. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . of a hungry student. The father swung the heavy cradlethrough the wheat, the sweat rolling from his chin, bedewing every step of theway, and then sitting clown under the cherry-tree at noon thinking to himself: 1am fearfully tired, but it will pay if I can once see that boy through college, and ifI can know that he will be preaching the Gospel after I am dead. The younger BOYHOOD REMINISCENCES 39 children want to know why they cant have this and that as others do, and themother says: Be patient, my children, until your brother gr
. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . of a hungry student. The father swung the heavy cradlethrough the wheat, the sweat rolling from his chin, bedewing every step of theway, and then sitting clown under the cherry-tree at noon thinking to himself: 1am fearfully tired, but it will pay if I can once see that boy through college, and ifI can know that he will be preaching the Gospel after I am dead. The younger BOYHOOD REMINISCENCES 39 children want to know why they cant have this and that as others do, and themother says: Be patient, my children, until your brother graduates, and thenyou shall have more luxuries, but we must see that boy through. Something occurs to me quite personal. I was the youngest of a large familyof children. Four of the sons wanted collegiate education, and four obtained it,but not without great home-struggle. We never heard the old people say oncethat they were denying themselves to effect this, but I remember now that myparents always looked tired. I dont think they ever got rested until they lay. PILGRIMS ON THE MARCH TO BETHLEHEM down in the Somerville Cemetery. Mother would sit down in the evening,and say: Well, I dont know what makes me feel so tired! Father wouldfall immediately to sleep seated by the evening stand, overcome with the daysfatigues. I think all of us were willing always to acknowledge our obligationto the old folks at home. Very tender are all the reminiscences of those devoted parents which againand again appear in the sermons of their distinguished son. Here is one thattouches a vibrating chord in the heart of every filial being. It must have beenthe earliest of his memories: For about fifteen years that cradle was going much of the time. Whenthe older child was taken out, a smaller child was put in. The crackle of the 4o T. DE WITT TALMAGE—HIS LIFE AND WORK rockers is pleasant yet in my ears. There I took my first lesson in music asmother sang to me. I have heard what you would call far be
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