The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-10-17

t tenderness of mothers love, and whe
no ear could hear, and no eye see, bu
those of Him whose ear is ever open t
, the cries of the needy, and whose eye i
| ever watchful to the necessities of sut
fering humanity, silently breath one sol
emm aud earnest prayer of supplication t,
the throne of mercy, imploriag Him VIII
stitch threon to guide and direct its in
FAINT feet in the unerring path of 1ut,
and rectitude !? Who has not seen he
spend many long and toilsomc days an,
; slecpless nights, when sickness, pain ant
disease are preying upon its yitals con
stantly striving to accomplish her labor o
love, and to secure the happiness and vel
fare who are placed beneath her kline
protection Who has not witnessed tn,
parting scene, and heard her pronounce
her blessing, aud utter long and affec
tonate farewell to departing son ol
daughter, while burning tears are cours
ing their way down her aged and furrow
ed cheeks as she holds their hands in
hers, and imprints warm and ferven'
kiss upon their youthful brows, and fond
ly reiterating, in broken accents, her part.
ing admonition. any son, remember thy
mothers counsel. My daughter, seek
early the ways Of wisdom, truth, virtue
and morality" Who has not watched
her, as she, with fearful eyes and throb.
bing heart bends her aged form over the
dying pillow of some member of that once
happy family? Seen her watch with
care and anxiety over them day and
night, and bestowing her aid and assis-
tance, like ministering angel, decended
from the courts of heaven to administer
to the dying wants of suffering humani-
ty--ever careful and watchful to their
necessities, and ever sensitive to their
feeble and suffering condition? And a
gain when the cold arm of death has
dealt its fatal blow, and borne its victim
iu triumph to the lonely churchyard, to
deposit the cold inanimate remains of
frail mortality within the narrow vault,
destined for its prison cell, there to re-
turn to its mother earth. even there she
is seen to follow And when years of
gloom and sadness have sped onward, and
the wild rose and blossom are nodding
carelessly above the mound beneath
which slumbers portion of her bright
est hopes, she is seen revisit that lonely
cemetery, and humbly knccling beside
one habitation of death, and sprinkling
with tears the grass that shoots forth from
the verdant sod, as if her heart were
buried beneath the rude inscription that
marks that silent grave, she lisps pray
er in memory of the departed one. 'Tis
there where grief and happiness are seen
to min-le together and life and death
! hold communion.
A true and pious mothers life Of de-
notion. Her tears are the tears of love.
Her heart the fountain of virtue, and her
soul model of purity. Every motive is
! to the interest of those she loves. Every
act model worthy of imitation. Prayer
/ full and watchful her hours are spent in
| the performance Of the duties assigned
| her. Her tears not from wild, couvul-
sive emotion of passion, but pure, ref
ned and clear Yes within her breast is
| the truth made manifest that
| Some feelings are to mortas given
With less Of earth in them than Heaven;
And if there be a human tear.
From passions dross refined and clear,
II would not stain an angles cheek,
'Ts that which pious mothers shed.
Cpon the duteous daagt'er's head
Long has she watched with anxiety
the youthful steps of her offspring, and
pointed out to them the paths of virtue
and innocence They grow up beneath
her tender care and counsel, to the years
Of maturity, either to shed halo of light
and happiness around that family circle,
or bring into its midst tears Of sorrow and
regret. Either to bless, in their old age
those who blessed them i'll infancy, or
bring down their grey hairs with sorrow
to the grave Either to love or despise,
to honor or disgrace.
lie who has lost kind, pious and de-
voted mother, has indeed lost one of the
truest and best of friends. a friend
who, through trials, trouble, misfortune
and disappointment will forsake us not.
But oh, what treasure has he lost
who has never recognized kind mother 5
voice, whose cheeks were never wet with
mothers tear, nor his heart thrilled
with emotions Of mothers love. Then
love, honor and respect thy mother. To
claim her is no dishonor, to reverence her
is no disgrace. But when those whom
we once esteemed and recognized as
friends, have forsaken us when those
who once pledged to us lasting fidelity,
have forgotten us, when our frail barks
are tossed upon the surging bllows of the
sea of fortune, and driven by the tide of
persecution. a heartlers wreck upon the
rock bound coast of DISSOLUTION AMI dis
pair. Oh, then It's sweet consolation
to know that til ere Is one, at least, whose
love, thoughts and prayers are with us
One who will not forsake us in the hour
of dispair, nor shrink at the idea Of con
descending, if condescension it may be
called to humbly bow before the altar of
God, and offer upa prayer to high lIeay-
en- in behalf Of the departed one. One
who will not forget us through all the
storms and mists of time, and long and
dreary days of absence, which SO often
blot out from the tablets of memory the
images of many one, familiar faces.
Here enduring, faithful and lasting as life
itself NIKE.
A committee Of the most skillful and
III. l.