The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1888-03-08

myrn ng want ny congregation all about
ms--in Greenwood there Is the reBting-
place of George W. Bethune, once q min
lister of Brooklyn Heights, his name never
spoken among intelligent Americans with
out suggesting two things-eloquence and
evangelism. In the same tomb sleeps his
grandmother, Isabella Graham, who was
the chief inspiration of his ministry. You
are not surprised at the poetry and pathos
and pulpit power of the grandson when you
read of the faith and devotion Of his won
derful ancestress. When YOU read this
| letter, in which she poured ont her
widowed soul IN loncings for a sons saliva
ton, you will not wonder that succeeding
generations have been blessed:
NEW YORK, May 90 l79l.-This day my only
son left mo in bitter wringings Of heart; he is
again launched on the ocean, Gods ocean. The
Lord saved him from shipwreck, brought him to
my home, and allowed me once more to indulge
my affections over him. He has been with me
but short time, and i'll have improved it hs
is gone from my sight and my heart bursts with
tumultuous grief. Lord have mercy the
widows son. -th0 only son Of his mother"
ask nothing in all this world for him re-
peat my petition, save his soul alive, give him
salvation from sin. 1t is not the danger Of the
seas that distresses me it is not the hardships
he must undergo;it is not the dread Of never
seeing him more in this world it Is because I
cannot discern the fulfllment OF the promise in
him. cannot discern the new birth nor its
the world and self will This this is what dis
tresses me and in connection with this his
being shut out from ordinances at distance
from Christians shut up with those who forg {
God profane His name and break His SGbbaths
men who often live and die like beasts, yet are
accountable creatures, who must answer for
every moment of time and every word thought,
and action. Oh Lord many wonders hast thou
shown me thy ways Of dealing with me and
mine have not been common ones; add this
wonder to the re It. Call, convert, regenerate,
things are possible with thee; glorify thy son
and extend His kingdom by sea and land; take
the prey from the strong. roll him over upon
thee. Many friends try to comfort me miser-
able comforters are they ALL Thou art the God of
cJn5olation; only confirm to me thy precious
word, on which thou causedst me to hope in the
day when thou sadst to me, Leave thy father
less children, will preserve them alive" Only
let this life be spiritual life and put blank
in thy hand as to all temporal things.
wait for thy salvation. Amen.
With such grandmother would you not
have a right to expect q George W.
Bethune? and all the thousands convicted
through his ministry may date the saving
power back to Isabella Graham.
God fill the earth and the heavens with
such grandmothers; we must some day go
up and thank these dear old souls. Surely
God will let us go up and tell them of the
results of their influence. Among our first
questions in Heaven will be: "Where is
grandmother" They will point her out,
for we would hardly know her even if we
had seen her on earth, so bent over with
years once and there 80 straight, so dim of
| eye through the binding of earthly tears
| and now her eyes as clear as Heaven, so
| full of aches and pains once and now so
agile with celestial health the wrinkles
blooming into carnation roses, and her
step like the roe in the mountains. Yes, l
must see her, my grandmother on my
] pofh 1il mt nf
the Scotch. When first spoke to an audi
ence in Glasgow, Scotland, and felt some
what diftident, being a stranger, began
! by telling them my grandmother was q
| Scotchwoman, and then there went up
shout of welcome which made me feel as
easy as do here. Imust see her.
You must see those women of the early
| Nineteenth century and of the Eighteenth
century, the answer of whose prayers is in
| your welfare to-day. God bless all the
| aged women up and down the land and in
all landsl What happy thing Pomponius
! Atticus says when making the funeral
ADDRESS OF his mother: Though l have
resided with her sixty years [ was
never once recOnciled to her, because there
never happened the least discord between
us, and consequently there was no need of
| reconciliation" Make it as easy for the
old folks as you can. When they are sick
| get for them the best doctors. Give them
| your arm when the streets are slippery.
Stay with them all the time you can. Go
home and see the old folks. Find the place
| for them in the hymn book. Never be
ashamed if they prefer styles of apparel
little antiquated. Never say anything that
implies they are in the way. Make the
road for the last mile as smooth as you
can. Oh, my! how you will miss her when
she is gone. l would give the house
from over my head TO see mother.
have so many things would like to tell
her, things that have happened in the
twenty four years since Fhe went away.
Morning, noon, and night let rs thank
| God for the good influences that have
come down from good mothers all the way
back. Timothy, don't forget your Mother
Eunice, and don't forget your Grand
mother Lois. And hand down to others
this patrimony of blessing. Pass along
the coronets. Make religion an heirloom
| from generation to generation. Mothers
| of America, consecrate yourselves to God
and you Will help consecrate all the ages
following! Do not dwell so much on your
hardships that you miss your chance of
welding an influence that shall look down
upon you from the towers OF an endless fu-
! ture. l know Martin Luther was right
| when he consoed his wife over the death
| OF tnelr uauBnler Dy sHylnB. ION Jake
on so, wife; remember that this is a hard
world for girls" Yes; l go further and
say: 1t is a hard world for women. Aye,
1 60 further and say: 1t is a hard world
for men. But for all women and men
who trust their bodies and souls in the
hand of Christ the shining gates will soon
swing open. Don't you see the sickly
pallor on the sky? That is the pallor on
the cold cheek of the dying night. Don't
you see the Frightening of the clouds?
| That is the flush on the warm forehead of
the morning. Cheer up, you are coming
within sight of the Celestial City.
Cairo, capital of Egypt was called "City
of Victory" Athens, capital of Greece, was
called getty of the Violet Crown" Baal-
beck was called "City of the Sum-" London
was called "The City of Masts;" Lucians
imaginary metropolis beyond the Zodiac
was called "The City of Lanterns" But
the city to which you journey hath all
these in one-the victory, the crowns, the
masts OF those That fave been 6drbored
after the storm. Aye, all but the lanterns
and the sun, because they have no need of
any other light since tbs Lamb is the light
thereof.