The Baptist headlight. (Topeka, Kan.) 1893-1894, 1894-01-25


You can hear through all the heroic
life of Senator Sam Houston the words
of his mother when she in the war OF
1872 put musket in his hand and
said: There, my son, take this and
never disgrace it, for remember had
rather ali nv sons should fill one hon.
orable grave than that one OF them
should turn his back on an enemy TO
and remember, too, that while the
door of nv cottage is open to all brave
men it is always shut against cow
ards" Agrippina, the mother OF Nero,
murderess, you are not surprised tnat
her son was murderer. Give that
child an overdose of catechlsm. ana
make him recite verses OF the Bible as
a punishment and make Sunday bore,
and he will become stout Antagonist |
of Christianity. Impress him with the
kindness and the genlallty ana the
lovliness of religion, and he Will De us
advocate and exemplar for all time ana
eternity.
The Needle Enthroned.
The trouble with Sisera's mother
was that, while sitting at the WINDOW
of my text watching for news OF ner
son from the battlefield, she had the
two bad qualities of being absolute ana
being too fond of personal adornment.
The Bible account says: Her wise
ladies answered her yea. she re-
turned answer to herself: Have they
not sped? Have they not divided the
prev-to every man damsel or two, TO
Sisera a prev of divers colOrs, a prey
of divers colors of needlework, OF d.
vers colors of needlework on both
sides?'" She makes no anxious utter
ance about the wounded in battle, about
the bloodshed, about the dying, about
the dead, about the principles involved
in the battle going on, battle so I'M
portant that the stars and the freshets
| took part. and the clash of swords was
answered by the thunder of the skies.
What she thinks most of is the bright
colors of the wardrobes to be captured
and the needleWork. ITO Sisera prey
of divers colors, a prey of divers cOlors
of needlework, of divers colors OF
needlework on both sides"
An Apostrophe to Mothers.
But if you still press the question,
''Where's mother" | will tell you
where she is not, though once she was
there. Some of you started with her
likeness in your face and her principles
in your soul. But you have cast her
out. That was an awful thing for you
to do, but YOU have done it. That hard.
grinding, dissipated look you never got
from her. If you had seen any one
strike her, you would have struck him
down without much care whether the
blow was just sufficient or fatal; but,
nv boy. YOU have struck her down
struck her innocence from your face and
struck her principles from your soul.
You struck her down. The tent pin
that Jael drove three times into the
skull of Sisera was not so cruel as the
stab you have made more than three
times through your mothers heart
But she is waiting yet, for mothers are
slow to give up their boys-waltlng at
some window on earth or at some win
dow in Heaven. All others may cast
YOU off. Your wife may seek divorce
and have no more patience with you.
Your father may uisinherit you and
! say, "Let him never again darken the
door of our house." But there are two
persons who do not give you up-God
and mother.
How many disappointed mothers
waiting at the window Perhaps the
panes of the window are not great
glass plate, bevel edged and lowered
| over by exquisite lambrequin, but the
window is made OF small panes, would
/ say about six or eight of them. in sum
, mer wreathed with trailing vine and
in winter pictured by the Rapheals oil
, the forest, a real country window. The
} mother sits there knitting, or busy with
her needle on homely repairs, when
7 she looks up and sees coming across
: the bridge of the meadow brook a
} stranger who dismounts in front Oh
the window. He lifts and drops the
t heavy knocker of the farmhouse door
: Come in" is the response. He
gives his name and says, II have
: come on a sad errand." There ii
: nothing the matter with my son in the
CITY, is there?" she asks. "Yes!'
| he says. Your son got into an un.
l fortunate encounter with young mar
f in a liquor saloon last night and i,
. badly hurt. The fact is he cannot get
< well. l hate to tell you all. / an
Y sorry to say he is dead Dead" she
|. cries as she totters back "Oh, my
2 son! my son! my son! Would God
g had died for theen' That is the END
r ing of all her cares and anxieties and
good counsels for that boy. That is her
' pay for her self sacrifices in his behalf
e That is the bad news from the battle
: So the tidings OF derelect or Christian
r sons travel to the windows of earth Oh
: the windows of Heaven at which
. mothers sit.
r But, says some one, ARE you no
Y mistaken about my glorified mothel
= hearing of my evildOing since she
u went away" Says some one else, ''ar'
0 you not mistaken about my glorihet
t mother hearing of my self sacrifice ant
4 moral bravery and struggle TO d.
1 right" No. Heaven and earth ar,
c in constant communication. Their,
c are trains running every five minute
i trains of immortals ascending and de
= = !.