The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-12-28

no. mol Motherhood for all time was 20 be
consecrated, and one Of the tenderest rela-
tions was TO be the maternal relation, and
one of the sweetest words, "moLheF." In
all ages God has honored good mother
hood. John Wesley had good mother;
Samuel Budget, a good mother; Doddridge.
a good mother: Walter Scott, a good
mother; Benjamin West, a good mother,
In a great audience. most Of whom were
Christians, l asked that all those who had
been blessed of Christian mothers to arise.
and almost the entire assembly stood up.
Don't you see how important it is that all
motherhood be consscrated? Why did
Titan, the Italian artist. when he skstched
the Madonna, make il an Italian facei
Why did Rubens, the German artist. in
his Madonna, make it a German facet
Why did Joshua Reynolds, the English
artist, iu.:his Madonna, make it an English
facet Why did Murillo. the Spanish artist,
in his Madonna, make il a Spanish facet l
never heard, but think they took their
own mothers as the type OF Mary. the
mother of Christ. " hen you hear some
one, in sermon or Grafton, speak in the alb
stract of a good, faithful. honest mother.
your eyes I'LL up with tears, while you say
to yourself. that was my mother"
The first word a child utters Is apt 10 be
mother" and the old man. in his dying
dream, calls Mother, motherW IL matters
not whether she was brought up in the sur
roundings Of city. and in affluent home,
and was dressed appropriately with refer
ence to the demands OF modern life. or
whether she wore the old time cap, aud
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 log ableze, on a winter
night. It matters not how many wrinkles
crossed and recrossed her face, or how much
| her shoulders stopped with the burdens Of q
long life, If you painted a Madonna, 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 q room with peace, and
| purity, and lightl And what sad day
shat was when we came home and she could
| greet us not, for hcr 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
kneel in the same place where you used to
pray, and look upon US as of old when you
wished us Merry Christmas or q 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 glorifed
mothers, and say to all these. your sons and
daughters, words of love, words of warn
ing, words of cheer. They need your voice,
for they have travelled far and with many
heart-break since you left them, and you
do well to call from the nights Of heaven to
the valleys of earth. Hail, enthroned an
cestryl We are coming. Keep a place
right beside you at the banquet.
| Slow-footed years! More swiftly run
Into the gold of that unsetting sun,
| Homesick we are for thee.
Calm land beyond the sea.