The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-02-08

" To me grey hair is beautiful. NV moth
or's hair is grey" lie could rene n6er
when that same grey hair was dark and CLOS
sy as a ravens plume-when the calm pale
brow II shaded was free from wrinkles -
when the now colorloss check was flushed
with the rosc-tint Of health and happiness. =
lie remembered how carefllly she guarded
his helpless infancy, cheerfully bearing pri-
walton, weariness and suffering for his sake
the gentle force with which she restrained
him during the season Of headstrong, impetu.
Gus youth-the proud affection with which
she marked the development Of his manhood,
and the deep, strong deathless love with
which all bis life long she had covered him
as with garment. And to Iim now, in the
pride and yigor Of bis pfnC HAsven her
grey hairs were beautiful ng alone,
but every head which azr' T,s,esa ied Ger,
was reverenced for her sakk i5.Q
In this busy, busting age Of the world,
when the accumulation Of wealth, and the
passion for public honOrs engross so large a
share Of mems time and thoughts, reverence
for the old is in danger Of being accounted
an old.fashioned duty, to be laid aside with
hoops and furbelows, powdered wigs and sill
yer knee buckles. The command. Honor
tbs father and thy mother" which 10 many
minds sayors too strongly Of things beyond
the flood to claim present obedience. is as
binding now as on the day God uttered il
from Sinai Even in the absence Of direct
command, every high and noble sentiment Of
mans nature prompts him to yield to his mo-
ther the homage Of love, If not as deep and
tender al least as pure and changeless as his
own.
TO me grey hair is beautiful. Ny moth
cr's hair Is grey" The words were few and
SIMPLE enough. but they revealed much. ]
thought how Il would have quickened the
mothers languid pulse, and how the weary
heart, now almost home. would have leapcd
with joy had they fallen on her cars. lnyol-
untary, as It were, the man whom the world
called great, had offered this tribute Of tilial
affection. and expressed his reverence for the
crown Of glory" which grey hairs become
to those who are found in the paths Of right
eousness.
Many mother lives, whose grey hairs have
no beauty in the eyes Of her children, and
claim no reverence from those for whose wei
fare she would chcerlully pour out her heart
blood Many a mothers love IS repaid By
unkindness and ingratiiude Many an hour
Of wearisome toll and patient watching meets
no other rceompensc than deeds, the know
ledge Of which wiring her faithful heart with
anguish. Yet through all the misfortunes,
even through the dishonor Of her children,
her love knows no variations Her sympa-
thy is given. though unsought it is not !or-
ced upon the attention. but its soothing pow
er is felt In the silent night watches, her
tears flow for them, unbidden, and her voice
goes up in supplication that lie who never
slumbcrs 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. aud
the incense Of her prayers in their behalf
rises continually before the Eternal one. 4
mothers love
GThere IS none
In al this cold and hollow world. no fount