Connecticut western news., 1896-07-23

A-A 4 in commercial life. that man prominent in the profession. that master mechanic why. every step he takes in life has an echo of gladness in the old heart that long ago taught him to be Christian and heroic and earnest The story of what you have done or what you have writ ten, of the influence you have exerted, has gone back to the old homestead-for there is some one always ready to carry good tidings-and that story makes the needle in the old mothers tremulous hand fly quicker and the fail in the fathers hand come down upon the barn floor with more vigorous thump Par ents love to hear good news from their children Do you send them good news always? Look out for the young man who speaks of his father as the "gov- ernor, !" the squire" or the ''old chap" Look out for the young woman who calls her mother her maternal an cestor" or the "old woman " ''The eye that mocketh at his father and refuseth to obey his mother the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it God grant that all these parents may have the great satis- faction of seeing their children grow up Christians
 Bus oh, the pang of that mother who. after life of street gadding and gossip retailing, hanging on her children the fripperies and follies of this world. sees those children tossed out on the sea of life like foam on the wave or nonenti- ties in a world where only brawny and stalwart character can stand the shockl But blessed be the mother who looks upon her children as sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty Oh, the satisfac- ton of Hannah in seeing Samuel serv- ing at the altar; of Mother Eunice in seeing her Timothy learned in the Scriptures. That is the mothers recom- pense-to see children coming up useful in the world, retaining the lost, heal ing the sick, pitying the ignorant ear nest and useful in every sphere. That throws a new light back on the old family Bible whenever she reads it and that will be ointment to soothe the ach- ing limbs of decrepitude and light up the closing hours of hfe's day with the glories of an autumnal sunset.
 There she sits-the old Christian mother-ripe for heaven Her eyesight is almost gone, but the splendors of the celestial city kindle up her vision The gray light of heavens morn has struck through the gray locks which are folded back over the wrinkled temples She stoops very much now under the burden of care she used to carry for her ohil- dren- She sits at home today. too old to find her way to the house of God; but while she sits there, all the past comes back, and the children that 40 years ago dropped around her armchair with their little griefs and joys and sorrows those children are all gone now some caught up into 8 better realm. where they shall never die, and others out in the broad world, attesting the excellence of a Christian mothers dis cipline. Her last days are full of peace, and calmer and sweeter will her spirit become, until the gates of life shall lift and let the wornout pilgrim into eternal springtide and youth. where the limbs never ache and the eyes never grow dim and the staff of the exhausted and decrepit pilgrims shall become the palm of the immortal athlete.