The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1901-12-20

maternal instinct never dies. and she
has not forgotten the ullables she
sang to her children IN their infancy.
/ remember how my aged mother,
when on her last bed. dreamed away
her loving life imagining there was a
babe at her breast and whispering a
song TO It just before she Gied. She
found two In heaven when she got
there. Oh, We young men who linger
and jest In the saloon or around the
gaming tables or frequent disreputable
places, stop and think. Stop and think
and remember the long and weary
nights that a mother watched with
you and never complained. Maybe her
spirit Is watching you now and yearn-
'pg over you In the spirit land. For
er sake stop and think and come back
to the innocence Of your childhood.
And there are some little songs that
I, too, remember and can still sing to
the little helpless teething things and
soothe them to sleep as l walk the
room. My little baby songs are stere.
otyped in my memory and have been
handed down, tho not published or
copyrighted. They are a masculine
medley Of by, baby bunting Flush,
my dear; lie stu and slumber," Jul
Llama Johnson, don't you cry" Away
down in Shinbone alley, And wen
pass over the Jordan, and so forth.
They are all in the same key and in
the same meter and dovetall into one
another and just go round and round,
monotonous and mournful, until the
child has to go to sleep to keep from
hearing them nevertheless, 1t is
fact that can get sick child to sleep
when Its mother can't-and sometimes
away in the dead of night, as walked
the room in my night shirt, have not
only got the child to sleep, but the
mother, too.
But | am having some little domes-
tic troubles that are disturbing my
tranquility. Night before last l slip
ped the keys off the nail in the back
room and went to the pantry to get
some nice apples / had hid away there
for a surprise to the family just before
bedtime. l like these little surprises
and so do they. found the cat locked
up in the pantry and put her out, and
then pushed the door to keep her out
while was getting the apples. 1t IS
a curious door lock, for it has no knob
on the inside, and l soon found that
the cat was locked out and was lock-
ed in. raped and banged for awhile
for somebody to hear me and come,
but nobody came. Then l knocked
harder and halloed louder, but to no
effect. then I kicked the door and
made all sorts of racket, but nobody
came. So 1 concluded they heard me.
but thought it was good fun to keep
me in prison and give me time to re-
feet on my past life and the value of
freedom in this land of liberty. But
didn't ponder long on those things.
was perplexed, but after awhile
thought of my knife as q screw driver
and soon had the hasp off and was out
of prison. Didn't you hear me? in.
quired. eyes, we heard you knocking
What were you doing out there?" said
my wife. They thought I was fixing or
mending something, and did not hear
my voice, for there were two rooms
and a hall between us and all the
doors shut. 1 distributed the apples
and everything was soon calm and Sc
rene, but have an increased horror
Of being put in Jail and am going to
behave myself and keep out.
Monday night we heard Mrs. Sherl-
dan sing, and IL was feast. We have
known her from her childhood, when
she wore pantaletts and pinafores and
went to school in Rome with my chill
dren. / could not realize that this was
or ever had been little Sarah Melon
aid who used to play and romp and
scream like other children; but in heI
youth she heard a prima donna sing
and resolved to be a great singer, too
The Scotch-Irish blood was in hel
veins and she succeeded. her father
and mother were poor, but that made
no difference. They had faith-relig
ious faith; Bible falkland named
their four boys Matthew, Mark, Luke
and John, and their three daughters
Mary, Martha and Sarah. Mark anC
Luke are living in Rome yet and hav,
prospered. Sarah CHANGED to visit Phil
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