Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1859-11-12

"Will You please learn me my verse
mamma, and then kiss me, and bid me
good nighl7' said little Rodger l., as
hs opened the door and peeped cautiously
into the chamber of his sick mother. g
am very sleepy. but no one has heard me
say my prayer"
Mrs. l. was very i'll, indeed, her at
tendants believed her to be dying. She
sat propped up with pillows, and strug-
Cling for breath-her lips were white her
eye was growing dull aud glazed, aud the
purple blood was setting At the ends of her
cold, attenuated fingers. She was widow,
and little Rodger was her only, her darling
child. Every night he had been in the
habit Of coming iuto her room aud sitting
upon her lap, or kneeIing by her side,
while she repeated to him passages from
Gods Holy Word, or related to him stories
OF the wise and good men spoken of in its
pages. She had been in delicate health
tor many years, but never too i'll to learn
little Hodger his verse and his prayer.
Hush! hush l. said lady who was
watching beside her couch; "your dear
mamma is too i'll to hear you say your
prayers tonight. will put you in bed !"
and as sLe said this she came forward and
laid her hand gently upon his arm, as
though she would lead him from the room
Rodger began to sob as if his little heart
would break.
I" | can not 90 to bed without saying my
prayers indeed, ! can not
The ear of the dying mother caught the
sound. Although she had been insensble
to nearly everything transpirng around
her, the sound OF her dariings sob aroused
her from her stupor, aud turning to friend,
she desired her to bring him to her couch
and lay him on her bosom. Her reques;
was granted, and the chiId's rosy check
and golden head nestled beside the pail
cold face of bis dying mother. Alas, poor
fellow how little did he realize then the
irreparable loss which he was soon to sus-
tain!
"Rodger, my son, my darling child"
said the mother, repeat this verse after
me. and never, nerer forget it. When my
tathn amt mother .t1rsote ne, the Lord
snail take me up."' The child repeated
it distinctly, and said his little prayer He
then kissed the cold, almost rigid lips
before him. and went quietly to his little
couch.
When he arose in the morning, he
sought, as usual, his mothers room, but
he found her cold and still That wa,
her last lesson lie has never forgotten
it be probably never will He has
grown to he a mana good man-and
now occupies post of much honor and
distinction in Massachusetts,. | never
could look upon him without thinking
about the faith so beautifully exhibited by
his DYING motner. L, was not misplaced.
The Lord has taken her darling up.
NY little reader, if you have God for
your friend, you need never fear; ia
ther and mother may forsake you-the
world may seem to you like dreary waste
full Of pitfalls and thorns-but He can
bring you safely through the trials, and
give you at last golden harp and snowy
robe, like those the purified wear in heay
en-. He can even surround your death-bed
by angel visitants. He is all powerful
an eye present hello in time of trouble
Will you not, then, seek his friendship and
keep His commandments
BRoDERICK-AN INClDENT.-The New
York News, says
Mr.. Broderick was a remarkable man.
His characteristics We're good moral and
physical courage, sufficient quantum OF
sense, self reliance, temperance
and industry. With these qualities, in
and like California, he was a successful
man. The day he let, New York for
California, in 1919, we met him on the
steps of the old Banking house of the
Bank of the State of New York. He had
drawn his last dollar from that institation.
lie said to us. "Good-by; am of fer
the land of glory" "Whera are You goirg
to Dave p we asked ITO California
nercr 10 return until come bach. Senator
otM United .Stdies.n We laughed at his
remark considering it the grand Eloquent
boast Of a reckless, desperate youth, who
had as much idea or chance of actually
carrying it into execution as he had Of be-
coming King Of England.
He said to us last winter "lIov strange
it is, that after fighting all my life to be-
come Senator, | don't care IA button for
it. 1t has no charms for me. What is it
after all ? am no, happy"
What commentary are these remarks
upon human greatness, as productive of
human happiness.