Pocahontas star herald., 1916-06-02
A Tribute to Mothers

this county, now president OF the
Dalton Adding Machine Co. Of East
Norwood, Ohio, addressed the fol.
lowing letter 10 his sisters here aud
elsewhere on Mothers Day. The
letter pays beautiful tribute TO
our mothers, aud there is also much
merit IN the letter which Il as fol.
lows.
"What could be more appropriate
on this sacred Sabbath which has
been so dttingly set apart a.
MOTHERS day than MOTH.
ERs' day letter to a sister mother
from a grateful, but not always
thoughtful brother son. Thought
less, yes, have been thoughtless
many, many times, and that too, TO
the superlative degree, but never in
all my life has my heart ceased TO
overflow with gratitude, the noblest
flower that ever bloomed on hu
man soul-when my mind has wan.
dered back TO HOME and MOTH
Err as il has done during all OF
tins beautiful Sabbath day.
"Grstitude, aud for what? For
a mother whose trained mind was
capable Of leading me into the
realms of higher learning? No, ]
never had a mother like that. For
a mother that coald make the sweet
est aud most heavenly music on all
the latest and most modern instru.
ments that man has designed for
that purpose! No, my mother
could not do that. For a mother
whose skillful brush could weave
upon the canvass, master paintings
such as were destined to make her
her and her posterity famousY
No, my mother mad no such talent
AS that. For a mother that knew
the latest 'ads aud fashions aud
who saw to It that her children were
thoroughly Informed as TO the lat
est IN dance and dress? No, thank
God, l never had a mother like
that.
"My mother was just a PLAIN old
fashioned mother and | cherish aud
love her memory for that. She
knew no more than TO LOVE her
HOME and her CHILDREN for
which and for whom she DEV0T-
ED aad GAVE HER LIFE, and |
shall never cease Ia. cherish and
honor her memory for that. She
was just that type Of plain, old
fashioned mother that knitted aud
sang lullablcs, while destiny slept
IN the cradle which her tired foot
never ceased 10 rock, aud l shall
never cease TO praise and thank
God that am the son Of a mother
just like that, aud my prayer as !
write these lines is that no child ia
whose veins courses that mothers
blood will ever do or say anything
that will place blot ON her sacred
memory. May God help us each
aud every one to love aud honor the
memory of mother.
"No boy or glrl can ever hope
to repay the mother, who goes down
into the valley of the shadow, and
not only faces, but sometimes even
tastes death in performing the mir
acle of bringing into existence
new life. She watches over the
cradle aud lulls us TO sleep during
that period of helpless infancy. She
holds US by the hand aud keeps Us
from falling while we learn to walk.
She teaches US TO say dad, "dad,
"dad," aud later TO lisp the name
of Jesus. Her tired hand cooks
our meals and her weary feet run
the errands while we go to school.
She anIiously ofliciales at the we'd
ding aud is the very last to leave
the grave when death calls home a
member of her flock. She is the
anxious and care worn one who al
ways sits in court along by the side
of the lawyers when a wayward son
is being tried for life. And size is
the one that leaves the door unbolL-
ed that even the errlng daughter
may return TO the fold at any hour
of the day or night.
"'If should be hung on the highest hill,
| know whose prayers would follow me still,
Mother OF mine. Mother OF mine.
II | should be drowned In the deepest sea,
know whose tears would follow me,
Mother VI mine. Mother Of mine
"Errlng memory does not serve
sufficiently to enable me to quote
all Of that famous poem "MOr TIL
ER OF MINE" by Rudyard Kip
ling, nor am l even able to quote cor.
rectly, but enough, | hope, to convey
the beautiful sentiment of the poet
as he vainly attempts to convey TO
the mind the faithfulness of low
mother.
ga short time ago | attended
church for the purpose of seeing
hanw,vgs Al p,raotaut nina