Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1901-04-21

meet, co-worker, companion and con- forter.
 They talk about a woman's sphere, As though it had a limit
 There's not place in earth or heaven, There's not a task to mankind given, There's not a blessing or a woe,
 There's not a whispered yes or no, There's not a life or death or birth That has a feathers weight of worth Without a woman in it.
 But what is the mission of the New Woman" of today? There is nothing wild or disturbing in her steady ad without her; Hero and Juliet; Lissette umph, and betrays no mean vanity. Steadfast to her duty, bold against tyranny, faithful to her own, tender as love and resolute as hate, she never falters in her self-elected path, nor turns her back upon the martyrdom suggested as her fate. No sentiment of pity, no dread of her melted work, no trucking to the living powers, no forgetfulness of dead love Wise in counsel, firm in purpose, astute in deed, though it cost her life, she will please the soul she ought to please and let the rest go by. Standing as close as the guardian angel in the dreams of the young acolyte-sweet, chaste, and entrancing ever, she gathers up the prayers of her people as the sun gathers the dew from the white fieeces streWn on the earth and none shall feel desolate or abandoned while the fire burns on her altars and her sacrifices are duly made. In her fidelity and her love, in her matchless charm and beauty, in her grace and dignity and queenly splendor, in her feminine supremacy, she will live for ever as a type whose perfection is the crowning virtue of her sex.
 We are living in new age, and the newly risen sun smiles upon us with every promise of grand and glorious future. The hundred years lie before us with their wealth of golden opportunities and possibilities hidden in the treasure vaults of the future awaiting the secret spring which shall unlock their coveted mvs- rerles. Mankind still gropes in blind k the lash of falsehood before pollut ed shrine, where error sits enthroned Ill the gloom of the black night of ignorance. he twinkling stars. faint heralds of aa Intellectual dawn, look quietly down upon the scene. Upon the distant hill-teo We see humanity's minority toilins, suffering, to free the beautiful goddess of Truth. who has been for cons upon the scaffold bound by superstition's brazen chains. Upon her brow rests the crown of eternal love- and the smile or patience lights up her sweet face tier eyes are turned towards the orient. watching for the first gray stfeaks ofthe gently dawn when she shall be free. Free How the word thrills the hearts of those Who have so long labored for the emancipation of the human race from the thralldom of ignorance. Yes trntb Will De 1ree. The scaffold will become throne, and this fair goddess of life forever free through the power of love, will be mankinds worsbinned queen.
 The night is passing. Yet a few more moments and we shall witness the daWnlng of that glad day whose soideh sun or knowledge will ever gild the eastern skies and whose lone eray shadows will eternally kiss the west ern hills. And it will be a reign of peace In the forest the black cannon VIII moulder and rust; it's tbundnrine Noice Will die in silence; it's iron mouth be buried in the dust, The myrtle the cypress, and the ivy will
 
 weave shroud of green and enrooa IL over the erumbling emblem of death. Perched upon the broken wheel little bird twitters it's song of peace all day long. Back into tba darkness of oblivion We will cbaso every phantom of error and their oead memories will sleep in the mute ana volceless cemeteries of the naet Over their silent graves we will eroot no monuments and strew no howorc We pray there may be no resurrection Tor their fleshless bones and dustv mQmmies. We will live in briabto. ase-the Golden Age of the tventiotb century, and We will be living in tba fuIl blaze and splendor of the roman. tle and entrancing visions of the vanished past
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