Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1896-07-29

all the gay that night; and sure enou Oh.
all religious Impressions were gone,
and she stopped praying. A few months
after she came TO die. and, in her C. os-
ing moments, said: Mother, wish Gu
would bring me that dress that st
$780, The mother thought IL was 4
very strange request, but she brought
it to please the dying child. Now"
said the daughter, mother, hang that
dress on the foot OF my bed;" and the
dress was hung there, on the foot Of
the bed. Then the dying girl got mp
on one elbow and looked at her mother
and then pointed to the dress and said:
Mother, that dress is the price OF my
soul!' o, what "a momentous thing l.
Is to be mother.
Again, and lastly: Hannah stands be.
fore you to-day, the rewarded mother.
For all the coats she made for Samuel;
for all the prayers she offered for him;
for the discipline she exerted over him,
she got abundant compensation in the
plety and the usefulness and the popu.
larity of her son Samuel; and that is
true in all ages. Every mother gets
full pay for all the prayers and
tears in behalf of her children. That
man useful in commercial life; that
man prominent in the professions; that
master mechanically, 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 Won
| have done or what you have written. OF
| the influence you have excrted. has zone
back to the old homestead. For there
is someone always ready TO carry good
tidings-and that story makes the
| needle in the old mothers tremulous
hand fly quicker and the fail i'm the
| fathers hand comes down upon the
barn floor with a more vigorous thumb.
| Parents love to hear good news from
their children. Do you send them
good news always? Look ont for the
young man who speaks of his father as
the governor" the Squire" or the
''old chap"
Look out for the young woman who
calls her mother her maternal ances-
tor" or the odd woman" The eve
that mocllcth at his father and rcfuscth
to obey his mother, the ravens of tho
valley shall pick it out, and the young
eagles shall eat it," God grant that all
these parents may have the great salts
faction of seeing their children grow up
Christians. But, oh, the pang of that
mother who, after life of street rad
ding and gossip retailing, hanging ON
children the tripperies and follics of
TINS world, sees those children tossed
out on the sea of life like foam on the
wave or nonenities in world where
only brawny and stalwart chara cter
| stand the shock! But blessed be the
mother who looks upon her children
as sons and daughters of the Lord AL
mighty! Oh, the satisfaction of
Hannah in seeing Samuel serv-
ing ut the altar, of Moth
err Eunice, in seeing her Timothy
learned in the Scriptures. That is the
mothers rccompense.to see childre n
coming up useful in the world, reclaim.
ing the lost, healing the sick, plying
the ignorant, earnest and useful in
every sphere. That throws a new light
back on the old family Bible whenever
she reads it, and that will he ointment
TO soothe the aching limbs of decrcpi.
tude, and light up the closing hours of
lifc's day with the glories of an autum.
nal sunset!
There she sits-the old Christian
sight is almost gone, but the splendors
OF the celestial city llindle up her Wis.
ion. The gray light of Heavens morn
has struck through the gray locks
which are folded back over the wrinl<leJ
temples. She stoops very much now
under the burden of care she used &c
carry for her children She sits AT
| home to-day, too old to find her wav to
the house of God, but while she sits
there all the past comes back, and the
children that 40 years ago troopcd
around her armchair with their littls
griefs and joys and sorrows-those chi
drcn are all gone now. Some caught
up INTO better realm, where they shall
never die, and others out in the broad
world attesting the excellency of a
Christian mothers discipline. Her
last days are full of peace. and calmer
and sweeter will her spirit become un.
til the gates of life shall lift and let the
WORKOUT pilgrim into eternal spring.
tide and youth. where the limbs never
ache and the eyes never grow dim. and
the staff of the exhausted and decrepit
pilgrim shall become the palm of the
| immortal athlete.