Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-08-05

marking sacred spot, a spot where
sleeps not warrior whose garments
have been dyed in blood, nor a states
nan who has faithfully watched our !
government, and tried to :
shield her from danger at home and
abroad. nor an orator whose clarion
voice has held the multitudes en-
tranced but granger, a sturdy far
mer, who in the hour of danger, when
rings aud monopolies had we'll nigh
brought ruin and bankruptcy to his
door, had barred his arm and passed
sacred and solemn resolve that the
farmer should occupy that high and
exalted rank which God intended him
to fill when he placed him in the gar
den OF Eden, and bid him till the soil.
We are further taught, both in and
out of the grange room, to encourage
the education of the children within
the limits Of our jurisdiction, to see
that they are not banished at the ten
der age of childhood from the school
of early instruction to the labors of
the fields, before the mind has re-
ceived that gentle care and training
which enlivens, explains and digni-
fees labor. And mothers, much de-
ponds upon you, there is nothing that
is more desirable for the common good |
of our order than that You pay proper
attention to the home education of
your children, you are intrusted with |
that which is of the greatest conse
quence to human life. As the health |
and strength or weakness of children's |
bodies is very much owing to the
manner in which you treat them when
they are young, SO the soundness or |
folly of children's minds is not less
owing to their first tempers and ways
of thinking, which they eagerly re-
ceive from the love, tenderness, au-
thority and constant conversation of
their mother. As we call our first
language our mother tongue, so we
may as justly call our first tempers our
mothers tempers, and perhaps it may
be found more easy to forget the Ian
guage than to part entirely from those
tempers we learned in the nursery.
1t is therefored deeply to be lament
ed that the sex on whom so much de-
ponds, who have the first forming
both of our bodies and minds are too
often not only educated in pride, but
in the silliest and most contemplate
part of it. But pleased and proud am
| to say few of this character have
sterling sense sufficient ever to become
Matrons of Husbandry. Patrons, we
cannot honor our order with too deep
a reverence we cannot love her with
an affection too pure and felvent we
cannot serve her with an energy of
purpose, or a faithfulness of zeal too
steadfast and ardent. Behold its ex-
tentl 1t is not alone In the East,
with her hills and her valleys, with
her countless sails and the rocky ram
parts of her shores. 1t is not alone
in the North, with her thousand villa
ges and her harvest home, with her
frontiers of the lakes and the ocean
| 1t is not alone in the West, her forest
sea and her inland isles, with her lux
uriant expanses clothed in the YER
dant corn, with her beautiful Ohio
and majestic Missouri. Nor is it con-
fined to the South, opulent in the
mimic snow of the cotton, in the rich
plantations of the rustling cane and in
the golden robes of the rice fields. No,
the order of Patrons of Husbrndry
knows no North, no South, no East,
no West; but it extends from the At
lantio ocean on the East to the Pacific
on the West, and from the great lakes
in the North to the Gulf of Mexico in
the South.
Then tell me not that the order is
loosing interest and will prove fail
ure. 1t may, and it will dwindle and
die where the farmer feels not inter-
ested enough in himself and his family
to assert and maintain his rights, but
where the Husbandman and the Ma
iron have unitedly buckled on the ar
NOR Alright, and gone forth into the
field to battle against extortion, cor
ruption and extravaganza, victory will
reward their labors, and ease and
contentment will shroud them in their
declining days.
Friends, want the Grange to -four
ish, at any rate so long as may live,
that when placed on the bed of death,
l may have this pleasing reflection
that days like to-day will come around
when that small space on the lap of
my mother earth, where shall repose
the remains of your humble brother,
will be visited by kind friends, and
flowers from woman's hand-she who
was last at the cross and first at the
sepulcher-shall decorate my couch.