Show splints yesterday the mother elizabeth whiting reached the age of 76 years her children grand and threat grand children gathered to alie old homo in honor of the happy day at 2 p m dinner was announced noun ced and such a dinner spread upon two long tables roasted pullets from sage creek yellow rolls of butter from Maple foo three slices of aronn F I 1 meat market with the usual array of cako pie and puddings in all etalea together many other choice disho was pronounced bv father edwin whiting did we eat WL didan hoir later mother whiting was in her large sitting room receiving congratulations tu and presents alie company were entertained by mr W T tero who performed several very fine instrumental pieces darius green and his flying machine by aaron johnsio John soo from an address on ohp occasion by D C johnson we quote the following loving fol seventy six year sto what a remote age do those figures point to the younger children present seventy six years aso our glorious government was m its infancy mother whiting halivee ha lived to see it take the front rank among the greatest nations the mighty triumphs of mind over matter the wonderous steam motor whistling with its palatial train and living freight on its shining steel way from the eastern waters to the western ocean in five days time the earth girdled hy the magnetic coil annihilating time and space more marvelous than any thing recounted hy eastern fahle tha ocean couriers coursers cour sers speeding over thac main easily between sabbath and sabbath laughing in giant strength at the howling tempest and the waved she lias lived to see a terrible war convulse our nation our country restored again to peace and and armity the fetters of serfdom stricken fram human slaves and bourna eions ensign wave from our bordering oceana to the centre of a great and glorious union dear mother may you still dwell with ua many years mother 1 what a tender word what an endearing title the most hallowed word uttered by human tongue around this en name cling all the sacred memories of home the word stands for all that is pure and noble the mention of this endearing term recalls all that is tender loving and true the first word lisped by prattling infant lips is the sweet word mother tho first to bail rapture the cry of the new born babe is mother and the last to bend low over the dying couch when the pale rider is on his round to catch the last goodbye good bye is mother I 1 aluie april |