The Durham recorder. [volume] (Durham, N.C.) 1879-19??, 1892-06-15
Telling a story


meeting in Brooklyn in 1875, we
CLEAN the following from an old
New York Sun. There are some
things that are old, and are not
worth publishing, but THE Re-
IcoRDER believes that it is well
/ to reproduce some things that
ire past, for it may help the
rising generation. Mr.. Moody
told the following:
tin my own family, when /
was a boy only four years old,
my father diea, ard then, be-
cause misfor mes never come
slngly, my mother grew sick,
and a little later her eldest son
ran away from home. That was
a blow that almost killed his
mother, but IN time she grew
strong and wsll, though there
was a hungry look in her eyes
that was never satisfied. Sjhe
used to taJk with her children
fer hours about their father, but
when she spoke Of her boy she
wept. She feared that he was
in sickness or in danger, and.
would have been glad TO know
that he was dead. Not a day
that she did not pray for him;
not a child that was left to her
SO dear as the enc that was lost;
not a feast day in the year that
a vacant chair was not placed
for him at the table, and not a
day that her dim eyes did not
look anxiously down the road
Yet she saw nothing At last,
one summer afternoon, after her
hair had been ray for years,
she was sitting on the eastern
porch, when . great bearded
man came strollng through the
orchard toward her. LIN him she
did not recogni1s her son until
he stoed close I her, with tears
streaming from his eyes over
his beard. Then with a cry she
was on his breast, with her
withered arms about his neck,
and she sobbes, My son, my
son, are you home again?v Not
home, mother, he replied, 'un-
til you say that YOU forgive me-
Do you suppose there was hag-
Cling over terms theres Do you
suppose the mothers heart
could grow cold agarn? Ne!n
In this connection, we copy
"a few thoughts" from "Star.
light" in New Journal; though
it is a little of from what the
great Moody relas5d, still it runs
in that chandIe-it touches a
tender spot in the human heart:
els it possible that a word
once spoken can never be, re-
called, but wings its way to'the
eternal throne. Aye, our Thoughts
are known in Heaven. A word
once spoken hastens down the
yistas Of the ages! Acts done
are registered with the past new
er to be undone. The whole
course in life of some people has
been changed by just a few
kind encouraging words or may
be some single act Of kindness
and good cheer
"Itis an awful ing to review
the pages, some blotted and
blurred with wrong-doings Of
our lives and realize that the
record Of the deeds done on
earth will be used in judgment
hereafter;oh! whata tremendous
thought that man may receive
according as he hath done.
Again, it matters not how NOR
al in outward life, how upright
in our dealings with men, how
much money is given 70 the
Church and charitable objects,
or how kind to the poor, no mat
ter the crimes committed the
one thing needful is to accept
Christ as our Saviour or the
soul shall be lost forever. Trust
in Christ means that the storms
Of life shall beat only for a
time.
IAN investment in politeness
yields a silent increase. It is a
common thought that this love-
liest grace belongs to woman
illness and manliness alike.
Politeness is the grandest thing
in life that requires the least
sacrifice. Ii lightens labor,
.purifies the heart, soothes
woundedfeslings, inspires kind
ly sentiments and gives a beau.
tiful coloring 60 life. The rank
Of politness is universal. Ev.
erybody can possess 1.-THE poor
boy as well as the silk-dress girl
"Pleasantness in manner and
speech makes intercourse a.
lmong'st fellow beings sunshine
TO the heart.
"Honest courtesy is by just
merit the crowning virtue Of So
ciety. IL lifts the human heart
like silver oratory and rivals in
beauty the grandeur of the
brightest star!
"The world should be the bet.
ter for our living in it. The
reasunablenpss of this state the