Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1901-08-19

ward disgraceful apparel as they dare
go so as not to be arrested Of the police,
their behavior a sorrow tc the good
and a caricature Of the E;cious and an
insult to that God who made them wo-
men and not gOrgOnS, and tramping on
down through a frivolous and dissi-
pated life to temporal and eternal de-
structiOn? 0 woman, with the light
ming Of your soul strike dead at your
feet all these allurements to dissipa-
ton and to fashion! Your immortal
soul cannot be fed upon such garbage.
God calls you up to empire and dOmin-
ion. VIII you have it? Oh, give to God
your heart, give to God your best ener-
gies, give to God all your culture, give
to God all your refinement, give your
self to him for this world and the next!
Soon all these bright eyes Will be
quenched and these voices will be
husbed. 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. It will
be night, and there will come up a cold
wind from the Jordan, and you must
start. VIII it be a lone woman on q
come up in that hour and offer his
hand, and he will say, You stood by
me when you were well, now | will not
desert you when you are sick" One
wave Of his hand, and the storm will
drop; another wave of his hand. and
midnight shall break into midn0on,
and another wave of his hand. and the
chamberlains Of God will come down
from the treasure houses of heaven
with robes IustrOus. blood washed and
heaven glinted, in which you will ar
ray yourself for the marriage 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 Samuel 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.
Welcome Home.
One twilight after l had been play
ing with the children for some time I
lay down on the lounge to rest, and,
half asleep and half awake, l seemed
TO dream this dream: 1t seemed to me
that l was in a far distant land-not
Persia, although more oriental luXuri-
ance crowned the cities; nor the trop-
les. although more than tropical fruit
fulnass filled the gardens; nor Italy. al
though more than Italian sOftness fill
ed the air. And l wandered around,
looking for thorns and nettles. but I
found none Of them grew there. And
walked forth. and | saw the sun rise.
and | said. when viii it set again:"
And the syn sank not. And saw ali
the people in holiday apparel and |
said. when will they put on working
mans garb again and delve in the mine
and swelter al the forge:" But neither
the garments nor the robes did they
put off And | wandered in the sub
urbs, and said. 'Where do they bury
the dead Of this great city, And l
looked along by the hills where it
woGId be most beautiful for the dead .
to sleep and saw castles and towers .
and battlements, but not Il mauSOleum .
nor monument nor white slab could .
see. And | went into the great chapel
Of the town. and | said: Where do the
poor worship? Where are the benches
IN which they sit?' And a voice an
5Wered. I'VE have no poor in this great
city." And l wandered out. seeking to
ind the place where were the novels OF
he destitute, and l found mansions Of .
amber and ivory and gold, bat no tear
lid see or sigh hear.
yT-0S Iavc1 on1 I i7,,Ior, M .
shadow of great tree, and | said,
What am I and whence comes all
his" And at that moment there came
rom among the leaves, skipping up the
iOwery paths and across the sparkling
Il very bright and sparkling
group, and when saw their step knew
t. and when heard their voices thought
knew them, but their apparel was so
litferent from anything | had ever seen
bowed, stranger TO strangers. But
after awhile, when they clapped their
hands and shouted, welcome, vel
come"' the mystery was solved, and |
saw that time had passed and that
eternity had come and that God had
gathered US up into a higher home, and
said, Are all here?" And the voices
# iEnumerabI bic generations answered.
All here" And while tears of glad
less were raining down our cheeks and
he branches Of the Lebanon cedars
we're clapping their hands and the tow
RS Of the great city were Ginning their
Welcome we began to laugh and sing
md leap and shout, Home, home,
lomer
Copyright. 1901, Louis Klopsch, n. VI
Hail Caine and the Bible.
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