The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1886-04-07

that will cost $500, and you may wear 1t
next week 10 that party" The daughter
took the dress, and she moved In the gay
circles, and the gayest Of the gay. that
night; and, sure enough, all religious im-
pressions were gone, and she stopped
praying. A few months after she came to
die, and In her closing moments said;
"Mother, I wish you would bring me that
dress that cost $780," The mother thought
IL very strange request, but she brought
IL to please the dying child. "Now," said
the daughter, "mother, hang that dress on
the foot OF my bed," and the dress was
hung there, on the foot of the bed. Then
the dying girl got up on one elbow and
looked at her mother and then pointed to
the dress and said: "Mother, that dress is
the price Of my soulW Oh, what mo-
mentous thing 1t Is to he a mothery
4. Again, and lastly, Hannah stands
before you the rewarded mother. For all
the coats she made for Samuel, for all the
prayers she offered for him, for the dis
cipline exerted over him. she got abund-
ance compensation In the piety and the
usefulness and the popularity Of her son
Samuel, and that Is true in all ages. Every
mother gets full pay for all the prayers
and tears In behalf of her children. That
man useful In commercial life; that man
prominent in a profession; that master
mechanic-why, every step he takes In life
has an echo of gladness in the old heart
that long ago taught him to be Christian,
and heroic and earnest.
The story of what you have done. or
what you have written, or the influence
you have exerted, has gone back TO the old
homestead-for there is some one always
ready TO carry good tidings, and that story
makes the needle in the old mothers
tremulous hand fly quicker, and the fail
in the fathers hand comes down upon the
barn floor with more vigorous thump.
Parents love to hear good news from their
children. Do you send them good news
alwaysr
Look out for the young man who speaks
| OF his father as "the Governor" "the
Squire" or the told chap" Look out for
the young woman who calls her maternal
ancestor the "old woman" "The eve
that mocketh at his father, and refuseth to
obey his mother, the ravens OF the valley
shall pick 1t out, and the young eagles
shall eat It,"
God grant that all these parents may
have the great satisfaction OF seeing their
children grow up Christians. But oh the
pang Of that mother who, after a life oi
street. gadding and gossip-retailing, hang
ing on the children the fripperies and fol-
| lies of this world, sees those children
tossed out on the sea Of life like foam Oh
the wave, or nonentities in world where
only bravery and stalwart character car
stand the shockl But blessed be tht
mother who looks upon her children al
sons and daughters Of the Lord Almighty
Obi the satisfaction Of Hannah in seeing
Samuel serving at the altar; Of Mothe
Eunice In seeing her Timothy learned il
the Scriptures. That is the mothers recon-
pense, to see children coming up useful II
the world, reclaiming the lost, healing th
sick, plying the ignorant, earnest anC
useful in every sphere. That throws a new
light back ON the old family Bible when
ever she reads IL, and that will be oint
ment to the the aching limbs Of decrep
itude, and light up the closing hours o
life's day with the glories Of an autumna
sunset.
There she sits, the old Christian mother
ripe for heaven. Her eyesiRht is almos
gone, but the splendors Of the Celestia
City kindles up her vision. The graz
light Of Heavens morn has struck throug
the gray locks which she folded bac
over the wrinkled temples. She stoop
very much now under the burden o
care she used TO carry for her children
She sits at home, too old TO find her wa,
to the house Of God; but while she sit
there, all the past comes back, and tn
children that forty years ago trippet
around her arm chair with their griefs
and Toys and sorrows-those children ar
gone now. Some caught up into bette
realm, where they shall never die, ant
others out in the broad world, testing th
excellency Of Christian mothers disci
pline. Her last days are full Of peace
and calmer and sweeter will her spirit be
come, until the gates Of life shall lift ant
let In the worn out pilgrim into eterna
springtide and youth, where the limb
never ache and the eyes never grow dim
and the staff OF the exhausted and decrepi
pilgrim shall become the palm Of the i'm
mortal athlete.