The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1892-04-21
ing of from the plam tree ofbis nhvsic n,

strength and manly form branches TO
,hrow in the path way OF bis household,
It has cost him muscle and brain and
health and eyeslght, and there have
been twisted off more years from his life
han any mau in the crowd on the fam.
BUS Palm Sunday twisted Of branches
rom the PLAN trees on the road from
Bethpage to Jerusalem.
What makes that mother look so
much older than she really is? You saw
she ought not yet to have one gray line
in her hair. The truth is the family
was not always as well of as now. Tie
married pair had a hard struggle at the
start. Examine the tips of the foretin-
ger and thumb of her right hand they
will ;ell you the story OF the needle that
was piled day in and day out. Yea,
look at both her hands, and they will
tell the story OF the time when she did
her own work, her own mendinn and
scrubblng and washing.
Yea, look into the lace and read Lbe
story oG scarlet fevers and croups and
midnight watchings, when none but
God and herself in that house were
awake, aud then the burials and the
loneliness atterward, which wa. more
eXhaustlns than the preceding watching
mad been, aud no one now to put to bed.
Low lair she once was, and as graceful
as the palm tree, but all the branches
OF her strength and beauty were long
ago torn Off and thrown into the path
way of her household.
Alas! that sons and daughters, thcm-
selves so straight and graceful and cdu-
Gated, should ever forget that they arc
walking today over the fallon strength
OF an industrious and honored parent
age. a little ashamed, arc YOU. at
their unSrammatical utlerancc? IL was
through their sacrifices that you learned
accuracy Of speech. DO yon lose patti
cnce with them bcCau,e they are little
qucrulods and complaining?
guess you have forgotten how oueru-
lous and complaining you were when
you were getting over that whooyno
cough or that intermittent fever. 4 ht-
tle annoyed, arc you, because her hear
ing Is poor and you have to tell her
something twice? She was not always
hard OF he airing. When you were two
years old your first call for drink at
midnight woke her from a sound slccp
as quick as any one will wakcn at the
trumpet call of The resurrection.
On, my young lady, what is that un
der the sole Of your fine shoes? 1t il a
PLAN Leaf which was torn of the tree of
maternal fidelity. Young merchant.
young lawyer, young journalist, young
mechanic, with good salary aud iiue
clothes and refined surroundings, have
yon forgotten what Il time your Ia ther
had that wintor, after the summers
crops had tailcd through drouYh,s or
Hoods or locust, aud how he wore his
ola coat too long and made his old hat
40, thAt he might keep you at school or
college: What is that, my young man, ,
under your fine boot to-day, the boot
that so well tits your toot, such boot
as your father could never afford to
wear?
1t must be- leaf from The palm tree
OF your tather's self sacrifices. Do not
be ashamed of him when he come to
town, and because his manners are n lit.
tie Old fashioned try to smusyle him in
and smuxYle him out, but call in your
best friends and take him 10 the house of
God and introduce him to your pastor
and say, This Is my father" If he
had kept for himself the advantages
which he gave you he would be as we'll
educated and as well gotten up as YOU.
When In the English parliamenta q piem-
Der was making great speech that was
unahswcrable lord dersively cried out
~ remember you when YOU blackened
my fathers boot's" "Yes," replied
the men, "and did l not do it wellYn
Never be ashamed Of your carly sur
roundlngs. Yes, yes, all the green
leaves we walk over were torn olr some
palm tree.
have cultivated the habit offorget-
ting the unpleasant things of life, and |
chiefly remember hesmooth tnings, and
as lar a. remember now my lie has
tor the most part moved on over road
solt with green leaves. They were torn
OIL two palm trees that stood at the start
OF the road. The prayers, the Christian
example, the good advice, tho hard
work OF my father and mother. How
they toiled! Their fingers were knotted
with hard work. Their foreheads were
wrlnklcd with many cares. Their backs
stopped from carrying our burdens.
They long ago went into sumber
among their kindred and friends on the
banks of tho Rarit9n, but tho intluen.
ces they threw in the way of their chill
dron are yet green as leaves the moment
they are plucked from a palm tree, and
we feel them on our brow and under
our feet, and they will strew all the way
until we lie down in the same slumbcr.
Self sacrifice! What a thrilling word.
Glad am that our world has so many
specimens of it. The sailor boy on
shlpboard was derided because he would
not fight or gamble. and they called him
Il coward. But when child fell over.
board and no one else was ready to help
the derided sailor leaped into the sea
and. though the waves were rough, the
sailor swimming with one 2rm, carried
the child on the other arm till rescued
and were lifted into safety, and the cry
OF coward ceased and all huZzaed at the
scene Of daring and self sacrifice.
When recently Captain Burton, the
great author, died, he left scientific
book in manuscript, which he expected
would be his wife's fortune. lie often
told her so. He said, "This will make
you independent and ailluent after am
gone" lie suddenly died, and it was
expected that the wife would publish
the book. One publisher told her he
could himself make out of it 100000.