The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1882-12-07

In the solemn DlIth EoUE Il F'-CS 1871
straight from the skies into that home
! ayipc. Take this child and nurse I'll
I for me, and I will give thee wages.
+ When angels If God at nlghtiall hoy
err over that dwelling do they hear
/ the little ones lisp the name Of Jusus?
J Q traveller for eternity, with your lit
tic ones gathered up under your
robes, are you sure you are on the
right road, or are you leading them
on dangerous and winding bridle~
path of which their inexperienced
feet may slip, and up which comes
the bowling Of the wolf and the sound
Of loosening ledge and tunibling ava
lanehv? Blessed the family altar
where the children kneell Blessed the
cradle VII IRE the Christian mother
rocks the Christian child! Blessed the
song the little one sings at nightfall
when sleep is closing the eyes and
loaseuing the hand from the to yon
the pillow! Blessed the mothers heart
whose every throb is prayer to
God for the salvation of her children
The world grows old, and soon the
the stars will cease to illuminate if !,
and the heritage to clothe it, and the
mouutsins to guard it, and the waters
10 refresh It, and the heavens to over
span it, and the long story of It's sin
and shame and glory and trial will
turn into ashes; but parentsl influences
starting in the early home, will roll
on and up into the great eternity,
blooming in all the joy, waving in all
the triumph, exulting in all the song
of heaven, or grooming in all the
pain and shrinking back into all the
shame and frowning in all the dark
ness ofthc great pr;son-house. Oh,
father! Oh, mother! In what direction
is you influence tending?
1 verify believe that three-fourths
of the wickeduess of the great city
runs out rank and putrid from undis-
ciplined homes Sometimes 1 know
there is an exception. From bright
beautiful, cheerful Christian home
usband CT a son will so off TO die.
How long YOU have had that boy IN
your prayer? He does not know what
tears you have she'd. lie knows moth
ing about the sloepless nights you
! have passed about him. He started
on the downward road, and will not
stop, call you never SO tenderly. Oh!
it is hard; it is very hard after having
expended so much kindness and care
to get such pay of ingratitude. There
is many young man proud OF his
mother who'd strike intothe dust the
bastard who would dare to do her
wrong, whose hand this morning by
his first step in sin is sharpening dag
ger to plunge through that mothers
heart saw it, The telegram sum
moned him. l saw him come in,
SCARED and bloated, 10 look upon
the lifeless form of his mother those
gray locks pushed lack over the
wrinkled brow he had whitened by
his waywardness. Those eyes had
rained floods Of tears over his iniqui-
ty that still white hand had written
many loving letter of counsel and
fnvitotion lie had broken hat old
heart When he came in he threw
himeslf on fhe coffin and sobbed out
right and cried: ''Mother! Mother"
but the lips that kissed him il infan-
cy and that had spoken so kindly on
other days when he came home spake
not They were sealed forever, Rath-
er than such "A memory OH my SOU
/ would have rolled on me ow the
Alps and the Himalayas. "The eye
that uoIketh its father and refused to
obey its mother the ravens of the vail
ley shall pick out and the young ca
giles shall eat it.