Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1843-03-16
YOUR KIND PARENTS.

""ueh''"eiy IL Is an abridged copy Of ar
address by the good and eloquent Summer.
field ; and many children there are TO whom
it exactly applies.
20! ifyou only knew how much your On.
rents love you, you would love them vet
more aud more. Some of them are p0or.
and obliged to toll almost day and night to
preserve you in decency, and to give YOU
Il little useful learning. Perhaps when YOU
are asleep in bed, your anxieus mother is
get sitting by her little fire consulting with
hcr husband about your welfare You are.
their last concern at night, their first care in
me morning; and it is very hard work to
nuke their little pttance afford YOU a pI,.o
ttful meal! Perhaps they are very often
obliged to deny themselves of their sc.riy
store that you may have enout h, and IN.
you may be clothed as well as their ,uct,ue
Will allow. When you go home to,u,gh,, nov
poor Mite Ones whose pnrcn,s lot appears
so hard, look up into your fathers face and
see the burrows which his daily labor has
made upon his wasting frame! Take hold
OIL ms hand feel bow hard how rough il il !:
more like horn than human flesh. See there
the effects OF his daily toll in the sweat of
his brow earning his daily fare and while
you Hold his hand, again look into his face,
which perhaps betrays the decline of his
| natural health and strength, and ask him.
Father, for what have you toiled so hard
rather, what have you laid up for your lat
ter years after so much hardship? What ia
! to support you when these hands are no
longer able to perform your daily task o.
Ask him these questions and when the feel
ings of his heart will permit him, doubt
not but he will give you this reply : alt is
true my child, do toll hard, bu' it is not for
myself My own wants could be easily
supplied. want but little, nor that little
long but labor for my little boy, weary
myself for my girl, that they may be com.
| tut learning to fit them for their future walk
| through life. This has always been my
care, and it was not possible for your
mother or me to make any reserves for that
time when the infirmities of old age should
lay us aside. Your wants have always swal-
lowed up our little earnings; and the only
dependence we look to tor these few re-.
naming days or wears, is the love Of our lit
tie ones That is all the treasure we have
been endeavoring 10 lay up in store, and we
have spared no pains to Increase it,"
y my poor little ones, would not your
heart swell at hearing these words aud
could you be hindered from clasping your
parents neck, minglirg your tears with his
and saying, "Fathel you shall have my
love-"
But some of you have not father. The
commandment is beautifully expressive -
{" Honor thy father and thy mother." The
mother is the weaker vessel, and she re-
quires more of your love her tender heart
is more susceptible than fathers and that
| will scound her delicate spirit, which would
| only grieve your father. If she he your only
| parent, you owe her double love Tho IA.
! theirs and the mothers should be offered to
her And O! what is "a moihef's love Ask
| a mother !! nay she cannot tell you, but you
may read it in her actions. You forget the
time when you we're little loathsome crea-
ture, covered from head to foot with the small
pox--one mass of puirefaction, disgusting
spectacle to every one. Your nearest friends
would scarcely touch you. Who but
mother would press the loathsome object to
her bosom who but mother could gaze
upon the spectacle without feeling of alb.
horrence she, with increasing love. The
more you suffered, the more she loved the
more disgusting you become to others. the
nearer she pressed YOU to her heart. She
could not forget her sucking child" Or
when your body was filled with deadly fever,
and your very breath tainted the air with
impurity and filled it with infection; when
all fors0uk you, who but mother would
hang over you and breathe the putrid atn,os
phere, regardless of her own life in the pres.
ervalion Of yours? O!ihe love of n mother
Gricve her not {; the least token OF disregard
10 her mild restraints will wound her tender
frame will you, then Instead OF joy give
her sorrow? You will only know her full
worth when you know her want as | do
For nine long years that sweetest word in
human speech could never hang on my lips,
"my mother !" y, the very renbrance Of
Of the slghtes, provocation will wound you
in the tenderest part when she is removed
and do think that such remembrance
would be- terrible as an angry ghost !
WOUNDED AFFEcTIoNS.-As the dove will
clasp its wings to its side, and cover and
conceal the arrow that is prcyrg on its VII
tails, so is it the nature OF woman To hide
from the world the pangs Of wounded af-
lection. With her. the desire OF her heart
has failed-the great charm OF existence IS
at an end. She neglccts all the cheerful
exercise that gladdeDs the spirits, qulckcnS
The pulses, and sends the tide Of life in
healihful currents through the veins Her
rest is broken, the sweet refrcshment OF
sleep is poisoned by melancholy Dreams
sdry sorrow drinks her blood until her
feeble frame bows under the last eternal
assailment. Look for her after "A little while
and you find friendship weeping over her
untimely grave, and wondering that one
who but lately glowed with all the radiance
of health and beauty, should now be brought
down 10 darkness and the worm" You
will be told Of some wintry chill, some
slight indispositon that laid her low-but
no one knows the mental malady that pre-
viously Slapped her strength, and made her
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