The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1877-03-12

TEMPERANCE NorES-The Temperance
meeting at The Fourth Street n. E
Church last evening was the largest meet.
ing Of the kind held In the city since the
introduction Of the so-called murphy
moyement.p Before Z o'clock every seal
IN the house was occupied, and the aillei
and entry were crowded. In fact, at that
comparatively early hour, the crowd wa
80 dense that the stream Of people which
continued TO move toward the churel
we're unable to even get inside, and As thu
large lecture room was already uncom
foriably crowded, the doors were CLOSED
and no more allowed 10 enter. ThI
meeting was opened by Rev. John Willets
who, alter reading a selection from thu
Scriptures, offered prayer, at the clos,
Of which the choir sang hymn, assisted
by the congregation. Briei addresses Wert
then made BY Rev, Willets,, Mr.. E. 9
Cracfait, Capt. Jack Crawford, the nolet
"poet Scout Of the Black Hills" Mr.. 6
o. Davenport, Mr.. Robert Hamilton, DR.
DurAnt and Mr.. Thomas Hornbrook
Capt. Crawford, or rather "Capt, Jack,
a. he Is more generally known, read III
following verses, which he composld Of
Saturday night alter his performance II
the Opera House was concluded
H' Nc4HREs fRATIRs, -
In the dIoTy bOutS Of midnight, -
when the camp l. Asleep and stu:
Not sound taVe Tippling ltreAmletS
Or the voice Of the vhippe0rWill.
Than think Of dear loved fAcps
| As steal around my beat
Think Of other scenes and places,
And mothers voice IOIWeel.
Mother, Who in days Of childhood,
Prayed o mothers can but pay;
Guard bis footsteps In the Wildwood,
Let him not b led RStray.
| And when dangers lowered Ger me,
when my lie was full Of cares,
Then sweet form pased beiore me,
And thought Of mothers prayeTt
Mothers prayer! All, sacred memory,
| can hear her sweet voice now, \ ia
AIupon hsT death led lying,
With her hand nPon my brow,
Calling on q SaViouT's blessing
'kre she climbed the Golden Stairs;
There's sting for all iTlnIgIrssing.
When think Of mothers prayers
Yet, made her one dear promise,
Tank the Lord I've kept Il, too
IC5, promised God and mother
To the pledIp would be true.
Though a hundred times the tempter
livery day throws out his snares,
eau boldly answer, NO, alf, HH
wheu think d mothers prayer, 81
And there's no one here before me,
Who must Eay Il more than ].
No-I never drink. thank you,
can never 90 your rye.
| And there's not Ia mAuy hundteds,
| Not q man who ever daTes, -
Ask me drink when ] have told him
How thought OimOther's prayers.
Oh, my brother, do thou likewise;
Tell them what your mother 1ail
While upon her death h. wing. -1
lna s0f.psfhaps, she 4 rot dad, n NN
DQn't you hill het, thin, 4 pray you,
She hes got enough Of cares.
Sign the pledge and God will holn you,
II you think Of mothers prayin.
Angel mother, now In glory,
She who NGpt Surh utter tears,
TOiled for me mid pain and sorrJW;
/ All those many, many years
| All, such love; can't EX plain IT.
There Is nothing that compares;
would give my life for you, boys,
When think0f mothers pElyerI.
| And while here my toul revealing
j. there not In this vast throng.
some poor, thirsty youth Of Wheellpg,
| Who viii toln me In my s5ngt
Come and blnish care and sorrow.
Cast aside the tempters snAreS;
Do not walt until to-mOrToW,
Think, oh think Of mothers prayerI.
/ JNO, CRAWHpRD Cunf .Lfcl