbs and she weeps tears OF sorrow
DER the bed of suffering, her notes of
angel sweetness ascends to heaven as
she carols the yodlings of peace; they
find echo in the outmost depths of per-
dition as she calls her sons to go forth
beneath the banners of war
1t is hers to lift up the fallen, her way
is the way in which light dwelleth, she
unlooseth her sweet influences and the
hands of devildom are unbound Pub
lie policy, private happiness, domestic
peace-everything from a good con-
science to a good complexion attends up
on the will OF woman. She can quench
the purple fire of love by ladleful OF
lukewarm soup, the milk OF human kind
ness she can turn into curds and whey
by dish of bony potatoes and Monday
washday hash. Every mortal thing,
from law, logic, literature and the prop
er washing OF dishes, to science art, med
icine, and the fulfilment of prophecy, is
made either better or worse because OF
her. She is the genius of life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness which the
trainers of the Declaration of Independ-
ence declared to be the inalienable
rights of man. Her reign is forever and
ever. Her beauty knows no horizon
Her love knows no limit.