Milford chronicle., 1901-08-23
VOL. XIV. NO. rs. WHOLE NUMBER, 1910

undesirable neighborhood, and yet there |
is man here today who would die on the |
threshold rather than surrender it. Why2 |
1t is home. Whenever he thinks of it he |
sees angels of God lowering around it. |
The ladders of heaven are let down to |
this house Over the child's rough crib |
there are the chantings Of angels, as |
those that sounded over Bethlehem. 1t is /
home These children may come up after |
awhile, and they may win high position, |
and they may have an afliuent residence, |
but they will not until their dying day |
forget that humble roof under which |
their father rested and their mother sang
and their sisters played. Oh, if you would
gather up all tender memories, all the
lights and shades Of the heart, all ban
quetings and reunions, all flial, fraternal,
paternal and conjugal affections, and you
had only just four letters to spell out that
height and depth and length and breadth
/ and magnitude and eternity of meaning,
! you would. with streaming eyes and
/ trembling voice and agitated hand, write
it out in those four living capitals,
| HOME.
What right does woman want that is
/ grander than to be queen in such
realm? Why, the eagles of heaven can
not fly across that dominion. Horses,
| painting and with lathered fanks are not
| swift enough to run to the outpost Of
| that realm. They say that the sun never
/ sets upon the English empire, but | have
\ to tell you that on this realm of woman's
/ influence eternity never marks any
| bound. Isabella fed from the Spanish
| throne pursued by the nations anathe-
{ ma. but she who is queen in a home will
never lose her throne, and death itself
| will only be the annexation of heavenly
] principalities.
| The Most QueenIy Woman.
When you want to get your grandest
idea Of a queen, you do not think Of
| Catherine of Russia, or of Anne of Eng
land, 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 opposite your father at
| the table, or walked with him arm in
arm down life's pathway, sometimes to
| the thanksgiving banquet, sometimes to
the grave, but always together-sooth-
ing your petty griefs, correcting your
childish waywardness, joining in your
infantile sports, listening to your even
ing prayers, toiling for you with needle,
or at the spinning wheel. and on cold
nights wrapping you up snug and warm.
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 COM
mcnded you to God. whom she had taught
you to trust-oh, she was the queen!
The chariots of God came down to fetch
her, and as she went in all heaven rose
up. You cannot think of her now with
out n rush of tenderness that stirs the
deep foundations 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 tenderly 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 council
men and sheriffs and constables and
mayors and presidents. To make one
such grand woman as have described
how many thousand would you want of
those people who 90 in the round of god
lessness and fashion and dissipation, dis
; tOrting their body and going as far to-
ward disgraceful apparel as they dare sc
so as not to be arrested of the police
, their behavior a sorrow to the good ard a
caricature of the vicious and an insult
J to that God who made them women and
! not gorgOns, and tramping on, dowr
through a frivolous and dissipated life, t.
I, temporal and eternal destruction. Oh
woman, with the lightning of your sou
strike dead at your feet all these allure
ments to dissipation and TO fashion
Your immortal soul cannot be fed upOI
+ such garbage. God calls you up to EN-
i pire and dominion. Will you have it
t Oh, give to God your heart, give to Coo
). your best energies, give to God all you
v culture, give to God all your refinement
It give yourself to him for this world anC
>. the next. Soon all these bright eyes will
@ be quenched and these voices will b.
It hushed For the last time you will lOol
e upon this fair earth; fathers hand, moth
It er's hand. sisters hand, child's hand, vii
It be no more in yours. 1t will be night
} and there will come up a cold wind fron
u the Jordan, and you must start. Will
n be lone woman on trackless moor
It All, no, Jesus will come up in that hOu
lie and offer his hand. and he will say, 'Yo
If stood by me when you were well; now
ID will not desert you when you are sick.
N One wave of his hand, and the storm wi
a drop, and another wave of his hand an
Of midnight shall break inJo midnoon, an
Id another wave of bis hand and the chan
ne berlains of God will come down from th
~ | treasure houses of heaven with rohf
nc lustrOus, blood washed and heaven gln
a ed, in which you will array yourself Il
the marriage supper of the Lamb. An
then with Miriam, who struck the tin
II. brel by the Red sea, and with pebOra
RS who led the Lords host into the figh
70 and with Hannah. who gave her Samu
ir TO the Lord, and with Mary. who rockG
he Jesus to sleep while there were ange
IN. singing in the air. and with Florent
as Nightingale, who bound up the batt
he wounds of the Crimea, you will, from Il
W chalice of God, drink to the souls etc
at nal rescue.
~ The Beautiful Home Above.
n5 One twilight, after I had been playil
'4 with the children for some time, ! i
10 down on the lounge to rest, and, hg