The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1880-09-09

They are not for naught. God keeps a
record. They will not be lost. That
man etul in commercial life; that man
prominent in profession; that master
mechanic-why every step he takes In
life has an echo of gladness in the heart
that long ago taught him to be Christ
ian, and heroic and earnest, The story
of what you have done, or what you
have written, of the Influence you have
exerted, has gone back to the old home
stead-for there is some one always
ready to carry good tidings-and that
story makes the needle in the old moth
ers tremulous hand fly faster, and the
fail in the fathers hand come down on
the barn floor with vigorous thump
Parents love to hear good news from
their children. Do you send them good
news always? Look out for the young
man who speaks of his father as the
Governor" the Squire" or the "old
chap" Look out for the young woman
who calls her mother her maternal an
cestor," or the "old woman" The eye
that mocketh r t his father, and refuseth
to obey his mother, the ravens of the
valley shall pick it out; and the young
eaglets shall eat it. God grant that all
these parents may have the great salts
faction of seeing their children grow up
Christians. But, oh, the pang Of that
mother who, after life of street gadding
and gossip, retailing, hanging on the
children the fripperies and follies of this
world, sees those children tossed out on
the sea of life like foam on the wave, or
nonentities in world where only braw-
ny and stalwart character can stand the
shock! But blessed be the mother who
looks upon her children as sons and
daughters of the Lord Almighty! Oh,
the satisfaction of Hannah in seeing
Samuel serving at the altar-of mother
Eunice in seeing her Timothy learned in
the Scriptures, That is the mothers re.
ward-to see children coming up useful
in the world, reclaiming the lost, heal
ing the sick, plying the ignorant earn
est and useful in every -phere. That
throws a new light back on the old fam
lily Bible whenever she reads it,and that
will be ointment to soothe the aching
limbs of deCrepitude, and light up the
closing hours Of life's day with the glor-
les of an autumnsl sunset
There she sits, the old Christian moth
er, ripe for heaven. Her eyesight al.
most gone; but the splendors of the ce-
lestial city kindle up her vision. The
gray light of heavens morn has struck
through the gray locks that are folded
back over the wrinkled temples. She
stoops very much now under the burden
of care she used to carry for her children.
She sits at home, too old to find her way
to the house of God; but while she sits
there, all the past comes back, and the
children, that forty years ago tripped
around her arm chair with their griefs,
and joys, and sorrows, those children
are gone now. Some caught up into a
better realm. where they shall never
die, and others out in the broad world,
testing the excellence of Christian
mothers discipline. Her last days are
full of peace, and Calmer and sweeter
will her spirit become, until the gates of
life shall lift, and she shall enter into
eternal spring tide and youth, where
aches, and pains, and sorrows never
come. Blessed, forever and ever, is the
Christian mother.