The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-05-12

I know one son who runs an engine
in Florida, and who for many years
| has sent back a liberal part of his
salary every month to sustain in good,
comfortable style a mother and invalid
brother and invalid sister This he
does cheerfulIy, and accompanies it
with the most gracious letters. Last
year was with this family just after
Mothers Day and read from another
son one Of the finest letters written
| from Jacksonville that a bay could
| write to his mother. Her face beamed
with continual pleasure though she
| had been bedridden for years.
At the battle of Santiago, a bov
| asked permission to jump overheard
| and rescue his Jacket which had gone
| over. Orders were strict and he was
forbidden, but suddenly as he saw It
going OF he Jumped over and saved il.
AS he was hauled back they carried
| him before Admiral Dewey for SEN
| tence. The general asked him why he
d1sobeyed orders. Breaking down, he
wept and said, TT contained nv moth
| er's picture, and I would rather have
| lost anything I have than that" The
verdict Of every officer at once was,
Acquitted
The first act of Garfield. after he
| was inaugurated, was to kiss his aged
mother who sat by him on the plat
form and who said 1t was the proudest.
| happiest day in her life.
Ex-President Loubet, of France, af-
ter his promotion, was in the habit of
| meeting his mother, who was an hum
| Bile market gardener, and together as
| she came in with her cart of vegeta-
| bles, they could be seen sitting on a
| bench in the park, settled down for a
long talk.
Many working girls who toll until
their beauty fades and their young
dreams are vanished, are supporting
widowed mothers. Many times the
daughter is considerable whilst the son
is careless and forgetful. Many in
this town are doing heroic work to
support the helpless mother.
so your best girl is dead" sneered
a New York magistrate at a boy who
was arrested for attempting suicide,
land who was she?"
Hiding his face in his hands, the boy
sobbed out, She was my mother"
Joseph's respect for his father, ia
cob, as he led the old man into the
presence Of Pharoah, is one of the
really fine pictures of Hebrew history.
AND not less grand is that picture Of
Mrs. Isadore Straus, a Hebrew wife of
this day Of grace, standing by her hus-
band on a sinking ship.
There is a pathos about old age,
which should appeal to strength and
manhood. The silver threads among
the gold. This is an age which does
a great deal for the young. Would it
really like to chloroform the old
The cup Of bitter or sweet is mixed
in the heart Of the mother by her own
children, and they can pour in sweetest
incense or bitterest wormwood
What memoriesI The aged monarch
through his sightless eyes sees in
fancy multitudes Of subjects doing him
homage! The aged warrior dying on
some st. Helena cries out to imaginary
armies, Il am the state" The aged
mother sits by some attic trunk and
coddles again her first born's tiny shoe
and fancies herself still a young
mother! What a scene is that! Does
it stir your feelings; then let feeling
have her perfect work.
Have you a gray-haired mother,
In the old home far away?
Sit down and write a letter
To her this very day.
Don't wait till her footsteps
Reach heavens pearly gate.
But show her that you love her
Before it is too late.
IF you have tender message
Or a loving word to say,
Don't wait till you forget 1t,
But whisper it today.
Who knows what bitter memories
May haunt you If you wait;
So make your mother happy now
Before 1t is too late.
"The tender word unspoken,
The letter never sent,
The forgotten message,
The weal@li of love misspent-
For these sosne hearts are breaking;
For these kome loved ones wait
60 show thesn that you think Of them
BEFORE il IS too late"