"It is to my mother that I owe everything. If I am thy child, O my God, it is because thou gavest me such a mother. If I prefer the truth to all things, it is the fruit of my mother's teachings. If I did not perish long ago in sin and misery, it is because of the long and faithful years which she pleaded for me. What comparison is there between the honor I paid her and her slavery for me?"--_St. Augustine._ One more tribute. In his book Bible Proofs of the Second Work of Grace, published in 1880, Daniel S. Warner places the following dedicatory note: "To the sacred memory of my sainted mother, whose tender affections were the only solace in my suffering childhood, and whose never-failing love, and whose pure and innocent life were the only stars that shone in the darkness of my youth, this volume is respectfully dedicated by the author." From Wayne County, David Warner brought his family, in 1843, to a farm of 140 acres near New Washington, Crawford County, Ohio. The house, built partly of logs, stood three fourths of a mile southwest of the village. It was here that Daniel spent his childhood. Of this period he writes: It seemed the special pleasure of Another certain one To quite demolish everything He set his heart upon; To chafe his spirit and extort The flow of bitter tears Out of a soft and pensive heart, Through all his tender years. He never knew that "Father" was A sweet, endearing name; Its very mention was a dread, His life's most deadly bane. The demon of intemp'rance there Infused the wrath of hell, And most upon this sickly head The storm of fury fell. Like chickens when the mother bird Gives signal of a foe, The little peeps are quickly hushed, All chicks are lying low, So, when returning from the town, The dreaded steps we heard, All ran and quickly settled down, And not a lip was stirred. O horrors of the liquor fiend! We've seen thy hell on earth. Thy serpent coils around us twined, The moment of our birth. O Rum! thy red infernal flame-- I witness to the truth-- Filled all my mother's cup with pain, And swallowed up my youth.