Columbia gazette., 1854-04-22
MiSCELLANY.i
MY MOTHERS HAIR Is GREY;

NJ 4 MOTHER'S HAIR is GREY.
l"One lamp-thy mothers love-ami,
l. the stars g Vsgsssss ,e-b
| Shall lift its pure fame changeless, ant
! before s8His9E3i eJoisl'sE . =.
The throne of God burn through eter
nifty g eHa. aai e agl@
Ioly-as it was lit and lent thee here. ,
/ Pardon me, Miss Edwards, I canno
agree with you. To me grey hair j.
beautiful. My mothers hair, is grey.n
A deep silence followed these words
The low, Fearnest, reverential tone il
which they were spoken had impressed
the gaycst of that gay young group.
The speaker had numbered more thar
forty years. He was above the medium
height, his frame indicating vigor and
manly strength, rather than grace o,
beauty. The face, though far from
handsome, at once inspired both conf.
dence and respect It's ordinary express
sion was grave, smiles rarely visited it.
but when they came, the effect was like
bright beam Of sunshine in a shady
(placc. Around the broad, high brow,
clustered graceful curls of dark, brown
hair. The contour of the head was, sin
gularly beautiful, and more than re-
deemed the plainness Of the face. He
was man Of great moral and mental
power, to whom his acquaintances look
up with admiration that was little short
of reverance. By the magic of his elo.
quence he could swaya listening multi.
tude as the leaf-burdened branches Of
the forest trees are swayed by the winds
of heaven. He had an enyiabls rcpu-
tatlon asa man of learning, and he was
one of the blessed few o,-,s
-Who gain the book To knoso
Nor buy the knowledge with the heart. y
| His influence was felt in the political
| world. Offices of honor and emolu-
ment were pressed upon him. and he
had but to listen to the promptings Of
ambition to scale the dizziest heights Of
l n ego =
popular favor. He was the poor mans
friend. The widow and the orphan
never claimed his sympathy in vain.
Kind words, which cost the giver moth
ing, and kinder deeds, which are the
true measures of bencvolence, Sd.
e'Fell from him noiseless as the snow >,
and made glad the hearts Of the needy.
! He knew the "names of Husband
and of Father" The brightest orna-
ments of the modest cottage where he
had set up his household gods, were his
beautiful sweet-voiced vic, and a group
OF fair haired children, who clustered
like olive plants around his table. His
absence from home was like the with
drawal of light from the loving house.
hold Of which he was the head; his pres
ence when he returned, seemed to them
| ''to brighten light,
And give back sunshine with an added
glow" -. -, ...l-r -
lie was a Christian-not by profession
only, but in deed and truth. His reli-
gion was not a dead letter; matter Of
mere formal belief, and more formal
practice, but a living active principle
which regulated, all his actions. He
did not wear it Ikea Sunday coat, to
be laid upon the shelf at the going down
OF the sun, but he wore it through the
week, in the hurry of business, and the
pursuit Of pleasure, in the house, and by
the way. -,
| That which more perhaps than any,
thing else, gave grace and beauty to his
character, was the love he bore his
mother, the watchfd care with which he
smoothed the path Of her declining years,
his unwearied devotion to her comfort.
and the reverence with which be always
spoke Of her. ''.I -. D'i.'i !. s,
"To me grey hair is beautiful. Ny
mothers hair is grey" He could re-
member when that same grey hair was
dark and glossy as g 9 ravens plume
when the calm pale brow it shaded was