The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1857-05-21

and his whole face loomod up with min
gled expression of pain and PRIDE
I Stranger, l spoke yord here | didn'
mean to; slightly word, like, about m,
mother. ! would give all the gold in ny
pocket to bring her back for one hour, t
look upon this country as it is now. Sh,
had her cabin here when Chicager wa.
nowherej here she raised her boys-shC
couldn't give them larnin', but she taugh
us better things than books can give; tc
be honest, and useful, and Industrious
She taught US to be faithful and true; tc
stand by friend, and be generous to an
enemy. It's thirty years, stranger, since
we dug her grave by the lake side with
our own hands; and with many tear and
sob, turned ourselves away from the cab
in where we'd been raised 1.-THE Indians
had killed our father long before, and
we'd nothing to keep US, and SO we vert
to seek our fortunes. My brother, he
ltook down to st, Louis, and got married
down there som'ers; and l just went
where the wind bowed, and when Id
scraped money enough together, cum
back and bought few acres of lana
around my mothers cabin, for the place
where Id lain her bones was sacred, like.
Well, in the course of time, it turned up
rightin the middle of Chicager. l Icouldn t
stand that-I loved my old mother too
well to let omnibuses rattle over her grave,
SO cum back about fifteen years ago,
and quietly moved her away to the buryn'
ground; and then l went back to Texas,
and wrote to an agent afterward 10 sell my
land. What cost a few hundred to be-
gin on, sold for over forty thousand-ifI
I'd a kept it till now, 'twould have been
worth ten times that; that's so; bnt | got
enough fort. soon turned that forty
thousand into eighty thousand, and that
into twice as much, and so on, Till | don't
know nor don't care what I'm worth;-
that's so. l work hard, am the same
rough customer, remember every day of
my life what my mother taught me; new
er drink, nor fight; wish | didn't swear
nor chaw; but them's got to be kind
second natur' like, and the only thing
troubles me>is my money-haven't got
no wife nor sAdren, and am going now
to hunt up Brother and his folks. If
bis boys isSAever and industrious, ain
ashamed of M Gg boots and old fashion
ed ways, ana bis gals is young women
and not ladies; If they help their mother,
and don't puYon more'n two frocks day,
III make 'eh1SialgsSy one on 'em.
Nov, gentlemsB 'taNrNften I'm led to
tell on myself aftsr this fashion But
these old places, where | trapped when |
was boy, made me feel like a child agin
-and l just felt like telling these young
5ters here about the changes and chances
b feller may meet in life, if he only tries
10 make the most of himself
But, boys, said he, turning to par
y of young men, 'theres S sor4s:bipg.bet.
.er than money. Get educatiSn@ Why,
boys, if | had as much larnin' as money,
could be President in 1857 just easy.
Why, could buy up half the North, and
not miss it out my pile. But get larnin';
lon't chaw tobacco; don't take to liquor;
lon't swear, and mind your mothers
hats the advice of real live Sucker;--+ /
md if you mind what say you may be
men, land it amt every leller that wears
! goatec and brceches that's a man by a
ong ways.) Foller cut her counsels;--
never do a thing that will make you ash
,med to meet her in heaven Why, boys,
| never done bad thing but heard my
mothers voice reprovin' me, and never
lone good thing or made good move,
out I've seemed 10 hcoF her say, That's
light, Jack, and that has been talliznaiIs
Ill. Nothin like mother, boys; noun
ike a mother--thats so.
All this had passed while waiting to
wood just out Of Chicago The great
nau was swelling with emotions called
lp from the dark shadows of the past;--
lis big rough frame heaved like a great
pillow upon the ocean. Tears sprang to Il
lis deep set and earnest eyes--they
welled up to the brim--and swan round
skiing to be let fall as tributes to his
mcmory--tributes to the love Of
he past But he choked them down, and {
lumming a snatch of an old ballad, he
hurst his hands down into his pockets,
walked back to the end of the car, pulled t
he gigantic collar of his coat up around
lis ears, buttoned it close, and leaned /
Jack against the window in silence. q
NTLe cars rattled on What a mind was i
o; what giant intellect, sleeping, bur- /
way from light and usefulness by
ish Of prejudice, habit and custom f
but half work, for want of culture a
mute inglorious Milton" or rather h
er, going about the world, strug- c
Fth own soul, yet bound by chains a
rance, which precluded his doing
hoiety Of the good it lay in his c
do. d
way through our long, tedious
be had been everon the watch to b
lie gave up bis seat by the fire
woman and her child, and o
rther back; soon young girl r
elf by his side; as the night n
ION, and she. nodded YEARLY, L
ead his beautiful leopard skin 6
r;ob Enino, nm the eaat made