Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-11-13

much Oh that dress that she Kept IL all
her life. After she was dead and we
were going through her things found
II. The lace was just as you see 1t
there. She must have thought good
deal OF me to put SO much work on
that dress when she had so much to do.
And there is my picture taken just aft
or my long attack of typhoid fever.
My, look sick there, don't /? They
tell me she never left my room for six
long weeks. The doctors gave me up.
but she never did. They say l would
have died but for her. And further
more they say that it was her devotion
TO me that broke down her health and
made her a lifelong invalid"
Then you turn over another page of
the old album, and you say: Here is
my picture when / was college boy.
We were having hard time financial
ly, and l used to get awfully discour-
aged, but mother was my support
She used to write and keep on writing
to me. She never lost heart, no matter
how black the clouds were. And when
l.
nobler, purer, better or more self sac
rificing woman than she never lived.
All that I am Is the result of her sac
rifices made in the crises of my early
life" "Oh," you say, II had a good
mother. She certainly did for me what
she could"
EuIogy of Mothers.
Cannot we all say that our mothers
have broken for US the alabaster box
OF ointment of spikenard very pre-
cious upon our heads, and that they
did what they could? Cannot we be as
euIogistie of our mothers as Sir Thorn
as More was of his? When Thomas
More was a very little boy his mother
went off ON a visit. He wrote to her
his first letter and ended it thus:
Your absence all but Ill endure,
And none SO i'll as Thomas More.
AS he grew older and came to great
fame he still seemed to feel that he
could not do anything unless he had
first gone and told her and asked her
advice He wrote every detail Of his
life to her. He wrote to her almost
every day of the week. At her death
there were found over 1000 letters
penned to her by her noble son. And
one of the last acts which he did be-
fore she died was to send one Of his
books to her with these beautiful
words written upon the fly leaf: For
her who was the critic of my first in
FAINT productions l have Transcribed
the few little essays that follow. The
critic praises from the head-the moth
er praises from the heart. With one it
is tribute of judgment-with the 9TH
er it is a gift from the SOUL" Was
not that tribute of England's great
statesman to his mother most beauti-
full? Yet cannot we all give our moth
ers the same tribute? Was there in
our youth any worthy or meritorious
act that was not of her suggesting or
inspiring?
Is not our position in the world to-
! day tribute to her for what she did
| for us? A great cave, like the Nam
/ moth cave of Kentucky, has lately been
discovered in Tasmania Travellers
tell us that after the torches have been
put out some of the caverns of that
cave are ablaze with light from the
millions of glowWorms which are kin
ding their phosphorescent lanterns up
on the walls and the roof of rock. So
every place in the dark corridors of the
past is ablaze with the lights Of ma
! Nn
lights at the cradle; we see them bril-
liant at the sick bed; we see them at
college hall and afterward in the strug-
giles of our professional and mercan-
tile careers. Wherever we went, as
long as our mothers were alive, we
knew that they were doing for US the
best they could. All, many and many
is the time they broke for US the ala
baster box of eintment of spikenard
very precious! Today we lay our gar
lands of tribute upon the graves of the
| beloved mothers who eheerfuIly die
for us what they could.
But next to our mothers 1 would
speak of the mothers Of our chhlren
i As l praise the sweet faced woman WI.
bent over our cradle l would now sa-
a few words in reference to the wive
who have stood by US so faithfaIl,
and nobly during our struggles O
young manhood and middle age and,
hope, will continue so to do in our oil,
age if God will let them live until thei
hair is whitened and their step becorI
inirm. When l look into the z the
see how awful might have her in.
results if we had had a badthe same
stead of good mother. Of what our
way l shudder as l THUR wives had
lives would have beer unworthy in
been selfish or laelf sacrificing, de-
stead Of being tn God has given US.
voted women.i ce of wives.
Infgrow and the more I see
The olde more 1 believe that they
Of men great extent, the outgrowths
are, TT their wives have done FOR
of Every husband, as rule, APP
Rrs to me the representative OF a
wife whom perhaps have never seen.
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