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

! 10 the D3-IOt DOX, ana you drop your
vote. Right after you comes a libertine
or a sot, the offscouring of the street,
and he drops his vote, and his vote
! counteracts yours But if in the quiet
! of home life q daughter by her Chris
! tan Gemeanor. wife by her industry,
a mother ny her faithfuIness, casts a
| vote IL the right direction then nothing
! can resist it, and the influence Of that
vote will throb through the eternities.
| ygoman's Great Right.
! My chief anxiety, then, is not that
woman have other rights accorded her,
but that she by the grace of God rise
up to the appreciation of the glorious
rights she already possesses. 1 shall
only have time to speak of one grand
and all absorbing right that every wo
man has. and that is to make home
happy That realm no one has ever
disputed with her. Men may come
home 1T noon or at night, and they tar
ry Z comparatively little while, but she
all day long governs it, beauties it,
sanctities it. It is within her power to
make it the most attractive place on
earth. L is the only calm harbOr in
this world. You know as well as l do
that this outside world and the bust
ness world is 4 long scene of jostle and
contention. The man who has 4 dollar
struggles to keep it; the man who has
it not struggles to get it. Prices up.
Prices down. Losses. Gains. Misrep-
reservations. GOugingS. UnderSelling.
Buyers depreciating; statesmen eXag-
gerating. Tenants seeking less rent;
landlords demanding more. Gold fid-
getty. Struggles about Office. Men who
are in trying to keep in; men out try
ing to get in. Slips, tumbles. Defalca-
tons. Panics. Catastrophes. o W0m-
an. thank God you have q home and
that you may be queen in it! Better be
there than wear q queens cOrOnet.
Better be there than carry the purse Of
q princess. Your abode may be humble,
but you can by your faith in God and
your cLeerfulness of demeanor gid it
with spIend0rs such as an uphoIsterer's
hand never yet kindled.
There are abodes in the city-humble,
two stories. four plain unpapered
rooms, undesirable northumberland
vet there is a man here today who
would die on the threshold rather than
surrender it. Why? It is home. When
ever 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 posi-
ton, and they may have an af1luent
residence, but they will not until their
dying day forget that humble roof I'M
der which their father rested and thei-
mother sang and their sisters played.
Oh, if you would gather up al tender
memories. all the lights and shades of
the heart, all banquetngs and reun-
ions, all flial, fraternal, paternal anu
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 ont in those -four living CAPT
tails, H-O-M-E.
Queen o. the Re.>Im.
What right does woman want that is
grander than to be queen IL such
realm? Why, the eagles Of heaven can
not fly across that dominion. Horses,
painting and with lathered tanks, are
not swift enough to run to the outpost
Of that realm. They say that the sun
never sets upon the British empire, but
I 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 ma
ton 5 anathema, but she who is queen
in q home Will never lose her throne,
and death itself will only be the an
neXatiOn of heavenly municipalities.
When you want to get your grandest
idea Of 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 4 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,
soothing your petty griefs, correcting
your childish WayWardness, joining in
your infantile sports, listening to your
evening prayers, toiling for you with
needle or at the spinning wheel and on
cold nights wrapping you up snug and
warm. And then at last on that day
when she 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 pray
ar that commended 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 can
not think Of her now without,a rush OF
that stirs the deep founda-