The age-herald., 1901-11-14
The Old Soakberu "1N0mma. ''

times she sang the sweet old hymns she had learned in the land which. though 1t had given her slavery. had brought her to her Savior. That. she would say over and over, was Gods way of leading us through the darkness of Egypt to the light of the everlasting gospel" The words, to us incomprehensible, seemed to herself full of comfort.
 We children loved to gather around mammy's big rocking-chair. with its broad, fiat arms whereon two might perch always our yellow-haired brother whom she adoringly called King" and our eldest sister, with almost equal loyalty called Queen Bess'-my mate sister and myself on the low, broad step of this big chair. the other two On low chairs drawn up as close as possible to her side, while the long baby" lay upon her comfortable lap, sucking it's fists or dabbling them about in the happy content mammy could always bring to her rursings. We took turns choosing stories. If King" was good and didn't tease his little sisters like the. gentleman he was" his turn, by some loving jugglery, came oftener than any other. and was sure to call forth stories of mammy's royal father. in battle array, with head dress plucked frcm fierce sea-eagle, and a shield of lion or leopard skins. If Queen Bess' could choose, the story was of General Lafayette's second visit to America and of his friend, George Washington. The party had stopped at our grandfather's house, and our dear mother then a baby girl, was one of the flower girls to greet him and throw roses in his path. Gentle Dove chose stories of good fairies, stories with happy endings" All man. my's stories, whatever their beginnings, ended with loving counsel to mind our father and mother and grow to be as good and great as they and their parents before them"
 Through the mist of years comes the picture of our mother as she sat beside the first dead lamb in that cherished fiock-the darkened parlor, the young father, his stately head bowed over the crib where lay the marble image of his little girl; and I see nanny, swayed with sorrow as a willow tree is swayed with storm wind, but ready as always for loving service, taking the tiny figure in the tender arms that were first to hold the lovely child, and laying her with yearning gentleness in the last cradle that form should ever press. And when nanny was called to leave the house. hold that had been to her a true home, of which she was an honored and beloved member, they made her last resting place beside the little child she had so tear fully laid to sleep.
 Some of that happy family still wait and watch for the Masters call; the graves of some of the others are far apart; mammy's King laid down his young life for a South American state in its gallant fight for freedom, and sleeps in the land for which he died. But when the resurrection morn shall dawn indeed, 1 know the mother and mistress will first find perfect happiness in the reunion of all she loved. and she and nanny will rejoice together in the gathering of "the children whom God hath given them" know mammy's dear dark face will be among the first that will smile into mine on that dear day. for those that are faithful in love will God bring with Him."