MOTHKIIS* IMY.!We bmvs Filrtck's and Art** and Floral Day Washington's and rmu; a national day;* Hut «b n: !n the record of days 0 f * there one? wttb theme mori worthy.And in'/r* desen lug «d praUe*Wbk*fc touch** the of lie OftitAnd u fliled with wibllmer lays.Than that of M'Hbm’ Ibf ?Cn.'-ss It Ijc that */f the Habbath—Gi^Kl v **ij from daimMscrfamt of davs«nTaJk of )*ur lK'rw:#-tbdf tufffrlof and th* rpain;Their of m Jf-denial on the baUlefleM ormain.They are grand!We would not pjuck one bkaiow from tuc laurel* tb« r have* won.Hut a mfAbir'* M-Jf-d'-riiai '/utshine* tbetn *.• I bo miiiWhen the hero of the battle I* slumbering m hi* trot.And the preacher rest* m r« ncdy after teili'j? you ‘•ItiJ ‘ Tb'* mother I* watching fondly with eye* tt*f cannot sleep.With !oiVlt; immortal yearning and a heartV*j v/rt- to weep;,: Watching * '|Uiek drawn breathing cr h*tblilt;g a burning brow—Hope at tiin'w reviving—despair and *ngu!-b | fgW. jIt may be In cold and rag- with only a crust of ^ j bread.u W|:h me and *traw for a pallet and no pillow* I* j f«/r her bead,frj sorne 'lark arid lowly hovel wb*wc the grandeur never tread.Hut Ud midst »w- and splendor—no thought for the poor unfed.Hut lore is just the name In hut or In paUia hall,| Only the one ha* wealth—to the other her child Is all.Of many a hero and martyr the gage* of Malory tell*They are crowned with wreath* of glory, and this Is right and well.Hut only the Book of Life, where recording angels write, t.au t« II of heroic mothers* whose deed* never #y/me to light.Till the tempest shall sound and awaken The dead from out of their grare.And the cry shall be board —“Come forth All ye that ttre tinder the waves!M Then shall the proud and the haughty.The oppressor and the oppressed.The rich and the poor on one footing;The happy and the distressed.Will then hear out's and forever “Depart from me ye accuraod.Or come unto me and be blessed.Akwa If. McAnow.riu. - I. t t _