El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1898-12-12

OF the home! How tenderly they nursed
US through scarlet fever, pneumonia,
measles, consumption. How often we
have dropped to sleep under their
lullabys and wept out our little troubles
in their soft laps. In crossing the
Atlantic we see the captain walking
the deck of the vessel and give him all
the glory for q smooth passage. We
never think of the engineer away
down under the water, with his face
sooty and sweaty and black. Often
some Deborah sits in the
home controlling nearly all
the machinery. One OF our great
statesmen says: "My nurse was the
inspirer of my best; l owe all to her,"
and when he became famous he wore
the watch and chain of this faithful
Deborah and said, 81 long to meet her
in heaven" Why, they have known
US since we were in our cradles, and
when John or Annie or Jennie marry
and leave home, she weeps with moth
err, and when the children come home
for Thanksgiving or Christmas, Debo-
rah. meets them at b gate with her
unselfsh heart happy and true as ever.
God bless them.
Deborah died. Think OF it, after be-
ing in those W homes for over one
hundred years. 1 suppose Jacob i'm
mediately informed Essu by a servant
on a swift horse to come quickly for
Deborah is dying. Do you not
think that Esau came and thought
all nl,. the Ssa ss way h how h;s good good
at Deborah's dying bed. The boys are
partially reconciled now. Jacob and
Esau ''make up'' there. 1t often
takes a coffin or q grave to open
some peoples eyes. 1 know the men
cried out as the light faded out of
those happy eyes. What rrands
Deborah had run for them, what kind
Jacob and the children: Reuben.
Simeon, Levi, Joseph and
Benjamin were all there weep
ing. And they buried here I'm.
der an oak tree and called
it s'The oak of tears" Oh. what mean
ing there is In that! It was where the
family went to weep! How they must
have loved Deborah, what's tombstone!
The winds sighed through it's branches
but; it. awakened not Deborah. The
song birds of spring disturbed not her
repose, and the brown leaves covered
her grave in autumn, still she slept
What a beautiful row she must wear
today.
Helpful people! We love them.
They win US. When we were too sick
to feel our own pulse they we're with us
puLUluS lCO Oh Jul "Oueh3 SOpiihS WA
forehead, holding our hand. Was it q
mother, a sister, a wife, a brother?
God bless all the Deborahs of our
homes. Here Is M whose only capital
to begin with was a willing mind and
q loving heart; but she was
buried under flowers and tears.
There is a sitting time coming some
day. There are candidates for imper-
isl splendor in the back alleys. in the
Irish shantfes. Many that are first shall
be last, and the last shall be first.
Don't give all the crown to Paul and
Luther and.Lucretia Mott and Dorothea
Dix. Crown them, yes crow them.
But crown the mother who for twenty
years has been her own nurse, her
own sesmstress, her own cook.
Crown the hard working faith
ers who on a small salary have kept
the children well dressed and have
reared them in the fear of God! Crown
those faithful Deborahs, angels in
many a home who have worked so
faithfully, who have fought back
COLES, diptheria, pains, followed them
with their prayers and tears. Crown
them. God bless those who give the
cup of cold water to u sick, Borrowing
humanity