Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1852-08-04
MOTHER, HOME AND HEAVEN.

sweeter than that of mother? How many
associations cluster around the heart at the
mention Of that word! Even hard-hearted
warriors have been seen to weep on hearing
it casually spoken. All the joys, sorrows,
and pcrplexities of our earlier years are
connected with her. We can hardly recall
an event of our childhood but which brings
with it either her reproving glance or an
encouraging smile. Nothing gave us more
pain when we had done some rash or
thoughtlcss deed, than the sight of her sad
look. Many reproofs and lectures might
have hardened our hearts, whereas her
troubled look spoke "volumes," and made
lasting impression. Then we resolved to do
nothing to displease her. Perfectly happy
were we, when after performing some act OF
selfdenial, we met her fond approving smile
And in later years, when we are in doubt, to
whom do we so for counsel, but to our
nother9 For we feel that she will never
advise us wrongly and if we follow her
counsel it will be hardly possible to err. In
Joy ever ready to sympathize, in sorrow to
comfort and console us. How strong and
enduring is the love Of mother! Her
heart is ready to break as she sees her child
torn from her by the grim monster, Death," !"
and borne to the tomb. Her anguish can
not be described. Then the world seems
dark and dreary to her, and she feels that
she has nothing left to live for.
4 son may be attacked by some conta-
gious disease; his friends have all forsaken
him but one; she all forgetful of herself,
stands ever near his couch to administer
the cooling draught and bathe the heated
brow. Fearless and undaunted, she is will
ling to face death, it by so doing he may
be spared to her. Who would do this but
mother! He may become degraded and
scorned by the world, and he would be left
alone, the most wretched being in the uni.
verse, but for one to whom he can fly; she
is ever ready to receive him. No sacrifice is
too great ii it would win him back to the
path of virtue, and cause him to become
man.
What blessing, then, is good mother.
How much we owe to her. Every passion
that we have subdued, every virtue that we
possess, we must attribute to her watchful-
ness and care. Think you we can repay
her? 1t is q debt that were we to live a
hundred years we could never cancel.
In the formation of our character wheth-
er good or evil, outward circumstances ex.
ert painful influence. In early childhood
the mind is more susceptible than when
more advanced in years. Therefore the
first impressions the mind receives, indelibly
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act of his childhood, but the occurrences OF
yesterday passed from his mind as soon as
they happened. We form in youth great
measure Of our characters; in the bosom of
home, and with kind parents to guide our
unweary steps. Although son may rove
far from his native land yet he will never
forget the home The remembrance Of the
loved ones there will strengthen him to
resist the voice of the siren. When temp
tations assail him, voice soft and sweet,
like his mothers sounds in his ears. Her
fond, imploring glance rises before him, and
he banishes the evil thought from his heart.
He thinks of home, recalls his father, moth.
er, brothers and sisters, and their many acts
OF kindness for him, and he breathes VOW
that he will never do aught to grieve them.
When one Of the family circle returns,
after q long absence, how joyfuliy he is
greeted! Then home seems dearer than
ever to him. How pleasant are family
gatherings Let US imagine for a moment
one Of these merry meeting of kindred"
The fun.loving Harry never ceases to joke
the quiet and dignifed Herbert, who has
come from the city, upon the size of his
collar, the cut of his coat, or his patent
CATERS.
Harry wears his collar la Byron, and
never spends thought upon dress. Her
bert cannot say word in defence of him
self, while Harry, having the field entirely to
himself, improves it much to the amusement
of the others.
All seem to partakc Of the universal Joy,
from the hoary headed grand. father, down
to the little fellow with the Aaxen ringlets,
the pet Of all. If there is a paradise to be
found on earth, tits in home where all
unite to promote each others happiness.
Who would look farther for pleasures, when
such pure enjoyments can be found in our
homesa
And in these our earthly homes we must
be fitting ourselves to enjoy heaven, our
final home. We are but children, placed
here in school for our culture and improve
ment. The trials and disappointments of
life tend to discipline the heart, and bring
US nearer to God. We are apt to repine at
the dispensations Of Providence, when by
them we are made to mourn. Yet think
if we could but realize the end God has in
view, we should feel differently. Some
seem to think the suferings we have here
were never intended by God for U.s. But in
my opinion the heart Of man would be more
sinful and corrupt than it is now, if there
were nothing to try him. Take, as an in
stance to illustrate this, child that always
been petted and indulged, every wish has
been gratiied, nothing has thwarted any de-
sire. He is the slave of the most ungov-
ernablc passions. No one happy in his
presence, and he is not so himself. Yet by
some he is envied; those see only the sur
face of things.
Therefore trials and disappointments are
to promote our intellectual growth.
No cross on earth, no crown in heaven"
Let us then cultivate those virtues, that we
may possess heavenly spirit. Then may
we hope for crown in heaven. Then will
life be sweet and full Of joy. And when
we bid adieu to the fieeting joys of earth,
it will be with the sweet consciousness of
having performed our duty and with the
e., Loo of bopninncc in hpovnn sweeter