Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-05-18
Honor thy Parents.

Gratitude is q principal ingredient in
filial affection. It often reveals itself in
the most striking manner, when parents
moulder in the dust. It induces obedi-
ence to their precepts. and tender love for
their memory.
How beautifully these sentiments are
illustrated by the following two incidents:
A little boy was once passing :he orna-
mental garden Of rich man. He was
observed to look earnestly and wistfully at
some sprouts that were terminating on the
trunk of an old poplar. On. being asked
what he wanted. he said, tiny mother low
ed flowers and every green living thing.
She has been dead two years, yet have
never planted one where she sleeps.
was just thinking how pretty enc Of these
would look there"
The gentleman kindly gave him rose
bush and the fresh wand of a weeping viii.
low. Then the poor little fellow lifted up
his streaming eyes, and gave thanks, in a
broken voice, for himself and fcr.his dear,
dead mother.
As stranger went into the churehyard
ola pretty village, he beheld three children
at newly made grave. A boy about ten
years of age was busily engaged in pla-
ciug plants Of turf about it, whilst girl
who appeared year or two younger, held
IN her apron few roots Of wild flowers
The third child still younger, was sitting
on the grass, watching with thoughtful
look, the movements OF the other two.-
They wore pieces of Grape on their straw
hats, and few other signs of mourning,
such as were worn by the poor who strug-
gle between their poverty and Affections.
The girl soon began planting some Of
her wild flowers around the head Of the
grave when the stranger addressed them
"Whoss grave is this, children, about
which you are 80 busily engaged"
"Mother's grave, sir" said the boy.
''And did your father send you to place
those flowers around your mothers grave?'
"No sir; father lies here too, and little
Willy, and sister jane"
"When did they die 7"
"Mother was buried sfortnighi yester-
day, sir, but father died last winter; they
all lie here"
"Then who told you to do thisf'
"Nobody, sir" replied the girl.
"Why then do you do ="
They appeared at loss for an answer,
but the stranger looked so kindly on them,
that at length the eldest replied, as the
tears started into his eyes, 30 we did love
them so I"
"Then you put these green turfs and
wild flowers around where your parents
are laid, because you loved them!
"Yes sir, they eagerly replied.
What can be more beautiful than such
an exhibition of children honoring the
memory of departed parents! Reader ARE
you an orphan ? never forget the dear pa.
rents who loved and cherished you in your
infant days, Ever remember their pa
rental kindness. Honor their memory by
doing those things which you know would
please them were they now alive, by Q
particular regard for their dying COM
mands; by initiating their virtues and pi-
ETY.. and by cassying on their plans ofuse.
fitness. Are your parents still spared to
you ever treat them as You will wish you
had done, when you stand Q lonely orphan
at their graves. How will a remembrance
| of kind and affeelionaie conduct towards
those departed friends, thon help TO scothe
J your grief and hsal your wounded heart