The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1915-03-05
Woman on a Pedestal.


hers are the sacred dead.
She is the most relevant thing in
nature. She is as sunshine on y
holiday, Balm O Gilead, strength in
weakness.
She is as a full moon in harvest
perpetually recurring comfort and
eonsolation; as cold water to
thirsty soul and as the shadow of
a great rock in a weary land.
She is rod and staff, friend
that sticketh closer than brother,
the eternal feminine that draws men
BY a single hair.
The words of her mouth are sweet
er than honey and smoother than
butter in a lordly dish; she is q
heaven-born apparition, sent to be
An earth-worn ornament-a help
meet given that men may know what
God in woman can beStow.
She is all things to all men-Lot's
wife, Miriam with her harp, Ruth in
the cornfield, Rebecca at the WE'LL
Hagar in the desert, Mary at the
Sepulchre. She is Cleopatra, Helen
Boadicea, Lucretia, Borgia, Florence
Nightingale, Mother Bickerdy>o.
Grace Darling, Jenny Geddes, Annie
Laurie, Bonnie Jean, Victoria Queen
Commune, Emmeline Pankhurst.
She is heaven and hell incarnated.
Her love is eternal, her hate is i'm
mortal, her instinct passes the wis
dom of men, her reason the wit OF
sages, her counsel is as the counsel
Of princes.
She is fair as the moon, clear as
the sun, terrible as any army with
banners, and like dew Oh the gowan,
is the fa' O. her fair feet.
Thrones, dominions, principalties
anu lowers have bowed to her sway,
she has crushed empires beneath her
feet, the proudest of the sons of men
have craved life at her hands.
She suffers long and is kind: she
suffers briefly and is cruel. She en-
vies not: she is filled with jealously.
She vaunts not herself; she displays
her charms. She is not puffed up;
she cackles. She does not behave
unseemingly; she behaves herself un-
becomingly. She seeks not her own;
she fights to the death for that which
is hers. She thinks no evil; she sus-
poets the circumspect. She rejoices
not in iniquity; she finds JUNCTION in
scandal. She rejoices in the truth;
she is the high priestess of evasion.
She bears all things, she believes all
things. She hopes all things; she
never fails.
She is strenuous and dilatory,
strong and weak, resolute and IRE
soiute, determined and vacillating,
earnest and unearnest, vigorous and
aebile, ardent and cold, bold and
fearful and energetic and feeble,
vehement and emasculate.
She is love and hate, affection,
and hatred, attachment and dislike
passion and ice, devotion and
estrangement, benevolence and un-
kindness, charity and uncharitable-
ness. kindness and malice.
She is loyalty and insurgency, fidel-
ity and unfaithfulness, allegience
and treason, obedience and rebel
truth and falsity.
In the first blush of motherhood
she is the envied of gods and all
angels; she is thing of divine beau
ty as she cuddles to her breast her
firstborn to be a Christ, or a crimi-
nal; Judas, or a Justus; a Cassius,
or a Caesar; Booth, or a Lincoln.
To be Moses, or Machiavelli; a
Goliah or David; Burns or a
bibbler; a Cagliostro, or a Chitchton;
Shakespeare, or suffragist; a
preacher or panderer; a reformer
or renegade; man 2r manikin.
Her reign is foreve,ss.nd ever; her
kingdom is without &geginning of
days or end of nights; she is from
everlasting to everlasting and the
same yesterday, today and tomorrow.
She walks by faith and not by
sight and her hand is the right hano
of fellowship. Nature made men
made woman when she was a mistress
Of her heart. She is the last and
the best of all created things, and
all angels and all furies are drawn
in her image. Her love is stronger
than death, her jealousy cruel as
the grave, her hate needs no added
bitterness, her sorrow is sorrows
crown.
For darlings who triumph in the
battles of peace, she weaves gar
lands, those of Helios; for them she
is all smiles and woman-w wtchery;
for her heroes who go forth beneath
the banners of war and return TO
her breast, borne upon many bloody
shield, she is transfgured. A light
that never shone on sea or land il
Eliminates her face with a glory glow,
that God or man, or angel, never
knew. There lies her diadem of
motherhood who gave his life ran
som for many; a purple testament
OF blood-red war. She hears again
the tumult and the shouting, the
earthquake-shout of victory, and as