Telegram-herald., 1891-12-28

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has i,ssa found In some oosafortAble cradle
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ell tssns was 60 te eocsscrsted. and one u
TIE teneerezs resAx;ens was 70 be the RIA
tespA! relation, aaa enc u the sweetest
sorts. -Aotaer" In all ages God aas
loHorea good motherhood john Wesley
had good mother, 81. Bernard had go<-d
nlutasv. Samuel Budget good nosksr,
DoddElcge good mo<her, Waiter Scott a
good mother. Benjamin West god
Enotfer.
Ia = great audience, most IT whom wers
ChIiss lses, / askci that all those who had
been blessed u Christian mothers arise,
and alsaost the entire assembly stood up.
Doa't YOU Sc how important it Is that all
motherhood Be oonsecrateds Why did
Titan. the Italian artist, when he sketek1<l
the Madonna make it an Italian face,
Why did Rabens. the German Artiss. in
his Asdonaa. maze il a German face'
Why did Joshua Reynolds, the ERsli
artist. Ia his Madonna. make it an English
facei Why did Murilio. the Spanish artist.
in his Madonna. make IL a Spanish facss
never heard but ! think they took their
own mssthers as the type Of Mary. the
mother OF Chriar When you hear some
one, in sermon or oratioa, speak in the alb
stract OF a good, faithful. honest mother,
your eyes fll up with tears while you say
to yourself. THAT was my mother"
THE GLORY OF MOTHERHOOD.
The first word . child utters Is apt to be
Mother" and the old man in his dying
dream calls Mother. motherr' II matters
not whether she was brought up in the sur
roundiagx of = city. and in afiuent home,
and was dressed appropriately with refer
ence To the demands Of modern life, or
whether she wore the old time cs-p and
great round spsctacles. and apron Of her
own MAKE, and knit your socks with her
own nssiies. seated by the broad fireplace.
with great black logs ablaze on . winter
night. II matters not how many wrinkles
crossed and rccrossed her face, or how
much her shoulders stopped with the bur
dens of a long life. II you painted Ma
donna, hers would be the face. What a
gentle hand she had when we were sick,
end what voice to sooth pain. and waz
there any one who could 10 ill up a room
with peace and purity and light And
what sad day that was when we came
home and she could greet us not. for her
lips were forever still.
Come back. mother, this Christmas day
and take yoEr old place. and IS ten or
twenty or ffry years ago como and open
the old Bible as you used to; read and kneel
in the same place where yoa used TO pray.
and look upon us as Of old, when you
wished us q merry Christmas or q happy
fair to call you back. You had troubles
enough and aches enough and bercave-
ments enough while you werc here. Tarry
by the throne. mother, till we join you
there, your prayers all answered. and in
the eternal homestead of our God we shall
again keep Christmas jubilee together.
But speak from your thrones all you gl0ri-
fled mothers, and say to all these, your
sons and daughters, words Of love, words
Of warning, words OF cheer. They need
your voice. for they have travelled Ear and
them, and you do we'll to call from the
heights Of heaven to the valleys Of earth:
Hail, enthroned ancestry We are coming.
Keep place right beside you ut the ban
qaet.
Slow footed years! Moro swiftly run
Into tho gold OF that unsetting sun;
Hornesick we are for thee.
Gala land beyond the sea-