The Newtown bee., 1878-03-21

joys and sorrows in those of her children and children's children. Every family of all the group wanted grandmothel then, and the only strife was who should secure the prize; bnt hark the bell tolli on Seyenty--seVenty- nty-one--two--three four She began to grow feeble, re quires some care, is not always perfectly patient or satisfied she goes fron onC child's house to another, so that DO ont place seems like home. She murmurs in plaintiye tones, and after all her toil and wearinesS it is hard she cannot be allowed a home 10 die in that she must be sent rather tran invited, from house 10 house. Eighty eighJy-one--two---three-- ah now she is q second child--now "she has outlived her usefulness, she has now ceased to be comfort to herself or any. body ;" that is, she has ceased to be profitable to her earth craving and money -grasping children.
 Now sounds ont, ,reverberating through our lovely forest ,and echoing back from "hill of the dead" eighty-nine there she now lies in the coffin, cold and still she makes no trouble now, demands 40 love, no soft words, no tender little offices. A look of patient endurance, we fqncied also an expression ot grief for unrcquited love sat on her marble features Her children were there clad in weeds of woe,and in irony weremem- bered the strong mans words, "She was d good mother in her day"
 When the bell ceased tolling, the strange minister rose in the pulpit. His form was very erect, and his voice strong but his hair silyery white. He read sev- eral passages of Scripture expressive of Gods compassion to feeble man, and es. pecially of His tenderness when gray hairs are on him and his strength faileth. He then made some touching remarks on human frailty, and of deReadehG3 ) on God, urging all present to make their peace with their Master while in health, that they might claim His protaise when heart and fesn should fail .m. Then, he said. 'the eternal God snail be thy refuge, and beneath thee shall be the everlasting arm." Leaning over the desk, and gazing intently on the cofined form before him, he then said reEerently From little child 1 have honored the aged but never till gray hairs covered my own head, did 1 know truly how much love and sympathy this class have a right to demand of their fellow crea- lures. Now feel it. Our mother" he added, most tenderly, "who now lies in death before us, was stranger to me, as are all these, her descendants All know of her is what her son has told me to day-that she was brought to this town from afar, siXty-niae years ago, a happy bride--that she has passed most of her life, toiling as only mothers ever have strength to toll, until she had rear ed q large family of sons and daughters that she left her home here clad in the weeds of Widowhood to dwell among her children, and that till health and vtgor left her, she lived for you, her descend ants.
 . You, who together have shared her love and her care, know how well you have requited her God forbid that conscience should accuse any of you of ingratitude or murmuring on account of the care she has been to you of late. When you go back to your homes, be careful of your words and your example before your OVID children, for the fruit of your own doing you will surely reap from them when you yourselves totter on the brink of the grave. 1 entreat you as a friend, as one who has himself en- tered the evening of life, that you may never say in the presence of your fami- lies nor of Heaven, Our mother has out lived her usefulneSs--she was burden to us Never, never; mother cannot live so long as that No: when she can no longer labor for her children, nor yet care for herself, she can fall like prec ious weight on their bosoms, and call forth by her helplessness all the noble, generous feelings of their natures.
 Alden, then, poor toil-worn mother; there are no more sleepless nights, no more days of pain for thee Undying vigor and everlasting usefulness are part of the inheritance of the redeemed. Fee ble as thou vert on earth, thou will be no burden on the bosom of Infinite Love, but there shalt thou find thy longed for rest, and receive glorious sympathy from Jesus and his ransomed fold "-E.sami. NfT-