Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-12-28

! unexplained way, the child Jesus might
/ have been found I'm some comfortable cradle
/ of the village. But no, mol Motherhood fol
all time WIS 90 be consecrated, and one oil
/ the tenderest relations was to be the nat
1 ternal relation, and one of the sweetest
/ words, Mother" In all ages God haas
| honored good motherhood John Wesley
had a good mother ST. Bernard had a good
mother, Samuel Budget a good mother
Doddridge good mother Walter Scott a
good mother, Benjamin West good
mother
In great audience, most of whom were
Christians, asked that all those who had
been blessed of Christian mothers arise,
and almost the entire assembly stood up.
Don't you see how important it is that all
motherhood be consecrated? Why did
Titan the Italian artist, when he sketched
the Madonna, make it an Italian face?
Why did Rubens, the German artist, in
his Madonna, make it a German face?
Why did Joshua Reynolds, the English
artist, in his Madonna, make it an English
face? Why did Murillo, the Spanish artist,
in his Madonna, make it a Spanish face? /
never heard but | think they took their
own mothers us the type of Mary, the
mother of Christi When you hear some
one, in sermon or Grafton, speak in the alb
stract of a good, faithful, honest mother
your eyes fill 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! mother" 1t matters
not whether she was brought up in the sur
roundings of city, and in afluent home,
and was dressed appropriately with refer
ence TO the demands of modern life, or
whether she wore the old time cap and
great round spectacles, and apron of her
own make, and knit your socks with her
own needles, seated by the broad fireplace,
with great black logs ablaze on a winter
night. 1t matters not how many wrinkles
crossed and recrossed her face, or how
much her shoulders stopped with the bur-
dens of u long life, if you painted a Ma
donna, hers would be the face. What a
gentle hand she had when we were sick,
and what "A voice to soOth pain, and was
there any one who could so fill up a room
with peace and purity and light? And
what a 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 your old place, and as ten or
twenty or fifty years ago come and open
the old Bible as you used to- read and lneel
in the same place where you used to pray,
and look upon us as of old, when You
wished us a merry Christmas or a happy
New Year. But no! That would not be
fair to call you back. You had troubles
enough and aches enough and bereave-
ments enough while you were here larry
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 glori-
fed 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 far and
with many hcartbreak since you left
them, and you do well to call from the
heights of heaven to the valleys of earth:
Hail, enthroned ancestry We are coming
Keep place right beside you at the ban
quot.
SLOW footed years! More swiftly run
Into the gold of that unselting sun;
Homesick we are for thee
Calm land beyond the sea.