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Article EARLY HISTORY OF AMERICAN FREEMASONRY, ONCE MORE. ← Page 5 of 5 Article WOMAN'S RIGHTS. Page 1 of 1 Article THE ANGEL MINISTERS. Page 1 of 6 →
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Early History Of American Freemasonry, Once More.
advantage of the lodges and brethren in general . N . B . —The several intervening festivals of the Saint John not mentioned before , has been all celebrated in clue manner and form . " ( To be continued . )
Woman's Rights.
WOMAN'S RIGHTS .
It is her right to bind Avith warmest ties , The lordly spirit of aspiring man , Making his home an earthly paradise , Rich iu all joys allotted to life ' s span ; Twining around each fibre of his heart , With all the gentle influence of love ' s might , Seeking no joy Avherein he has no part—This is undoubtedly—a woman ' s right !
It is her right to teach the infant mind , Training it ever upwards in its course , To root out evil passions that Avould bind The upAvard current of his reason ' s force ; To lead the erring spirit gently back , When it has sunk in gloom of deepest _ night ; _ To point the shining path of virtue ' s track , And urge him forward . This is woman ' s right .
It is her right to soothe the couch of pain ; There her pure mission upon earth to prove , To calm Avith gentle care the frenzied brain , Ancl keep her vigil there of holiest love , To Avatch untiring by the lonely bed , Through the bright clay , ancl in the solemn night , 'Till health ensues , or the loved form is laid To rest for ever . This is woman ' s right .
She is a flower that blossoms best , unseen . Sheltered Avithin the precincts of her home ; There , should no dark ' ning storm-cloud intervene , There the loud strife of workllines never
come . Let her not scorn to act a woman ' s part , Nor strive to cope Avith manhood in its might ; But lay this maxim closely to her heart—That Avhich God ordains is surely rig ht , Mrs , Rebeltah Hyneman .
The Angel Ministers.
THE ANGEL MINISTERS .
A STORY OP 1 ! EAL LIFE . BY JEFFERSON . "Why come not spirits from the realms of glory , To visit earth as in the days of old , The times of sacred writ and ancient story ? Is Heaven more distant ? Or has earth grown cold ?
" I have seen angels by the sick one ' s pillow : Their ' s was the soft tone and the soundless tread ; AA'here smitten hearts were drooping like the willow , They stood 'between the weeping and the dead . ' " There have been angels in the gloomy prison ; In crowded halls ; by tho lone widow ' s hearth ; And where they passed the fallen have uprisen ,
The giddy paused , tho mourner's hope had birth . " " That Avas a painful sight Ave saw today , " said my friend , Dr . Herbert , as Ave passed doAvn the steps of the Louisville Hotel , just after dinner on a hot day in June .
" Indeed it was , " Ave responded Avith the deepest feeling , for tbe scene bad impressed us Avith a sorrow of heart , such as Ave had not felt for years .
We had been that morning at the St . Joseph ' s Hospital , where among many cases AVO had looked in upon , Ave had been led to the room of a lady whose wan cheeks ancl sad spirits had stricken us both Avith the deepest feelings of pity and sympathy . Bher bedside sat continually a sweet
fairy hairedlittle daughter of some nine summers , who seemed unwilling to leave her for a moment . Like an angel eliminating from the etherial life , she held her position on the side of the bed , and looked out of her clear blue eyes at the almost dying one
, affectionately smoothing her hair and kissing her , and speaking cheerful Avords , as angel-child only can to its mother . The sick woman Avas her own clear mother and for several weeks had she been confined
to her bed in that hospital , the victim of a cruel typhoid fever . The mystic death cloud had almost gathered over her , and tbe dreary monotony of the long , dismal clays ancl nights , which she had spent in that gloomy room , had Avell nigh crazed her brainand in her weak and helpless
con-, dition she felt , if it was not for her little angel , Nettie , she would have taken it as a pleasure-dream to have passed on to the land of death , whatever that mysterious land might inflict upon her ,
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Early History Of American Freemasonry, Once More.
advantage of the lodges and brethren in general . N . B . —The several intervening festivals of the Saint John not mentioned before , has been all celebrated in clue manner and form . " ( To be continued . )
Woman's Rights.
WOMAN'S RIGHTS .
It is her right to bind Avith warmest ties , The lordly spirit of aspiring man , Making his home an earthly paradise , Rich iu all joys allotted to life ' s span ; Twining around each fibre of his heart , With all the gentle influence of love ' s might , Seeking no joy Avherein he has no part—This is undoubtedly—a woman ' s right !
It is her right to teach the infant mind , Training it ever upwards in its course , To root out evil passions that Avould bind The upAvard current of his reason ' s force ; To lead the erring spirit gently back , When it has sunk in gloom of deepest _ night ; _ To point the shining path of virtue ' s track , And urge him forward . This is woman ' s right .
It is her right to soothe the couch of pain ; There her pure mission upon earth to prove , To calm Avith gentle care the frenzied brain , Ancl keep her vigil there of holiest love , To Avatch untiring by the lonely bed , Through the bright clay , ancl in the solemn night , 'Till health ensues , or the loved form is laid To rest for ever . This is woman ' s right .
She is a flower that blossoms best , unseen . Sheltered Avithin the precincts of her home ; There , should no dark ' ning storm-cloud intervene , There the loud strife of workllines never
come . Let her not scorn to act a woman ' s part , Nor strive to cope Avith manhood in its might ; But lay this maxim closely to her heart—That Avhich God ordains is surely rig ht , Mrs , Rebeltah Hyneman .
The Angel Ministers.
THE ANGEL MINISTERS .
A STORY OP 1 ! EAL LIFE . BY JEFFERSON . "Why come not spirits from the realms of glory , To visit earth as in the days of old , The times of sacred writ and ancient story ? Is Heaven more distant ? Or has earth grown cold ?
" I have seen angels by the sick one ' s pillow : Their ' s was the soft tone and the soundless tread ; AA'here smitten hearts were drooping like the willow , They stood 'between the weeping and the dead . ' " There have been angels in the gloomy prison ; In crowded halls ; by tho lone widow ' s hearth ; And where they passed the fallen have uprisen ,
The giddy paused , tho mourner's hope had birth . " " That Avas a painful sight Ave saw today , " said my friend , Dr . Herbert , as Ave passed doAvn the steps of the Louisville Hotel , just after dinner on a hot day in June .
" Indeed it was , " Ave responded Avith the deepest feeling , for tbe scene bad impressed us Avith a sorrow of heart , such as Ave had not felt for years .
We had been that morning at the St . Joseph ' s Hospital , where among many cases AVO had looked in upon , Ave had been led to the room of a lady whose wan cheeks ancl sad spirits had stricken us both Avith the deepest feelings of pity and sympathy . Bher bedside sat continually a sweet
fairy hairedlittle daughter of some nine summers , who seemed unwilling to leave her for a moment . Like an angel eliminating from the etherial life , she held her position on the side of the bed , and looked out of her clear blue eyes at the almost dying one
, affectionately smoothing her hair and kissing her , and speaking cheerful Avords , as angel-child only can to its mother . The sick woman Avas her own clear mother and for several weeks had she been confined
to her bed in that hospital , the victim of a cruel typhoid fever . The mystic death cloud had almost gathered over her , and tbe dreary monotony of the long , dismal clays ancl nights , which she had spent in that gloomy room , had Avell nigh crazed her brainand in her weak and helpless
con-, dition she felt , if it was not for her little angel , Nettie , she would have taken it as a pleasure-dream to have passed on to the land of death , whatever that mysterious land might inflict upon her ,