The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1919-01-17

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Gated and of the ignorant and 1t Ia a
rare thing that I nave ever been In
a home where they open the Bible or
even ask a blessing at the table. II
you want to know what astonishes me
II Is that America has forgotten God
In thirty years"
Wake up! My God! I tell you 1 love
my country. but we can't throw II
INTO God face all our days and defy
the Lord. Don't forget 1t; as long as
you breathe you can't do 1t! No. sir
Drifting.
And u we live. right, then our .chii.
,~s~b >@ss ssc~@s s>~r~ ub sol ~ a2-Aa
did my friend. the poet. Thomas Hood:
II remember. I remember
The house where I was born;
The little window where the sun
Came peeping In at morn.
He v came n bit too soon -
Or brought too long r day;
But now I often wish the night
Had borne my soul away.
T remember, I remember.
The fir tree-dark and high;
Why. l used to think her slender tor
Was close against the sky.
oh, 1t was a childish instinct,
But now it's little joy to know
That I'm farther off from heaven
Than when ] was a little boy
Oh, there are a lot OF men just
like him. God pity them! I tell you
we are drifting away.
No leaders were moro closely fol-
lowed thar the mother. If 1t had not
been for the p~leadings and expostu-
lations OF his mother, George wa
tngton would have been a midship-
man in the British navy and Corn
wallis would have given his sword to
some one else at Yorktown and that
magnificent monument on the banks
of the Potomac would not he there,
and IL 1T was, 1t would be to per
petuate the deeds of some other, and
the name OF our capital Of the ma
ton would not be Washington.
John Randolph. with that excitabie
nervous temperament. rose in HE
house OF representatives at Washing
ton m said. TIT It had not been for
my mother" somebody had sneered
at religion and John Randolph Jump
ed TO mis- feet and with his black ewes
swapping and his hair like a ravens
wing HANGING over his shoulders
John Randolph said:
"If It had not ~aen for my mother.
sir. who taught me when a boy to
kneel by my trund1e he'd and shut
my eyes and saw, Our Father who arr
in heaven. hallowed be Thy name
and Now / lay me down to sleep.
nray the Lord my soul TO keep ],
John Randolph, of Roanoke. would
be an jnfidel."
Gray, the author of "Elegy in q
Country Churchvard." said tina he
was n of a large family of children
who had the misfortune to survive his
mother and live a little longer thar
she lived. oh. what a tribute. my
friends. to the of her. The
IDEAL mother. my friends, is the pro
duct of that civilization which culni-
mated in and radiated from the man
ger at Bethlehem. Joehohed. tbs
mother OF Moses. and Hannah. the
mother of Samuel. to the Spartan
mother. who said 20 her son who
claimed that his sword was too short
add a sten to 1t. my boy" There arc
prototypes of Christian motherhood
that should overn our land, and she
must be godly.
Fathers are busy. Oh. the parents
And YOU in the creation of a soul ant
the DEVELOPMENT OF ~character. So
great Is the responsibility that yo,
must be a Christian. Fathers may
fail. and God nifty them If they do
God have mercy! God Ia mercy
Twenty-Five years ago you coulf
rot fnd q decent woman that would
sit and drink in a public place
Twenty-Five years ago you couldn'
find a European hotel In America
Today II is a hard thing TO find al
American plan hotel. Ge down ant
look TN there ami there arc wonner
string there drinking wine. cham
pagne, beef and cocktails and snlok
ing cigarettes. God pity US. we will
20 10 hell when the women get go low
down they will fill their hides UP with
booze.
Some OF you poor wretches wouIt