Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-05-20
Emma, in conclusion, next week.

If there is one mortal feeling free from
the impurities of earthly frailty, that tells
US in its slightest breathings Of its celestial
origin, it is that of a mothers loye-a
mothers chaste, overwhelming, and ever
lasting love for her children.
The name OF a mother is our childhood's
talisman, our refuge and our safeguard in
all our mimic misery, It's the first half
formed word that tails from the babblinp
tongue, the first idea that dawns on the
opening mind; the first, the fondest, and
the most lasting tie in which affection can
bind the heart oil man !!
IT'S not selfish passion, depending for its
permanency OF the reciprOcation of adj
vantages; but, in its sincerity, it casteth
out itself and centres but in the happiness
of its object; and, when the welfare of that
object is at stake, it putteth away fear and
knoweth not WEAKNESS. 1t is not excited
by form or feature, but rather, by a happy
perversion of perception, embues all things
with imaginary beauty. 1t watches over
our helpless infancy, with the ceaseless be-
nightly OF a guardian angel; anticipates
every childish wish, humours every way
ward fancy, soothes every transient sorrow,
sings our sweet lullaby to rest, and cradles
us on its warm and throbbing breast; and
when pain and sickness prey upon the fra
gile form, what medicine is there like u
mothers kisses |? what quoting pillow like
a mothers bosom ? And when launched d. in
the wide ocean of a tempestuous world.
what eye gazes on our adventurous voyage
with half the eagerness of maternal fond
ness, amid the sad yet not unpleasing con-
test ofhopes and fears, and deep anxietles.
Yet it is not prosperity, with her smiles
and beauty, that tries the purity and fer
your OF a mothers love; it is in the dark
and dreary precincts of adversely, amid the
cold frowns of an unfee.ing world, in pow
erty and despair, in sickness and sorrow,
that shines with a brightness beyond NOR
tally, and sitting the secret agonies of ito
own bosom, strives but 10 pour balm and
consolation OIL the wounded sufferer.
The love Of a father may be as deep and
sincere, yet it is calmer, and perhaps more.
calculating, and more fully directed in the
great period and ends of life; it cannot de-
scend to those minutie Of affection, those
watchful cares for the minor comforts and
qualifications of existence, which a mother,
from the finer sensibility Of her nature, can
more readily and duly appreciate. The
pages of history abound with the records Of
maternal love, in every age and cline, and
every rank Of life; but it is a lesson of
never-ending presence which the heart can
feel and acknowledge, and needs not ex-
ample to teach it how to yenerate.
Can there be a being 50 vile and odious,
so dead to natures impulse, who in return
for such constant care and unvarying kind
ness, can willingly or hcedlessly wound the
heart that cherished him, and forsake the
lonely one, who nursed and sheltered him
who can madly sever the sweetest bonds of
human union; and bring down the grey
hairs OF his parents with sorrow to the
grave, who can leave them in their old age
to solitude and poverty, while he wantons in
the pride of undeserved pros Gritty ?
Ii there be, why let them abjure the
name ofman, and herd with the beasts that
perish, or let them feel to distraction that
worst of human miseries,
" How sharper than a sepen,'s tooth IL,
To have q r.art,.ss child"