Milford chronicle., 1888-03-02

mother Lois. In our beautiful Greenwood
may we all sleep there when our work il
done, for when get up in the resurrection
morning 1 want my congregation all aboui
me--in Greenwood there is the resting placs
Of George W. Bethune, once a minister Of
Brooklyn Heights bis name never spoheI
among intelligent Americans without sug
gesting two things-eloquence and evangel
ism. In tho same tomb sleeps his grand
mother, Isabella Grnham who was the CHIEF
inspiration Of his ministry. You are mol
surprised at the poetry and pathos and pulpit
power Of tho grandson when you read OF the
! faith and devotion of his wonderful ances
tress. When you read this letter, which she
poured out her widowed soul in longings fol
a sons salvation, you viii not wonder that
succeeding generations have been blessed:
New Yonk, May 20, 1791.-This day my only SOL
left me in btster wringings Of heart; he is again
| launched on the ocean. Gods ocean. The Lord
saved him fgom shipwreck, brought him to my
home and allowed me once more to indulge my
affections over him. He has been with me but O
short time, and in have improved il; he is gone
from my sight and my heart bursts with tumult
uous grief. Lord have mercy on the widows son
''the only son Of his mother"
ask nothing in all this world for him; repeat
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 bardships he nusi
undergo; It is not the dread Of mover seeing hin
more in this world; it is because Icannot discern
/ the fulllluent Of the promise in him. Icannol
discern tho new birth nor its fruit, but every
/ symptom OF captivity to Satan, the world and
self will. This this, is what distresses
me; ard Ia connection with this his being
/ shut out from ordinances at distance
/ from Christians; shut up with those who
/ forget God, profane his name and break his Sab
u 4 "a
| yet are accountable creatures, who must answer
for every moment OF time, and every word,
thought aud action. o Lord. many wonders hast
thou shown me; thy ways Of dealing with me and
mine have not been common ones; add this Won
der to tho rest Cali, convert, regenerato and es-
tablish sailor IN the faith. Lord, all things are
possible with thee; glorify thy Son aud extend
! his kingdom by sea and land; take the prey from
the strong. l roll him over upon thee Many
| friends try to comfort me; miserable cOmforters
arc they GILL; Thou art the God Of consolation;
only confirm to me thy precious word, en- which
thou oausedst me to hope in the day when thou
saidst to me, Leave thy fatheTless children, I
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 a grandmother, would You not
have q right to expect a George W. Bethune'
and all tho thousands converted through his
ministry may date the saving power back to
isabelle, Graham.
God fill the earth and the heavens with
such grandmothers; we must some day 60
up and thank these dear old souls. Surely
God will let cs 20 up and tell then Of tho
results Of their Influence. Among our first
questions IA heaven viii be, "Whcre 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 so straight so dim of eye
through the binding of earthly tears, and
now her eye as clear as heaven, so full Of
aches and pains once and now so agile with
celestial health, the wrinkles blooming
into caTnation roses, and her step like the
roe on the mountains Yes, must sec her,
my grandmother on my fathers side, Mary
Mccoy. descendant of the Scotch. When
first spoke to an audience in Glasgow, Scot
land, and felt somewhat difIident, being a
stranger, I began by telling them my grand
mother was Scotch woman, and then there
went up a shout Of welcome which made me
feel as easy as do here. I must SEQ 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 today. God bless all the aged
women up and down the land and in all
landsl What a happy thing Pomponius
Atticus to say when making the funeral ad-
dress of his mother: 'Though have resided
with her sixty-seven years was never once
reconciled to her. because there never hap
pened the least discord between us, and con-
sequently there was no need Of reconcilia-
tion.n Make it as easy for the old folks as
you can. When they arc sick get for them
the best doctors. Give them your arm when
the streets arc 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 Anticipated. Never say
anything that implies they are in the way.
Make the road for the last mile as smooth as
you can. Oh, myi how you will miss her
when she is gone. 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 she went away. Morning,
noon and night let us 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 Grandmother Lois.
And hand down to others this patrimonyOf
blessing. Pass along the coronents. Make
religion an heirloom from generation to gen
Grafton. Mothers of America, consecrate
yourselves to God and you will help conse-
crate all the ages followingl 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 future / know Martin Luther
was right when he consoled his wife over the
death of their daughter by saying: Don't
take on so, wife, remember that this is hard
world for girls Yes; go further and say;
It is a hard world for women. Aye,
l go further and say: 1t is a hard
world for men. But for all women
and men who trust their bodies aud
souls in the hand Of Christ the shining gates
win soon swing open. Don't you sec the
sickly pallor on the skyi That is the pallor
on the cold cheek Of the diving night. Don't
you see the frightening of the cloudsl That
is tho flush on the warm forehead Of tho
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 "City of the Violet Crown Baalbeck
was called "City Of the Sum- London was
called 1.-The City of Mastsn Lucian's imagi-
nary metropolis beyond the zodiac was called
1.-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
have been harbored after the storm. Aye,
all but the lanterns and the sun, because they
have no need of any other light, since the
Lamb is the light thereof
PERSONAL PARAGRAPHS.