Washington sentinel. [volume] (City of Washington [D.C.]) 1853-1856, 1855-10-18
Tn. WAY A. shouIa r. Done.

Mother, how is the flour barreli all getting
low; said finely built man, as he paused for
moment before leaving the house where his gray
headed parents lived must send you some
have lately bought of the No. 7 brand, just for
you 10 try; upon my word il makes the incest and
sweetest biscuit that / have tasted-and you II
say SO, think. I"
And next day came the barrel of flour, but not
alone. There was good supply of coffee and
tea, and a dozen little niceties and all for The
old folks to try. That man knew the value of
kind parents. He was son to be proud of
Were any repairs to be done, he found out almost
intuitively; and he never called upon them with
his hands empty Something /" that mother
loved, - would make father think Of old times,
invariably found its way into their pantry. And
he actually seemed to like nothing well as to
leave in their absence some token of his fond
ness and respect for those who had worn their
lives out in serving him.
But all how many leave their parents desolate,
and in need, or give them a place by their fire
side where they are expected to delve and cork
out the obligations. Is it any wonder that such
individuals, conscious that they are in the way,
grow querulous and fretful, and die, perhaps, I'M
regretted! Others are ashamed Of their honest
old parents--shame henl-and keep them in
some by-place, giving them a small pittance upon
which they can barely subsist.
A would-be fashionable young lady who had
sacrificed everything to appearance, once told
some of her newly-made acquaintance, that the
familiar old man laborng in the yard. was the
woodsawyer. Having gone thus far, she was
base enough to carry out the lie, and when he
came in for moment, and stood upon the thresh-
hold of the door with childish smile warming
his wrinkled face into sunniness as he gazed upon
their meriment instead of calling him by the
dear name of father, she schooled herself to say,
coldly, pointing to the yard, s'we can't pay you
till the whole is done.'' The old father gazed
for moment in establishment, comprehended
her duplicity, and turned away broken-hearted.
Truly, then, the iron entered his soul, for
90! who can tell
How sharper,than serpent's tooth il is
To have thankless child"
Sweeter praise can never be than that of a
dying parent, as he blesses the hand that has led
him gently from sorrow to sorrow, and is even
now smoothing the cold brow damp with the
spray of Jordon. And dear the thought as your
tears fall upon the sod that covers the gray
haired father, that you were ever kind and loving
to him; that you gave cheerfully of your abund-
ance, and never caused him to feel that you were
doing charity.
Never can we repay those ministering angels
we call father and mother Angels, though
earthly have they ever been, from the time that
Adam and Eve gazed upon their irst-born, as he
slept amid roses, while the tiny fingers, the
waxen lids, and The cherub form, were all
mysteries TO them Willingly they have suffered
for us, let us bless them in heart of hearts,
and allow no love of gain or pride OF position, 10
tear them thence.
BE kind 10 thy mother, Tor 10 on her brow
May traces of sorrow be seen
o well nay'st thou cherish and comfort her now,
For loving and kind she has been.
Be kind to thy father for when thou vert young,
None loved thee so fondly as he;
He caught the first accents that fell from thy
tongue,
And smiled at thy innocent gee,"
Pe0pkeS Organ.