Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-12-09
From .NeaPs Saturday Ga=etie.
The Mother and her Son.
BY JULIA A. PARKER.

how happy l should be, and should
make you happy too %
"My child, do you think your Uncle
William and his family SO very hap
py, as to make you think there Is
no enjoyment without a great deal ol
money !"
ooh, no, indeed, mother, am sure
almost any one is happier then they
Uncle always looks so troubled about
something, and when he comes home
from his store, they don't seem glad to
see him, and jump up to kiss him, as
used to do when father came home
And then he never has amy pleasant con-
versations with them, or reads to them
when they sew, as father did. | don't
believe Aunt Sophia is very happy either,
for she is always telling what trial her
servants are to her, and how many detest-
able visits she has to receive and return
from her fashionable acquaintanccs, that
she does not care a fig about. And
mother, you know how peeysh and
quarrelsomc cousin Mary and Frank are
how they are always teasing for mon
ey or fine clothes and when they get them
they find fault, and never seem satisfied
with any thing Oh, mother, | would
not care to live in their beautiful house,
or visit with all their fine company"
| Right, my noble boy !" said Mrs
Manning, L" but tell me why you are
wishing for wealth so ardently, when you
see it does not. necessarily make people
haPPy!'
"Why mother, it isn't because want
handsome clothes, like Franks, nor to
ride in carriage with such spirited and
elegant horses, or any thing Of that kind
but, if you were sick, | could buy books
and have a great library, and | could &C
to college aud be educated, and perhaps
be n great man."
{" Ny child, how it gladdcns your moth
er's heart to know, that behind this pale
brow"-laying her hand Oh the manly
forehead Of her boy, and parting the darl
locks that seemed to wish to conceal II
thoughtfuness of expression" that her
is soul that thirsts for higher thing
than the empty bubbles that men worship
Oh, yes, Henry, there is good that onl.
the few attain-a pure and exalted enjoy
ment, or which the lovers Of pleasure an'
| of wealth have no conceptlon--a some
thing, which allies us to the glorious
spirlts that surround Gods throne, ant
prepares us for that best society here
after. Ny son, none find this treasur,
! but those who feel this immortal mine
within them to be more noble than iht
universe besides-who remember that i
can never die-that there is no limit &
the knowledge it may acquire and whc
1 resolve that Gift so priceless shall not BIZ
sunk in ignorance and worIdilness, bu
that shall aspire to communion with God
its great Author, and to the promotion
of the happiness and best good OF hi
creatures.
| With her eye intent on the ineI
moulded brow, where her hand still rest
cd, Mrs Manning seemed TO forget tha
she was talking to a child, as she woul'
talk to man but Henry, motIonless
his eye earnestly fixed on his mother
soul-lit countenance, showed how nue.
a child may comprehend Of mysteries c
the inner being, and feel the lnsPiratlo
ofthe deep truthfulnCss of life. Th
boy remained silent, IA If following OF
in imagination the wonderful results &
truth so ennobling. Then, suddenly ris
ing he seized his mothers hand exclaim
ing, "oh, mother, love to hear you tat
To me about these things: il makes ~
think that it is a beautiful thing to lv
and get knowledge, and feel grateful
and love God and make every one happy
But, dear mother, you often tell me,
and the tear listened in his eye as h
spoke-'that you are lonely widow
and am unprotected orphan, and that
must learn To take care of myself. But
mother, must go To SCHOOL, must b
educated-I must be dstingushe,
man-and, it we had money, | could d
this"
Mrs. Manning pressed the hand q
her only child with that fervor that tol
) the strength of mothers love, yea
the agony ofa mothers heart, when sh
; feels herself powerless to bestow wha
|, would make The happiness OF her child
OF the being who looked to her as hi
sole earthly protector and friend. Who
who has falhomed the depths of a moth
cr's devotion. or gazed IN the unto!
wealth of affection that lies hidden 4
the profound Of her spiritual being, rich
CT far than the heaps of orient pearls an
the countless gems that deck the cham
bers Of the deep : All, none save III
eve that readeth the mystic character
| Himself hath stamped on the huma'
soul. So passionaic-so absorbing wa
the affection that she cherished for ih,
lovely being that refreshed her droopinl
spirit in her solitary pilgrimage on cath
The being on whom she had leaned io
support aud comfort had been removed
by death On her alone now devoIve'
the fenrfully rosponsiblc task OF training
up highly gifted boy-oi shielding hIn
from the many temptations OF eatly l'i'
of sowing in his miod aud heat tha
good seed that she trusted would yield
under the heavenly influences she con
s,anlly sought, a rich aud abundant har