The Athens post. [volume] (Athens, Tenn.) 1848-1917, 1854-11-17


sages from an article in the Indianapolis State
Journal are truthful and eloquent:
If angels ever covet any sphere on earth
we believe that desire is for mothers holy
Office. Her laws are the first obeyed and
the last that are spurned in n downward
course of evil; and we wonder not, because
her laws are "hoiy, just and good" that the
utterer of Divine proverbs charged his son
not to 'lorsake the law Of his mother" for il
was an ornament of grace about his neck.
Memory clings to nothing with such
strength as the recollection of a mothers
tenderness; nor does the heart wear any i'm.
preston so indeible as those received from
| her aflectionate admonitons. No wonder
then, that the mother is the arbiter OF
the child's destiny. She lives in his heart, re-
wives in his memory, and acts through him af-
ter she has long been slumbering,
"Where heaves the turf in many amouldering heap"
She is always young, always beautiful and
oh, no speech so eloquent as that ladened
| with blessings on a mothers fame: no songs
so sweet as those which breathe mothers
undying affection, and touch the chords of
soul-felt harmony which thrill the bosom at
the remembrance of the cherished being who
bore, nourished and instructed our wayward
infancy and childhood, and inspired our man.
hood with the noblest principles of virtue ana
religion!
"oh, she was my guardian and guide all the day,
And the angel who watched round my bed
Her voice IN a murmur of prayer died away
For blessings to rest on my head.
How often my bosom with rapture doth glow
As think OF my home and my sire,
And the dearest Of mothers who rocked long ago
In the old easy chair by the ere !"
The VfclssiTuDEs OF LIFE.-One man sucks
an Orange and gets choked by bit, another
swallows penknife and lives; one runs
thorn in his hand and no skill can save him,
another has a shaft of gig completely driven
through his body and RECEIVERS; one is over.
turned on a smooth common, and breaks his
neck, another is tossed out of a gig over
Brighton Cliff, and survives one walks out on
windy day and meets his death by brick
bat, another is blown up in the air, like Lord
Hatton in Guernsy Castle, and comes down
uninjured. The escape of this noble man was,
indeed, miracle. An explosion of gunpow.
der, which killed his mother, wife, and some
of his children, and many other persons, and
blew up the whole fabric of the castle, lodged
him in his bed on wall overhanging a tire.
mendous precipice. "Perceiving a mighty dis
order, (as well he might he was going to
step out of his bed to know what the matter
was, which if he had done he had been ire
vocably lost; but, in the instant of his moving,
a flash Of lightning came and showed him the
precipice, whereupon he lay still till people
came and took him down"
FARMERs.-Adam was q farmer while vet
in Paradise and after his fall commanded to
earn his bread by the sweat of his brow. Job,
the honest upright and patient, was farmer,
and his endurance has passed into proverb.
Socrates was farmer and yet welded TO his
calling the glory of his immortal philosophy.
St. Luke was a farmer, and divides with Pro.
metheus the honor of subjecting the OK for
the use of men. Cincinnatus was farmer,
and the noblest Roman of them all Burns
was farmer, and the muse found him at the
plough and filled his soul with poetry. WASH
ington was farmer, and retired from the
highest earthly station to enjoy the quiet Of
rural life, and present to the world a spec:a-
Gle of human greatness. To these may be
added host of others who sought peace and
repose in the cultivation of their mother earth;
the enthusiastic Lafayette and the steadfast
Picherina, the scholastic Jefferson, and the
fiery Randolph, all found an Eldorado of
consolation from life's cares and troubles, in
the green and verdant lawns that surrounded
their homesteads.