The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1877-09-20
For the BUElsfi"l
''MOTHER! MOTHERG! MOTHER -! -
WERE THE LAST WORDS OF THE
DYING STATESMAN.
For the Bulletin.
BY HAMPTON.

About twenty-five years ago scene trans
pircd in Washington city that should be
cherished as an impcrishable memorial.
Silently enter, in imagination, a certain
uppcr-room in that Metropolis, where tire
less watchers are moving with muffled foot
steps around the bed Of one about to- die.
He was one to whose powers the Senate had
bowed during full une-half OF its existence,
and upon whose lips, touched by thcstrangc
inspiration Of genius, the nation had hung
for near half a century. lie was the son
OF holy and widowed mother. Though his
mind is clear and unimpared as a matchless
diamond, he has ceased all converse with
the living, and lays seemingly awaiting the
escort which Is to go with him to heaven.
suddenly the watchers are startled at seeing
his skeleton hands reached upward while in
slow, solemn accents ne Is heard to say,
''Mothcr! Mother! Mother! ~ and then
quietly breathe his last Thus went back to
God, as it was fit it should, the great soul Of
Henry Clay, in the companionship OF his
mother.
Earthly mothcr-Iovc may be ever 80 tender,
but how prrcr, hoIier still, is spirit-mother-
love, a. ii movers over the couch Of the dying
child, waiting to wrcathe with joy the soul
of the dear one as it leaves earth for the man
sions of light.
No doubt that noble woman followed in
spirit her brilliant son in all the vicissitudcs
of his remarkable career, and lowered fire.
qucntly over his path to fan to GOODNESS his
fevcred ambition, and to save him from
many false steps. II mothers love so dc
votcdly in life, why can ;hcy not love more
and purcr far when in spirit-form they are
free to follow their loved but erring sons in
/ their wanderings.
/ We believe they can and do; and often, As
twilight steals apace over earth, in that
sacred hour our musing reflections seem to
( turn intuitivclv to hold communion with
some loved ones on the other shore. So
( strongly are we moved by this influence that
We turn instinctivelv at times to see if IT,,
spirit one can be present, but our dim sight
/ fails to recognize the friendly visitant The
heart Is often made vocal with sweet music
and we know not whence it comcth, or what
! power has evoked it, little dreaming til. I
! the fingers OF a departed loved one has been
tuning our spirits harp strings, thus pre-
| pairing the soul for some high duty or bitter
/ trouble in the near future. Let it be III
+ it may, we, however, cherish this tender
/ thought, and Hse it for many precious spirit
/ nal contemplations O. could we step be
/ hind the curtain that conceals from view
what is tr;Inspiirns in the other world, We
/ think that chief among the holy duties ofr,-
deemed mothers Is to fly earthward to mov,
upon the hearts Of maynard children and
! lead them in VISIONS ways What must b,
] the intense solicitudc among these pure be
ings as they watch from their high abode and
behold how untrue and false some Sons ar,
to the teachings they received in carly If,
around the mothcr-knce Ancient phiIoso-
ply is fragrant with this beautiful though t
Of the saintcd becoming ministcring spirits.
Socrates, in his out-strctchings after the tru,
and the good, pushed his great daring mind
into many sublime truths that now CLEAN in
the forefront Of orr holy religion. TIi- an
gcIic interest in human affairs was one al
his fond themes Of philosophical research.
Would that we OF this utiIitarian dav
could think more of heaven and less ofeartls
No man ever scntheavcnward a thought anD
had it made poorer by the visit Look W
The beauties that sparkle in those region,
where the Saintcd live can be made ours by
accepting an inheritance in them through
faith in Christ. Who would fail to max,
such an investment? Who would not, lik,
Henry Clay, rejoice to have saiuted mothcl
come to accompany the soul into the pres
cnee Of the Great Judge? Holy thought,