The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1898-10-14


God fill the earth and the heavens
with such grandmothers; we must
some day go up and thank these dear
old souls. Surely God will let us go
up and tell them Of the results Of their
influence. Among our first questions
in Heaven will be, where is grand
mother?" They will point her out. for
we would hardly know her, even If we
had seen her on earth, SO bent over
with years once and there so straight,
SO dim of eye through the binding or
earthly tears and now her eyes as clear
as heaven, SO full of aches and pains
once and now so agile with celestial
health, the wrinkles blooming into car
nation roses, and her step like the roe
on the mountains. Yes, l must see
her, my grandmother on my fathers
side, Mary Mccoy, descendant of the
Scotch. When first spoke to an au-
dience in Glasgow, Scotland, and felt
somewhat dhfident, being stranger, 1
began by telling them my grandmother
was Scotchwoman, and then there
went up a shout Of welcome which
made me feel as easy as do here.
must see her.
You must see those women of the
early part of the nineteenth century
and those Of the eighteenth century,
the answer Of whose prayers is in your
welfare today. God bless all the aged
women up and down the land and in
all lands What a happy thing for
Pomponius Atticus to say when max
ing the funeral address Of his mother:
Though l have resided with her sixty
seven years, l was never once recon-
ciled to her, because there never hap
pened the least discord between us, and
consequently there was no need Of rec
onciliation." Make it as easy for the
old folks as you can. When they are
sick, get for them the best doctors.
Give them your arm when the streets
are slippery. Stay with them all the
time you can. Go home and see the old
folks. Find the place for them in the
hymnbook. Never be ashamed if they
prefer styles of apparel which are lit
tie antiquated. Never say anything
that implies that they are in the way.
Make the road for the last mile as
smooth as you can. Oh, my! how you
will miss her when she is gone! How
much would l give to see my mother!
l have so many things l would like to
tell her, things that have happened in
the thirty years since she went away.
Morning, noon and night let us thank
God for the good influences that have
come down from good mothers all the
way back. Timothy, don't forget your
grandmother Lois. And hand down to
others this patrimony of blessing. Pass
along the coronets. Make religion an
heirloom from generation to genera
ton. Mothers, consecrate yourselves to
God and you will help consecrate all
the age following! Do not dwell so
much on your hardships that you miss
your chance by welding an influence
that shall look down upon you from
the towers of an endless future. know
Martin Luther was right when he con-
soled his wife over the death of their
daughter by saying: Don't take on so,
wife; remember that this is a bard
world for girls" Yes. go further and
say, 1t is hard world for women. Aye,
l go further and say, 1t is hard world
for men. But for all women and men
who trust their bodies and souls in the
hand of Christ the shining gates will
soon swing open. Don't you see the
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pallor on the cold cheek of the dying
night. Don't you see the Frightening
of the clouds? That is the flush on
the warm forehead of the morning.
Cheer up, you are coming within sight
CT the Celestial City.