Oh, if you mothers would exercise as much care over the company your children keep, over the books they read and the places they go, there would not be so many girls feeding the red-light district, nor so many boys growing up to lead criminal lives. And with what thanksgiving she must have poured out her heart when at last the work was done and the ark was ready to carry its precious cargo, more precious than if it was to hold the crown jewels of Egypt. And I can imagine the last night that baby was in the home. Probably some of you can remember when the last night came when baby was alive; you can remember the last night the coffin stayed, and the next day the pall-bearers and the hearse came. The others may have slept soundly, but there was no sleep for you, and I can imagine there was no sleep for Moses' mother. "There are whips and tops and pieces of string And shoes that no little feet ever wear; There are bits of ribbon and broken wings And tresses of golden hair. "There are dainty jackets that never are worn There are toys and models of ships; There are books and pictures all faded and torn And marked by finger tips Of dimpled hands that have fallen to dust-- Yet we strive to think that the Lord is just. "Yet a feeling of bitterness fills our soul; Sometimes we try to pray, That the Reaper has spared so many flowers And taken ours away. And we sometimes doubt if the Lord can know How our riven hearts did love them so. "But we think of our dear ones dead, Our children who never grow old, And how they are waiting and watching for us In the city with streets of gold; And how they are safe through all the years From sickness and want and war. We thank the great God, with falling tears, For the things in the cabinet drawer." A Mother's Watchfulness Others in the house might have slept, but not a moment could she spare of the precious time allotted her with her little one, and all through the night she must have prayed that God would shield and protect her baby and bless the work she had done and the step she was about to take. Some people often say to me: "I wonder what the angels do; how they employ their time?" I think I know what some of them did that night. You can bet they were not out to some bridge-whist party. They guarded that house so carefully that not a soldier of old Pharaoh ever crossed the threshold. They saw to it that not one of them harmed that baby.