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= MOTHERS Lovr.

uo tcel urop SPEAKS mol half i
tenderness. There is language ina n,
Tiers smiles. but il beirays not alI her 4,
ture. ! have sometimes thought Will
gazing on her countenapce its dienit
slightly changed by the ineIeeant acceni
q her young child. as il repeated in ODE
dience. some endearing word, that ii
sanctuary Of the moiber's hear. is iraugh
with untold virtues. So fo6dly, so deso,
eddy she listens 10 lis accents. il woul
seem she catches from them shirt ira
lsirsngthengihe bodies Of her affection -
| have Seen The mother in almost ever,
condition Of life. But her love seem
every where the same. have heard he
bid, from her bed Of straw. her darliD,
child TO come and receive The impress q
her lips, and, as her feeble strains lninele,
10 the air. have thought there was love
llnesssin them. not unlike The loyelines.
OF an angels melody. And have seen
the mother al her 6reside deal on, The last
morsel TO her little ones so pie asantIy .tba,
her own cravings seemed appeased BY the
pleasure she enjoyed. But who. that Is
not mother. can feel as she feels? We
may gaze upon her as she sings the lula
by 70 her infant and, in her eye read The
lndex'to her hearts affections-we NAV
study the demure cast Of Der countenance !.
and mark the tenderness with which, she
presses her darling 10 her bosom, but we
cannot feel the maaYinfuences that one.
rate upon her nature. Did YOU ever marx
the care with which she watches The cra
die where sleeps her infants ftow quick
she catches the low sound or an approach.
ing footsiep With what fearful earnest
ness she gazes at her little charge, as the
sound intfudes Does il move I Do its
slumbers break? how sweetthe voice that
quiets IL Surely, iissems the blood Of
but one heart sustaihs the existence OF
both mother and child. And, didNyou
ever behold the mother asshe watches the
receding light Of Der young babes exist
ence II is scene for the pencil
Words cannot Partray thetenderness that
fingers on her countenance. When hope
has expired, what unspeakable grief foyer.
whetns her.
Remember 10 have seen a sweet boy
borne 70 h. aaaihAr ssslit .sls.4a.
forever. He had stIsyed silently away at
noon day, but ere nigh.-fail. death had
cIasped bin in its embrace. The lifeless
of that dear boy, as il burst upon
the mothers vision, seemed to convey an
arrow 10 her heart. When the first parox.
ysm Of grief bad subsidized, she laid her ear
TO his lips, as ifunwilling TO credit the tale
bis pale countenance bore. She put her
hand upon his breast, but she felt no
breathing there. She placed her fingers
upon bis brow, and il was cold. She Ut
tered aloud his name-she listened--but
the echoings Of that name elected no re.
spending voice.
Then came the misgiving that her child
was dead. She imprinted many kiss
upon his cheek. and her tears mingled
with the cold moisture upon bis BROW
Her actions betrayed fear that she could
not do Justice 10 her feelings. that she
could not express the anguish Of her DO.
som. The silence that followed that scene
was like the silence o! The sepulchre. II
seemed Of too holy nature 10 disturb.
There was charm in itT-it was charm
hallowed by the unrestrained gushes Of a
mothers love.
i Did you ever awaken, while on bed
Of sickness, and end mothers hand
pressed closely upon your forehead7 II
is pleasant thus 10 awake from . dream,
even when af1icGon is on you. You..are
assured that you have at least one friend
and that friend is true ono. You are
assured, that il you never 60 forth into
the world, you will die lamented, and
when pain and distress are on you, such
40 assurance is consoling. AT such'a time,
you can read more fully a mothers feel
ings, than tongue can express them
The anxiety with which she gazes upon
you--the tenderness with which she sym
pathizes with you--the willingness with
which she supplies your wants-sll serve
to indicate the secre: workings of her
heart.
A mothers love is increasing. Her
children as they advance 10 years, 20 out
one BY one into the world, and are soon.
scattered wilhthe winds Of heaven. But,
though rivers may separate them from.
her, they separate not the bonds OF her
affection. Time and distance rather In.
creases her anxisties. She knows moi the
strengthen her own attachments, until she
becomes separated from her offspring.-
Until she bids child farewell, her ma.
ture remains untrieds But at the dread
moment Of separation. she feels The full
weight of the many treasures Of affection
she has Internationally imbibed.
Who can look cofdly upon a moiberi
Who. after the unspeakable tenderness
and care with which she has fostered him
through infancy, guided him through Tie
of opening manhood, can
speak irrevefeniIy 81 mother: Her claims
10 the affections Of Der offspring are founded
ia nature. and cold must be the heart that
can deny them. Over the grave Of a
friend, OF q brother, Or sister. would
plant the primrose. for il Is emblsmatical
81 youth; but over that Of mother. /
would let the green grass shoot up unnor
Tested. for there i something 10 the sim
pie covering WHICH nature spreads upon
The grave, that well becomes the abiding
Placs d decsying age;
when The SOULS ready to depart. what
avails IL whether man die on throne Or
in The dust.
WAR-It hiss been estimated by Dr.
Thomas Dick, that since The creation Of
The world, fourteen thousand millions Of
beings have fallen 10 the battles which
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