Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-05-20


teacher of children, whether in a pub
lie school or whether in a Sunday
school. and they fill places so great
that there isn't an angel in heaven
that wouldn't be glad to give a bushef
of diamonds to boot to come down here
to take the place and be a mother. The
mother of Moses did more for the
world than all the kings that Egypt
ever had. To teach a child to love the
truth and hate lie, to love purity and
hate vice, is greater than inventing a
flying machine that will take you to
the moon or to the north pole, and,
unconsciously, you set in motion in
fuences that will damn or bless this
old universe and bring new worlds out
of chaos and transform them for God.
"A man sent a friend of mine some
crystals from the Scientific American
large as a pin point will give dis
tinguishable green hue to sixteen hogs
heads of water" Think of it! Power
enough in word or act to damn a
hogsheads of water. There is power
enough in a word to act or damn a
boy. and thru him damn a commun-
ity. There is power enough in a word
or act to tincture the life of that child
to lift the world to Jesus Christ and a
community to God. The mothers will
put in motion influences that will
either touch heaven or hell. Talk
about greatness! Oh, you wait until
you reach the mountains of eternity,
then read the mothers names in Gods
"a of
been in this world.
] want to tell you, women, fooling
away your time hugging and kissing
a poodle dog, caressing brindle Spitz,
drinking a society bran mash and a
cocktail, and playing cards is dam
nable, sinking business.
To plant thought in a mind that
will stay there and grow is greater
than putting in big crop. Building
character beats building a sky-scraper,
or battleship, or a railroad, all to
pieces.
Had Place for Moses.
God had big place for Moses, but
God had bigger place for his mother
or Moses wouldn't have amounted to
anything, and in saving that baby God
saved the nation and God helped TO
save a world. And see what that
woman did. See what you can do.
think the angels must have held their
breath when Pharaoh's daughter opened
the ark and told Moses mother to take
that baby and care for it. I have often
thought, too, that the angels held their
breath to see whether that mother
would be faithful to her trust, or
whether she would prove to be fool.
And how do YOU know but that the
angels watch your work with as much
interest as they watched Moses mother
train that boy? How do you know but
that in your little cabin, in your little
obscure garnet room, the angels are
holding their breath to see whether
that boy will be a fool and go out and
seek to ruin every girl he can, spend
his money on fast women and fast
horses.
discouraging, it's trying, it's humble and
know, mothers, often your work is
1T seems to you to be insignificant.
Your sacrifices, tears and trials are all
hidden from the world / know that.
There is nothing to show that Moses
mother got any help from his daddy.
There is nothing to show that he ever
cut a willow that was woven in that
basket. There is nothing to show that
he helped her a minute. 1 suppose the
old geezer took some of the willows to
kindle the fire with when he couldn't
find chips. That's about all the dads
of some. children ever do to help.
tell you, the devil gets in many a boy
by getting in his daddy first. The
mother is doing all she can to train
the children for the Lord, and the
father is doing all he can to counteract
her influence and train them for the
devil. You think, what's the use of
your dressing up and taking them to
church when your husband will go to a
saloon or loaf around billiard hall ?
What's the use Of your trying to pray
When he will cuss and damn? What's
the use of trying to keep them from
becoming cigaret fiends when your
husband smokes a pipe or a cigar?
What's the use of trying to keep them
from chewing tobacco when your hus-
band sits around and chews and splits
and you are asked to clean the old
spittoon. I'd throw it at his old dirty
head. And so I know, mothers, that
your work is Outlines meaningless and
a monotonous grind. and it seems
awfully discouraging; just the same
thing over and over, and very little
good seems to come of it.
Tells Story.
"a friend of mine told me thai he was
in a town one time and walked down
a street where they were building a
beautiful church. He was interested
and watched them lift those great
pieces of granitei and stone and put
them in place, and he thought he would
go around and see how it was done.
He stepped in between the walls, and
in dark corner, going round and
round, pulling the Windlass that raised
the stones, was an old, detected, for
lorn, bone SPAWN, blind horse, going
round and round in monotonous ring.
My friend said he wished he could
walk up and tell that old horse what
great work he was doing, lifting
stones that were becoming a monu-
ment, and when erected multitudes
would flock down the aisles. The
couple would stand there to be mar
ried; the decrepitude would sit in the
seats; the hearse would come and they
would carry the coffin in; little chill
dren would sit and be taught of Jesus;
grey-haired men and women would be
taught of his precepts. He only
wished he could tell the horse what q
great work it was doing. He said 10
thinks the horse would have wanted to
prance around on its hind feet and say:
4 am doing a great work, am build
ing d temple"
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