Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-01-31
The Sons of Poor Mothers.

"esS PVok WShA0A3 dAA
now he walks the streets like lord. ~
Thus sneered bundle of silks and
feathers, as it moved dainty along,
sceHting with its aristocratic nose, like
a genuine pointer, the well-dressed and
well-eonnected persons Of her acqnaint-
ance. The young man referred to, trod
the ground like neither prince nor lord,
but like man conscious of his power;
like an American citizen every way
worthy of the name. he had trampled
under foot the sneers of the scornfuI and
pretensions, and stood before the world
with his foot upon the neck efs,thair
meanness. Step by step he had aispa.
ted the ground with adverse ,eiraum-
stances, and they had yielded, step BY
step, till he now stood where he eoulH
look down upon, and use every obstacle
that had striven to hinder his progress.
and make it slave to his biddiug. He
had taken calumny, and pride, and envy
by the throat, and flung them from b i'm
with such force that they covered at his
glance, nor dared SO much. as to I'M
their skinny fingers at his shadow wAsn
his back was turned. Through weary
struggles against frightful obstacles that
the poor alone know-battling with the
tide of oppression, bufFeted by. the
waves of adversely, still upward he rose.
onward he went, till to-day no man Is
acknowledged with louder acelamatioA
no man bowed down to with deeper
reverence-no man whose recognition i
a greater honor, than this son of poor
His mother was poor womani
Lock ever the list of earth mag
nates-her royal kings of intelleet-her
lords of genius-patents of whose great
ness originated in the courts Of sho
Most High, ere this little world brought
forth its mock nobility, and tell zs
what proportion of those great ones
were the sons of rich mothers? Very,
very few. The best statesmen, the
proudest poets, the holiest divines-
those thunderers by whom the earth
was shaken to its center-meu who have
dethroned kings and founded nations
the masters Of rhetoric and elooution--
the most profound philosophers-the
bravest generals-the noblest authors,
were nearly all the sous of poor women,
some of them widows who suffered In
loneliness and sorrow. ztf -
In our own day, our best and bright
est names have been given to little ba-
bies by the lips of poor women, their
heads eradled upon coarse pillows, their
little bare feet trained over car rpetless
floors. @' t'@5.5- =
Daniel Webster was the son of a poor
woman. The first grandeur he knew
was that Of the hills that lifted their
granite brows in eternal Worship toward
heaYen-the only splondor that of ma
jestic clouds and ieaping torrents, tie
triumphal entry Of the sun through
avenues of golden glory, and his vest
ern march like that of monarch, wrap
ping robes of crimson and ermiue abeat
him. And yet for greatness, intellect
ually speaking, the world hath scarcely
his equal. Who knows if the babe,
Daniel Webster, had been rocked in .
rosewood cradle and lulled to sleep with
a silver rattle in his hand, reared in the
midst of a city street, with no wild an
thems cf the forest-no thunder leap.
ing from orag to crag to bring out the
stronger elements of the mind-ne birdie
in the branches and no silver streams to
waken the more ethereal md pieturesqus
characteristic of his intellect and greup
them into harmony; who knows but the
world had sighed over greatness born
TO blush unseen, to droop, to die in com-
parative solitude? ate Ii'azsssHss.
Sons of poor mother! What host
of them have scaled the summit of i'm
mortality! They have lefttheirimpress
in the hand of the idols, and many q
dark-browed heather has learned tho
way of salvation through their almost
exertions. Everywhefs
throughout the world, how do they
stand forth and, challenge our homagel
Not with glossy kids and faultless
coats, patent boots and slender canes, do
they go forth, the admired Whiskeran-
does of thoughtless girls, but with
sturdy steps and clouted shoes-with
signs of the much used needle here and
there seriously showing-with patched
knees and elbows, and with many an
evidence besides that they we're the sens
of poor mothers. rz5
All honors to the sons of poor moth
ers! To them the nation look for states.
men and defenders. For them there
will always be vacancies in the halls Of
science, seats in the temples of our leg
islatures, and pulpits in our churches.
For them the doors of the White House
have sprung wide open, and shall again,
while the people gather in crowds to.d do
them reverence. !. 15& Aaszz2 asea
HE was the SON of poor womanr'
Let it never be spoken with the sneer
of sufficient shallowness, for it is in
the hearts Of poor women that the
noblest resolves have birth. They
make sacrifices that would put to blush
the Incidence and negligence of the
purse proud. Over their humble homes
shine the stars that heralded the advent
Of heaven born intelligence. It has
ever been so since the star of Bethlehem
blazed above the SPIT where Christ, the
King Of heaven, lay upon the bosom Of
a poor woman. While they toll with
tears, and struggle with adversely, an
gels whisper the destination Of the
babes that sleep against their hearts,
At their lowly hearthstones the young
mind is imtued with the holy princi-
Piles of the Bible. When the child
comes sobbing home, grieved and in
dignant, because those who were better
dressed have scorned him, the poor
mother, her heart filled with faith,
points out his noble destiny She it is