Eastern times., 1855-12-06
" The Old Folks. +"

Il suppose must 90 down and see the old
folks pretty soon, but il is dull jpb,' said a
fashionably dressed young man TO me one even
ing. The country is so dull, after living in
the city, that dread to go there there 10
nothing TO look at, and nowhere to go bus
mother is getting pretty feeble, and ought to
GO
Iperceived that the 'old folks he so dis
respectfully spoke OF were no other than his
own father and mother.
1couH get aoag with one day well enough
he said, but the old folhs are never satisfied
unless stay week, OF three or four days, and
| get heart-sick of il, II is so dull. / used TO
go and see them once or twice year, but now
i, is between two and three years since have
been there. cosld 60 ofener, but it is 50 te-
dious and then they make so much Of me,
and cry when they see me, that it makes me
feel bad, because do not go as much as /
ought SO sometimes think | will not go al
ALL
How hnle had this careless son thought of
his aged parents, and how daily, how hourly
had those aged parents thought Of hin. and
how many ferveat prayers had ascended 10 God
for him from that quiet freside He knew not
how many evils those prayers had averted from
his un ngra,eful head, of how many blessings,
they had poured upon him.
But all suns are not thus ungratefuI. A
young friend of mine who has resided sixteen
years in the same great metropolis, has never
failed twice year TO visit his parents, and goes
oftener, or whenever it is possible for him 10
leave his business. | accidentally saw a letter
he addressed TO sister short time since,
which shows that young man can be immers-
love and venerale his mother.
Il received a short note from mother,' he
writes, after hearing that she had been i'll. Il
am fearful she is not improving. II she is any
worse. or becomes dangerously sick, l desire 70
know it. ! dread the thought that my, onr
mother cannot be spared to us many years at
best-it may be but few months. have
thought Of il very much for few weeks. Al
though she has lived nearly her threescore
years and ten, and nature has almost become
exhausted, yet how should miss her how
we all should mourn for her What moth
er she has been TO us what a woman what
an example what a Christian! / am sure Of
it, l~know il, that she has been my dearest OBJ
ject Of love and affection all the days of my
life. However | may have sirayed from her
bright examples and her teachings, nv mother
walk in the right way; and if have not pray
ed myself with the fervor and devotion that
should, have always felt that she was suppli-
eating for me, How much she has loved ns,
cred treasure, even to the end Of our lives will
be the memories of our mother.
i see her now, as she looked to me, when
she stood by the bedside Of our dying brother,
cheering him in his sufferings and hear her
say, The same clock that told the hour Of his
birth, is now telling the hour Of his death -
r What a scene was that We know, dear sis
ter, that these things must be, and it is not in
uieiduCuoiy otIdin indt "Titei Out every III
dication Of the approaching end Of my mother,
stirs within me all the tenderness Of nv heart.
Her remoaol will be to the brightest heaven, die
when she may. Old age is but the threshold
of death, aud after life spent as our mothers
has been, the portals Of another world can have
no dreary look
How ennobling. how touching are this young
mans words. We cannot but respect him for
his beautiful reverence and love for his mother
Years Of life in New York, subject TO every
snare and every temptation. engaged in eu-
crossing and extensive business, with the heat
and passion Of youth upon him, yet the one
steady fame Of deep love for his mother burn
ed undimmed in his heart.
Mothers, she was a mother worthy of such
son. She was a Christian mother. Would
you inspire similar love aud reverence, be, like
her, an earnest and heartfelt follower, Of the
blessed Redeemer.
And let every heartIess, neglectful son re-
member the ,horns ofaguny his thoughtlessness
implans in the hearts Of his parents. Let lin
call to remembrance The helpless years Of his
childhood, and all the selfsacriicing love that
fills their hearts, and now return to them and
to God the love and gratitude which are SO
Justly due.-Am. Messenger
"A BOLD Stroke FOR HUsBAND.'-A new
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