my father, with a smile that never left his
countenance even when he lay in his coffin. It was an eighty-six
years' smile--not the smile of inanimation, but of Christian courage
and of Christian hope. At the other end of the table was a beautiful,
benignant, hard-working, aged Christian housekeeper, my mother. She
was very tired. I am glad she has so good a place to rest in. "Blessed
are the dead who die in the Lord; they rest from their labors, and
their works do follow them."

FOOTNOTES:

[4] It may be hoped that the savage who administered it received the
attention of the Board of Education. A man so grossly unjust should be
in the Penitentiary.

WOMAN ENTHRONED.

"There are threescore queens."--SOLOMON'S SONG 6:8.

So Solomon, by one stroke, sets forth the imperial character of a true
Christian woman. She is not a slave, not a hireling, not a
subordinate, but a queen; and in my text Solomon sees sixty of these
helping to make up the royal pageant of Jesus. Crown and courtly
attendants and imperial wardrobe are not necessary to make a queen,
but graces of the heart and life will give coronation to any woman.
Woman's position is higher in the world than man's, and although she
has often been denied the right of suffrage, she always does vote, and
always will vote, by her influence, and her chief desire ought to be
that she should have grace rightly to rule in the dominion which she
has already won. My chief anxiety 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. I shall
enumerate some of those rights this morning.

I. In the first place, woman has the special and superlative right of
blessing and

COMFORTING THE SICK.

What land, what street, what house has not felt the smitings of
disease? Tens of thousands of sick-beds! What shall we do with them?
Shall man, with his rough hand and heavy foot and impatient bearing,
minister? No. He cannot soothe the pain. He cannot quiet the nerves.
He knows not where to set the light. His hand is not steady enough to
pour out the drops. He is not wakeful enough to be watcher. The Lord
God, who sent Miss Dix into the Virginia hospitals, and Florence
Nightingale into the Crimea, and the Maid of Saragossa to appease the
wounds of the battlefield, has equipped wife, mother, and daughter for
this delicate but tremendous mission.

You have known men who