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10 HOME-SICK FOR HEAVEN O, I’m home-sick for Heaven And the glory far away! For the Summer never-fading And the everlasting Day! kor the earth is worn and weary And I am weary, too. And I long to share the beauty And the bliss beyond the blue! O. I m home-sick for Heaven And the blessed shining shore Whitherto have fled my visions And the ones I loved of yore; Life’s ways are all so thorny And so hard to understsand I feel myself a stranger And an alien in the land. Yes, I’m home-sick for Heaven, For My Father’s House is there And I long to rest within it And to feel His kindly care; — I am houseless here and homeless But I have His promise true Os a dwelling place immortal In the bliss beyond the blue! National Association Opposed to Woman’s AN e cannot doubt the things credited to the feminists of the woman’s suffrage movement for I feel sure if they were not true there would have been already suits for damages filed by many of them; therefore I feel it is doing the really modest Christian women of the South service worth while to let them know just the real teachings of this growing band of thoughtless women. Hence the following: Washington, D. C., May 31. —Be- cause the New England Woman Suf frage Association, in its forty-seventh annual meeting, accused the anti-suf fragists of “the tactics of the pole cat when badly frightened,” the Na tional Association Opposed to Woman Suffrage is up in arms. “Is this ‘woodsy’ metaphor a fore taste of the amenities in which pol itical women will deal?” asks Mrs. A. N. George, of Brookline. Massachu setts, in a formal statement given out here this afternoon through the Washington headquarters of the anti organization. The story is that the New England woman suffragists passed a resolution at their meeting saying, “We denounce as a gross slander the charge of the anti-suffragists that equal suffrage means loose morals; and we protest A WOMAN’S APPEAL. To all knowing sufferers of rheumatism, whether muscular or of the joints, sciati ca, lumbagos, backache, pains in the kid neys or neuralgia pains, to write to her for a home treatment which has repeatedly cured all of these tortures. She feels it her duty to send it to all sufferers FREE. You cure yourself at home as thousands will testify—no change of climate being necessary. This simple discovery ban ishes uric acid from the blood, loosens the stiffened joints, purifies the blood and brightens the eyes, giving elasticity and tone to the whole system. If the above Interests you, for proof address Mrs. M. Summers, Box 570, South Bend. Ind. THE HOUSEHOLD A DBPABTMENT OF ITPIIISTOM FOB THOU WHO FEU AMD THINK. ARTHUR GOODENOUGH. Sufrage Up in Arms THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF JUNE 11, 1914 Ah, I’m home-sick for Heaven, — (There’s so much to fret me here For so many duties call me And the way seems never clear —) Where our follies and our failures And our faults are all forgot And the weary heart is rested And the wicked trouble not! Yes, I’m home-sick for Heaven On this drear November day, For the leaves are dead and falling And the skies are sadly gray!— And its never Fall in Heaven Neither winter any more, And the shadows never gather And the tempests never roar! So, I’m home-sick for Heaven Till God bids me to return From the country of my exile \nd an over-long sojourn;— For tho’ neither worth nor beauty In my presence men shall see He who notes the falling sparrow Will prepare a place for me! especially againsst their attributing to prominent women statements wihich those women have emphatically dis claimed. These are the tactics of the polecat when badly frightened.” In commenting on this, Mrs. George, the leading platform speaker among the antis, says: “This 'is perhaps the most extraor dinary resolution ever adopted by a public assemblage. Is this ‘woodsy’ metaphor a foretaste of the amenities in which political women will deal? These suffragists should not condemn their opponents, but they should has ten to withdraw from the suffrage plat form those who are preaching femin ism. The resolutions should be aim ed at the suffragist-feminists who are giving daily evidence of the tendency of the Younger Suffragists to work for ‘the socical revolution’ promised by Mrs. Harper-Cooley. A New York daily, under date of May 26, quotes the Secretary of the National Suffrage Association as defining Femi nism as ‘the rebellion against being ticketed and treated as somebody’s fe male relative.’ If this rebellion does not involve a social revolution, what does it promise? “Ellen Key and Dora Marsden are not anti-suffragists in the sense that they oppose woman suffrage. They look upon woman suffrage as a part of this social revolution. Elen Key pleads for the woman only as the mother of the child. Dora Marsden, in a pamphlet issued by the National Americaen Woman Suffrage Associa tion says: ‘The cult of the Suffragists takes its stand upon the weakness and dejectedness of the conditions of women .... Therefore, give them the means wherewtith they may be pro tected. Those of the cult of the Free Woman, however, while granting this in part, would go on to say “in spite of opposition, we fed within us the stirrings of new powers and of grow ing strength” .... The Free Wom an’s concern is to see to it that she shall be in a position to bear children if she wants them, without soliciting maintenance from any man, wherever lie may be.’ These Feminists are the logical suffragists, who have the in tellectual honesty to decdare that you can not change everything and leave everything unchanged, who seek the ‘ Social Revolution’ and acknowledge the means by which they will bring it about, and these means include, al though they may stop at —Woman Suffrage.” THOUGH LOVE BRING SORROW. Ah, dearest one, believe me, I fain would not deceive thee, So dearly do I love thee, I place no one above thee, I could not love thee more. Though saddest fate must sever Us on this earth forever; Though loving thee bring sorrow Through all my life’s tomorrow, — I would not love thee less. MARGARET A. RICHARD. . , ... ■ “EVEN A CUP OF WATER IN HIS NAME SHALL NOT BE FORGOTTEN. Dear Little Mother: I have your address from Miss Myrtle Jackson, who is a very dear friend of mine. I too am a shut-in and a great sufferer; have been all my life. I am not able to get out anywhere. Can only stand on my feet a little while at a time, only then by holding to something. 1 live in a tiny two-room cottage in the wood where the birds sing all day long; the green trees are all around me. Just now the dogwood blossoms are beautiful among the green leaves. 1 love to look out, and do so long to get out in the warm sunshine. I was born with afflicted feet; the joints in my feet are all out of place except two toes on each foot. I have a little boy who is a cripple too, and suffers a good deal at times. A dear Sunshine Lady sent him to John Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. The surgeons operated on his foot taking out part of the bone, and he is better, but still lame; his left foot and limb much smaller than the oth er. He will always be lame. My oldest son has recently had a hard spell of pneumonia. The doctor says his lungs are weak. Will you please publish this letter in the Golden Age, telling the dear readers I will be so glad of any help, either for myself, or boys. I have only the two I have spoken of. The older one is my help. When able, he is so good to wait on me and his brother. My husband is getting old and is not strong any snore. You can see we are in rather bad condition. I would be thankful for anything, as we are very poor in this world’s goods. I dearly love to piece quits and would be glad of pieces of any kind. Just for any of the family would be gladly received, second-hand clothing, socks, stock ings an apron, waist or anything we could use, and may God bless the giver. Very sincerely, MiRS. JOHN MASSEY. P. S. —Miss Myrtle Jackson will tell you about us and our doctor, A. D. Evans, Christiansburg, Va., will tell you just what our circumstances are. You can’t know how I hate to ask for help and would not do so were we not so very needy. May God bless your every effort to minister to his suffering children. Sincerely, MRS. J. M. Cambria, Va. REST. For we which have believed do enter into rest. Heb. 4:3. When far out we be On the wild pathless sea By fury of waves sorely pressed Nothing borne back could stay I For I sailed night and day Seeking a haven of rest; 1 A haven of safety and rest. But my mad voyage is o’er I shall toss nevermore On the foam of the wild billows’ spray For I’ve found it at last, And the breakers are past And I rest in Love’s beautiful bay- Sweetly rest in Love’s beautiful bay. Tho’ the storm-king outside, May reign far and wide And wildly the fierce billows play Soft waves evermore. Kiss the white shining shore That girdles Love’s beautiful bay, Yes girdles Love’s beautiful bay. * I Tho’ darkness may fall Like a soul-chilling pall On the waves of the water away The moon’s lambent beams And stars crystal gleams ‘ Shine over Love’s beautiful bay Yes, cover Love’s beautiful bay. O! bay of the blest My worn bark shall rest On thy fair peaceful bosom aly/ay, For the breakers are past And my anchor is cast Deep down in thy waters today; Safely cast in thy waters today. S. BURTON LUCAS. Cedar Key, Atscend Otie, Fla. WANTED—SALESMAN. Man to work high class educa tional proposition among best peo ple in Georgia, South Carolina or Florida. Start immediately. Write, giving references, to 0. M. Varley, 407 Austell Bldg., At lanta, Ga.