Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-06-25

women of Israel In the song of triumph
| over the fallen hosts of Egypt; the women
| and children sang patriotic songs as the
warriors went forth to battle; 1t was the
| brave soldiers crown of joy on his return
| from battle to catch the strains of music as
| his wife or mother or sweetheart chanted
| his deeds of valor on the field of battle In
| this temple of worship the larger place in
| the service was given to psalm singing, ac-
! conpan!ed by every known instrument of
music. Then, in the home, mother, wife
and maid made daily melody. Tongue
hand forget its cunning, but these home
memories and melodies could not be for
gotten.
This IS mere sentiment, you say. Well,
so let it be. Well may we cultivate such
sentiment. Our American home, hallowed
! with its sweet and abiding memories and
melodies, is our mightiest national bulwark.
In it are nuItured both religion and patriot
ism. Civil and religious liberty are both
secure while the sanctity of our home
Such home life makes Christian patriots,
and while the fire of Christian patriotism
burns brightly, however great our sorrows
or dire our calamities, We are safe. In our
hour of need a Washington, a Sheridan, a
Lee a Grant, Mckinley or Roosevelt
will be found 70 lead US on to glorious VIC
tory! We may chant wall Of sorrow IN
the night time, but when the morning
dawneth we shall raise the glad anthem OF
glorious and eternal victory.
Weeping may endure for a night, but JOY
cometh In the morning" The Christian
home is the factory where our boys and
girls are nodded into heroic men and "om-
en- and the home memories and melodies
ever linger with US like the aroma of the
crushed flower or the memory OF happy
dream. The heroes are not all on the bat
tlefeld.
In that appalling disaster In the burning
of the Iroquois Theater in Chicago occurred
an incident which shows that the day OF
chivalric heroism is not thing OF the past
It's the one bright spot in that dark gay
terrible tragedy When men, frenZied with
pain and fear, and forgetting their man
hood. crushed to death beneath their cruel
feet HELPLESS women and children. young
man. son of Methodist minister. rushed
to one of the closed exits and burst 1t open.
But there was no stairway on the OUTSIDE.
Across a narrow alley men were WORKING
on a half-tin.shed building Throw over
observation-disclosures more yet, until
br,dgc vas formed to this half-hnished
building Then he called out; This way 10
escape; let the women and children come
With srperhuman strength he lifted up one,
two five ten fifteen twenty-thirty-four
fve-but the furious flames leaped upon him
and bore him down. Still he cried: This
way to escape; let the women and children
come" Loving hands carried him TO the
hospital Mother and aunt kept silent vigil
while the dark hours dragged by. About
dawn he opened his swollen eyes and
smiled. Mother. I'm so happy" he whs-
pered. Why my darling boy, do you know
you may not live" "Oh. yes, mother, but
I'm so happy so happy. Some get their
chance at sixty, some at forty, but l got
mine at twenty" The bright sun arose
that morning and looked sadly down on
that sorrowing city. Silently mother and
aunt still kept vigil. but 1t was the vigil
over the dead. 1t was home like that for
which poor, captive Israel sighed that made
the hero of that hour.
Let my tongue cleave to the roof Of my mouth
If forget thee, Jerusalem,
If prefer not thee above my chief joy" Amen.