Samantha Among the Brethren, Complete
   "I have got this to say, Josiah Allen. The Meetin' House hain't a-actin' right about wimmen. The Founder of the Church wuz born of woman. It wuz on a woman's heart that His head wuz pillowed first and last. While others slept she watched over His baby slumbers and His last sleep. A woman wuz His last thought and care. Before dawn she wuz at the door of the tomb, lookin' for His comin'. So she has stood ever sense—waitin', watchin', hopin', workin' for the comin' of Christ. Workin', waitin' for His comin' into the hearts of tempted wimmen and tempted men—fallen men and fallen wimmen—workin', waitin', toilin', nursin' the baby good in the hearts of a sinful world—weepin' pale-faced over its crucefixion—lookin' for its reserection. Oh how she has worked all through the ages!"

   "Oh shaw!" sez Josiah, "some wimmen don't care about anythin' but crazy work and back combs."

   I felt took down, for I had been riz up, quite considerble, but I sez, reasonable:

   "Yes, there are such wimmen, Josiah, but think of the sweet and saintly souls that have given all their lives, and hopes, and thoughts to the Meetin' House—think of the throngs to-day that crowd the aisles of the Sanctuary—there are five wimmen to one man, I believe, in all the meetin' houses to-day a-workin' in His name. True Daughters of the King, no matter what their creed may be—Catholic or Protestant.

   "And while wimmen have done all this work for the Meetin' House, the Meetin' House ort to be honorable and do well by her."

   "Wall, hain't

    he

   ?" sez Josiah.

   "No,

    she

   hain't," sez I.

   "Wall, what petickuler fault do you find? What has

    he


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