Daily Republican., 1881-02-10
A GrauSI kurp1ee.

On the evening OF the Sd inst, Mre
Charles Carpenter, vile Of the afiable lette
carrier OF the western district, was made tn
worthy hostess Of many friends who calle'
TO tender their heartfelt congr tulations
tDat aod In his bounfiiul mercy had sparet
ber HE to enjoy her Goth anniversary, ant
wish her the continued recipient Of man.
more, that ner beautiful lie and .godly vir
tues might DO instilled into the lives OF he
dear children. l need hard say that tn
lOnx 10 -be-remembertd meeting was an en
tire surprise 10 Mrs. y but none the less ou
J0yed for she remarked TO tire writer tina
"this Is the most pleasant evening OF IN,
life"
The guests were bountifully provided fol
both physically and me1taliY. The enter
tainmsnt throughout was interspersed witt
choice instrumental and vocal music. The
organ was presided oyer by Miss Maggie
daughter OF Ors. q. and tho vocal made u
by tho many guests.
Miss Lille : cotieid, niece OF Mrs. O. beau.
tifully and touchingly read a selection from
Tennyson. But the grande,t feature Of the
entertainment was the reading OF poem,
written by Miss Maggie, eldest daughter OF
our worthy hostess, expressly Tor the Occas
sion, entitled "Uur Mother"
rooUR HoTHRR AT 45.
Dear mother, on this tho anniversary
Uf the day that gave 10 earth,
One Oi tha iaiTest creatures that ever
Smiled In itsJoyoas mirth.
Whose virtues are unnumbered.
whose iauAts we have never seen,
Whose voice IL sweetest music,
VINO rotgDs household queen.
Who e'er was a balm for our bruises,
That chlldh0ods innocence got,
Who e'er was refuge OF comfort,
When youth Derpl> Xities brought.
Who claimed our love and our homsgo,
Who kissed the tears away,
Whe lutned In all our pleasures,
Allow uS to greet you to-day.
As, with the friends around you
and In the name OF tHoSe you own.
We would bring to you on this brthday,
The Offering OF love alone.
Not wealth from tho richest treasures,
Not gifts both costly and rare,
But We bring 70 you an Offering
King might Iel0ico TO wear.
Love from the heart Of Jour hu band,
And friends who are gatheieG here,
And the love and nUbOr, over,
You have IRON your Chiiuren dear,
kuONAh OOutu " JOu IL ihJLl,
Ana its Joys, one h.. OLo,
Ate md III lHe sGNdi E Iuynents,
GOno with each seVUng suG.
And wo sometimes SEQ with sadness
1here ls silver among tne brown,
And tae DrVw OF ctaSs.o 'auty,
"A litio more aged grown.
Yet with age our love grows stronger,
ii y,tt.t Yp,tI
Shle!u you from AiI Iif-'s 0TiaIs
Keep your say forever clear
And II ever sign Of ofimpaiioGCe,
our actions iUr d mOH.OnL SLO4ld show,
Or II We EnOulu seenI 10 forget,
Tue uuty 10 You We 1--WE,
Recall US In tones low and pentis,
10 tue pRLh We awhile had lOsJ,
And may We uaver, IN Llie'o lOnsost hour
A .ethng Vi sadness cost.
May ln!s be but one OF many,
That viii iaLl RON the s,Ote rom OF tIile
To make Jeur home a, d Yeur rreSide,
With mothers love 10 snlle,
and may all that are In the after
Be rlned VIA happtReSs,peace and Joy,
May no sorrow marx Our IGOttepS,
may there be No doubt ~ annoy.
And when tho years have rolled around,
And your Dalr Is snowy white,
May We all be near " comfort,
" hen lie &c ilos into night.
And now, kind Father IN Heaven,
We ewoJld ark thee to hear eur prayer,
And Tor many, naEy years longer,
10 US cur mother SIaIo.
The poem, which was written By Maggie
!. Carpenter, was reGd BY Charles u. Car.
entsr.