Connecticut western news., 1892-12-08

Hull bound for Dundee. After the yes sel had been out little while the winds began to rave and pillows rise until tempest was upon them. The vessel leaked, and the fires went out, and though the sails were hoisted fore and aft she went speeding toward the breakers. She struck with her bows foremost on the rock. The vessel parted. Amid the whirlwind and the darkness all were lost but nine. These chung to the wreck on the beach.
 Sleeping that night in Longstone lighthouse was girl of gentle spirit and comedy countenahce. As the morn ing dawns I see that girl standing amid the spray and tumult of contend ing elements looking through glass upon the wreck and the nine wretched sufferers. She proposes to her father to take boat and put out across the wild sea to rescue them. The father says: Ut cannot be donei Just look at the tumbling surfP' But she persisted, and with her father bounds into the boat. Though never accustomed to plying the oar, she takes one and her father u 9 other. Steady nowl Pull away! Pull awayl
 7 The sea tossed up the boat as though it were bubble, but amid the foam and the wrath of the sea the wreck was reached, the exhausted people picked up and saved. Humane societies rendered their thanks. Wealth poured into the lap of the poor girl. Visitors from all lands came to look on her sweet face, and when soon after she launched forth on a dark sea, and Death was the oars- man, dukes and duchesses and migh 7 men sat down in tears in Alnwick castle to think they never again might see the face of Grace Darling.
 THE BATTLE WITH SIN.
 No such deeds of daring will probably be asked of you, but hear you not tie howl of that awful storm of trouble ar sin that hath tossed ten thousand shi = cred hulks into the breakers? Know you not that the whole earth is strew with the shipwrecked-that there are wounds to be healed and broken hearts to be bound and drowning souls to be rescued? Some have gone down, and
  ing to the wreck, are shivering with the cold, are strangling in the wave, are crying to you for deliverance. Will you not, oar in hand, put out today from the lighthouse?
 When the last ships timber shall have been rent, and the last Longstone bea- con shall have been thundered down in the hurricane, and the last tempest shall have folded it's wings, and the sea itself shall have been licked up by the tongue of all consuming fire, the crowns of eter- nal reward shall be kindling into bright CT glory on the brow of the faithful. And Christ, pointing to the inebriate that you reformed, and the dying sinner whom you taught to pray, and the out cast whom you pointed to God for shel- ter, will say: "You did it to themi You did it to mei'
 Again, the scene of the text impresses upon us the strength of maternal attach ment. Not many men would have had courage or endurance for the awful mission of Rizpah. To dare the rage of wild beasts, and sit from May to Octo- Der unsheltered, and to watch the corpses of unburied children, was a work that nothing but the maternal heart could have accomplished. It needed more strength than to stand before opened batteries or to walk in calmness the deck of foundering steamer. a
 There is no emotion so completely un- selfish as maternal affection. Conjugal love expects the return of many kind nesses and attentions. FiIial love eI- poets paternal care or is helped by the memory of past watchfulness. But the strength of mothers love is entirely independent of the past and the future,. and is, of all emotions, the purest. The child has done nothing in the past to earn kindness, and in the future it may grow up to maltreat its parent, but still from the mothers heart there goes forth inconsumable affection.
 Abuse cannot offend it; neglect can not chill it; time cannot efface it; death cannot destroy it. For harsh words it has gentle chiding; for the blow it has benefcent ministry; for neglect it has increasing watchfulness. It weeps at the prison door over the incarcerated prodigal, and pleads for pardon at the governors feet, and is forced away by compassionate friends from witnessing the struggles of the gallows. Other lights go out, but this burns on without extinguishment, as in a gloom struck night you may see a single star, one of Gods pickets, with gleaming bayonet of light guarding the outposts of heaven.
 The Marchioness of Spadara, when the earthquake at Messina occurred, was carried out insensible from the falling houses. On coming to her senses she found that her infant had not been rescued. She went back and perished in the ruins. Illustration of ten thousand mothers who in as many different ways have sacrificed themselves for their children.
 BE KIND TO THE AGED PARENT.
 Oh, despise not a mothers lovel If heretofore you have been negligent of such one, and you have still oppor- tunity for reparation, make haste. If you could only just look in for an hours visit to her, you would rouse up in the aged one whole world of blissful mem ories. What if she does sit without ts.lking muchp She watched you for many months when you knew not how to talk at all. What if she has many ailments to tell aboutr During fifteen years you ran to her with every little scratch and bruise, and she doctored your little finger as carefully as sur geon would bind the worst fracture.
 You say she is childish now; wonder if she ever saw you when you were childish. You have no patience to walt with her on the street, she moves so slowly; wonder if she remembers the time when you were glad enough to go slowly. You complain at the expense of providing for her now; I wonder what your financial income was from one year to ten years of age. Do not begrudge