Columbia gazette., 1854-04-22

Irce from WrlnKieS; Wnen the now color
less cheek was flushed with the rose-tip
Of health and happiness. He remem
bered how carefully she guarded hi
helpless infancy, cheerfully bearing pri
vation, WEAKNESS and suffering for hi.
sake,-the gentle force with which sht
restrained him during the season o
headstrong, ,impetuous youth, the prouc
affection with which she marked the no.
bic development Of his manhood, and
the deep, strong, deathless love with
which all his life long she had covered
him as with garment. And to him
now, in the pride and vigor Of his man
hood, even her grey hairs were beautiful.
Nor hers !alone,-but every head which
age had silvered Ger, was reverenced
for her sake. @
In this busy, bustling age Of the world
when the accumulation of wealth, and
the passion for public honors engross 50
large share Of men'stime and thoughts,
reverence for the old is in danger of be-
ing accounted an old fashioned duty to
be laid aside with hoops and furbelows,
powdered wigs, and silvered knee-buck-
les. The command, "Honor thy father
and mother" which to many minds sa-
ycrs too strongly Of things beyond the
food to claim present obedience, is as
binding now as on the day God uttered
it from Sinai. Even in the absence of
a direct command, every high and noble
sentiment Of mans nature prompts him
to yield to his mother the homage Of .
love, if not as deep and tender, at least
as pure and changeless as her own.
"To me grey hair is beautiful. My
mothers hair is grey" The words we're
few, and simple enough, but they re-
vealed much I thought how it would
have quickencd the mothers languid
pulses, and how the weary heart, now
almost home,- would have leaped with
JOY, had they fallen on her ears. In
voluntarily, as it were, the man whom
the world called great, had offered this
tribute of flial affection, and expressed
his reverence for the "crown of glory"
which grey hairs become to those who
are found in the paths Of righteousness.
Many q mother lives, whose grey
hairs have. no beauty in the eyes Of her
children, and claim no reverence from
those for whose welfare she would cheer
fully pour out her hearts blood. Many
a mothers love is repaid by unkindness
and ingratitude. Many an hour of wea-
risome toll and patient watching meets
no other recompense than deeds, the
knowledge Of which wiring her faithful
heart with anguish. Yet through all
the misfortunes, even through the dis
honor of her children, her love knows
no variableness. Her sympathy is given
though unsought, it is not forced upon
the attention, but its soothing power is
felt. In the silent night watches, her
tears flow for them, unbidden, and her
voice goes up in supplication that he
who never slumbers will watch over and
comfort them. In their presence her
heart is never weary Of planning, nor
her hand Of executing sweet Offices of
affection; and in their absence the arms
of her love are ever around them, and
the incense of her prayers in their be-
half raises continually before the Eternal
one. A mothers love |!
"There is none
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
OF deep, strong, deathless love, save
that within eo p. 2
A mothers heart.o sI4
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D1voRcEs.-Judge Monson, Of the
District Court, San Francisco, has taken
a decided stand in the case of divorce.
He does not intend to allow parties to