Evansville weekly journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 184?-18??, 1848-03-16
A MOTHERS LOVE

Who there that does not acknowledge and bow
in reverence to mothers love! What is it that
ses the eye to 2 that refuses utterance to speech,
and overwhelms with loneliness in the midst OF
ltek Deny it not, ruant heart it is the sacredness of
mothess loye-felt through long years it may be,
yet always pure, ever sacred, blessing refreshing
Gentle mother. tenderest, truest, and the best
friends. constant in love, in veal OF woein defor-
nifty health, in honor shame, through evil and
good report-thy affection knows no change nor the
shadow OF turning! Blessings on theei Earliest
memories link together and throw holiness on thy
name. Sacred to the heart is the memory of moth
er's love.
Such We're the reflections suggested by an incident
IN the great drama of life poor victim of intem-
perance was staggering homeward-no, he knew not
whither-when he fell heavily to the earth Stunted
and bruised by the fall, he lay for moment insen-
slbe, but assistance soon restored him conscious
ness, and to a sense of degradation.
Il thank you gentlemen said he faterngy, Sit
was a hard fall but am better now. 1 have had
many such. 1t is nothing when you get used to it,
and he laughed as he prepared start again ON his
way
What pity" remarked spectator, that you
should thus debase your manhood by such selfish
diligence in strong drink
YOU'RE temperance lecturer, suspect" sneered
the inebriate.
mo, FRIEND replied the gentleman Il a
temperance lecturer-at least not one professedly-
But neglect opportunity speak word in favor
of that honest cause.''
You're preacher then may be-"
.'No?n
We'll, whatever you are,I want none of youl
advice"
Il merely meant it for your good" mildly answer
ed the gentleman Are you married."
mo"
"You have sisters and brothers2n
''Yes-but they don't know me now
Have you father2"
"No-he died long since"
"a mother!n
There was a deep silence.
You do not answer; have you mqthera'
The silence that ensued was broken by the sobs o
the wretched man.
''Oh, Cod oh, God.' he exclaimed ''she too, i.
dead! broke her heat many years since by my mis-
conduct. My poor poor mother! So good, so kind
50 gentle and fogvng!n and he smote his breast il
the bitterness ofanguish.
Unhappy man-oh, how unhappy at that moment
Through all the vicissitudes of life, mothers Low,
had followed him-entreating, urging imploring hin
10 orsake evil and cling only to that which is right
In vain had she striven-he had gone on bIndly, per
versely, reckessly, till now he broken down il
health fortune and reputation, out-east from so
ciety, disowned by his own flesh and blood! Yet il
the midst of this accumulation of wretchedness Their
came responsibility, though full of love, across tn
weary waste of years, mothers voice, sweet AM
sad and the heart bowed in grief to its mute appeal
Honor woman. Without her smiles the worlt
would loose its brightness -society's charm woult
exist no longer-Christianity would languish with
out her aid and approval. ''In whose principles
said the dying daughter of Ethen Allen, to her skep
teal father, lin whose principles shall Idie-your's
those of my Christian mother!' The stern old her,
of Ticonderoga brushed a tear from his eye as h
turned away, and with the rough voice whicl
summoned the British to surrender, now tremulou
with deep emotion, said-''ln your mothers, child
in your mother's!''