The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-06-13
MISCELLAN E 0 U S .
From the Eastern August ,
THE THUNDER STORM.
a SKETCH FROM LIFE.


n. The Storm 10 up! along the sky a,
rts8ast Swift Y the ebOn rack 10 drven;y 1855
And look yon curling cloud floats NIGH
III ss Chargd with the panoply Of heaven;
1t rends! and gathering TO heap
Of angry pillows, takes the form s vel
Ell ~ al How .roubledis that upper deep A9r{t
God thou art awful in the storm.
/ If there be one mortal feeling free from the
impurities Of earthly frailty-that tells us in our
slightest breathings of its celestial origin--it ia
thataof maternal love--a mothers chaste, over.
whelming, and everlasting love Of her children.
The name of mother 10 our childhoods tails.
man, our refuge and our shield in all our mimic
misery; It's the half-formed word that falls from
the babbling tongue the first, the fondest, and
the most lasting tic in which affection can bind
the heart. III 89a3g45
1t is not the feeling Of yesterday or to day; it
ia from the beginning the same, and unchange.
able; it owes not its being to this world, but is
independent and selfexisting, enduring while our
pulse of life animates the breast that fosters it
and if there be anything Of mortality which sur
wives the grave, surely it's best and noblest pas
sion will never perish. Oh! it is pure and holy
emanation from heavens mercy, implanted in the
breast Of woman, for the dearest and wisast pur-
poses, to be at once her truest and most sacred
pleasure, and the safety and blessing Of her off
spring e3 gasE sss3
1t is not with selfish passion, depending for it's
| permanency on the reciprocation Of its aLvanta-
ges, but in it's sincerity it casts out itself, and
when the welfare of that object is at stake, it puts
| away fear, and knows not WEAKNESS ~ il is not
1 excited by form or feature, but rather By happy
/ perversion of perception-imbues all things with
| imaginary beauty. II watches over our helpless
infancy with the ceaseless bengnty of a guardian
i angel, anticipates every childish wish. huImors
every childish fancy, soothes every transient sor.
row, sings our sweet lullaby 70 rest, and cradles
us in its warm throbbing breast. and when pain
Al l.
| medicine is there like q mOther,s kiss What
healing pillow like a mothers bosom What
afectinnaie pressure like mothers hand !a,s 81
! When launched upon the wide ocean Of a tenn
pestuouS world, what eye gazed on our adven-
turous voyage with half the eagerness of maternal
fondneas, amid the sad yet not unpleasng contest
of hopes, fears, and deep anxieties? When the
rugged path of life has been bravely, patiently.
and nobly tr,dden--when prosperity had smiled
upon us--when virtue has upheld us amid the
| temptations Of wicked world-(vrtue which she
| alone planted in us,) and when fame has bound
it's laureIs round us, is there heart that throbs
with a more lively or greater pleasure? Y.
| Yet it is not prosperity with her smiles and
beauty, that tries the purity AID fervor Of mo.
Their g love il ia inthe dark and dreary p ecncts
of adversely, amid the cold froWn Of an unfeeling
world, in poverty aid distress, in sickness and in
sorro 7, that it shines will brightness beyond
mortality, and sitting the secret agonies of its
own br'som strives bnt iolpour balm and consoa
ton on the wounded sufferer; and the cup of mi
sery filled TO overlooking, serves but to bind them
more firmly and dearly to zach other, as the storms
# winter bid the shetering ivy twine itself more
closely round the whitening oak. as' a2sd q
/, Absence cannot chill mothers love, nor can,
even vice itself destroy mothers kindness. The
lowest degradations of human fralty cannot who'll
| w blot nut the remembrance OF the first fond
warnings Of a chld's affections or the faint
memorial of primeval purity; nay, it seems as if
the very consciousness Of the ahect state of her
erring child, more fully developed the mighty
| force Of that mysterious passion, which can
forget and forgive all things; and though the
youth of her fares, hopes may be at once cast off
from God and man, yet will she not forsake him,
but participate in all things, save h1s wlckedness
How different the love on the part OF the father,
which may be as deep and sincere, yet it is can:-
| er and perhaps more calculating and more fully
directed in the great period and ends Of life; it
| cannot descend TO those minutie of affection,
| those waichful cares If the minor comforts and
| qualifications of existence which a mother, from
The Fl ler s,nsibilities of her nature, can more
readily appreciate. SKI eaai.g8h .
The reliance which the heart places in child
hond upon mothers love, can only be surpassed
by that trust which piety, in after years. reposes
upon its God There 10 no apprehension that
can not be ulled in the refuge aff,,rded by mo-
theirs arms, nor is there any anguish that can not
be mitigated when the heart reposes upon her
bosom. e4.e t.H 4ti-i 3e3
Upon this topic much has been said, and that,
too by some of the most forcible and elegant
writer's yetit is subject, in the elucidation Of
which, no eulogy can transcend Neither the
poet nor orator can give to their delneations the
brilliancy of the diamond, 60 a mothers love, in
the consequent trust of her child, are among those
strong features of nature which no panegyrc can
perfectly portray. 1t is in alusion to mothers
love that God commends to us mindfulness OF
his own indissoluble affection. How deeply
wretched, then, must that child be, who IN an
hour Of suffering turns i'm vain to the refuge which
nature ordinarily renders the stronger, because
Of the feebleness Of the one who needs the snccor
These reflections were strongly forced upon NY
\ mind some time since, upon my being reqocsteo
\ by al afflicted father and friend 70 accompany
1 him 10 his dwelling. for the purpose OF seeing