Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1853-03-09
A MOTHER S LOVE.


What is it that causes the eve to fll-tIa,
refuses utterance to speech, and overwhelns
with utter loneliness in the midst of life
Deny it not, truant heart. 1t is the sacred
ness Of mothers love-itlt through long
years it may be, yet always pure, ever sa-
cred, blessing and refreshing!
Gentle mother! tenderest, truest, best OF
friends constant in love, in veal or woe
in detormity or health, in hoaor or shame
through evil and good report-thy affection
knows no change nor shadow of turning.
Blessings on the Earliest memories link
together, and throw holiness on thy name.
Sacred to the heart is the memory of a
mothers love!
Such were the reflections suggested !y an
incident in the great drama of life. poor
victim was staggering homeward-no, he
knew not whittier! when he fell heavily to
the earth. Stunned and bruised by the fall,
he lay for a moment insensible, but assis-
tance soon restored him 10 consciousness, and
to a sense of extreme degradation.
81 thank you gentlemen" said he, falter.
ing, it was hard fall, but | am better now.
have had many such. 1t is nothing when
you get used to it? and he laughed as he
prepared to start again on his way.
"What a pity" remarked spectator,
that YOU should thus debase your manhood
b. selfish indulgence in strong drink.
"You're temperance lecturer, | sup
p,se," sneered the inehriatc.
" No, friend" replied. the gentleman, " |
am not temperance lecturer-:4 least, not
one professionally. NehertheleSs, neglect
no Opportunity to speak a word in aid Of
that honest cause.
"You'er a preacher, then, may bes"
ono"
"Wcll, whatever you are, I want noac OF
Your advice"
"I merely meant It for your good," mildly
answered the gentleman. Are you mar
ried?"
"No."
"You have sisters and brothers 7"
"Yes, but they don't know me now."
Have You a Iather!"
"No, he died many years ago.
" 4 mOther!'
There was Il deep silence.
"You do not answer. Have you 4
mother!
The silence that elsned was broken by
the sobs Of the wrctched man. go God
q Godw he exclaimed-" she too is dead
broke her poor heart many a year since
by misconduct My poor, poor mother
SO good and SO kind, 50 gentle and torgiv-
ingw and he smote his own breast in the
bitterness of his anguish.
Unhappy man-oh, how unhappy at that
moment. Through all the vicissitudes of
life, a mothers love had followed hin-en.
treating, urging and imp!oring him t" for
sake evil, and cling only unto that which Is
right. In vain had she striven, he had
gone on bIindy, pervcrscy, recklessl.y, until
now he was broken down in health, fortune
and reputation, an ontcast from society, dis
owned by his own flesh and blood Yet in
the midst of this accumullnn OF wretchrd.
ness, there came reproachfully, yet full OF
love, across the weary waste OF years a
mothers voice, sweet and sad, and the heart
bowed in grief to its mute appeal.
Honor to woman! Without her smiles
the world would lose its b:i yhtness-socie-
tvs charm would no longer eXist-ChriS.
tianity would languish without her aid and
approval
ain whose principles said the dying
daughter of Ethan Allen to her skeptical
father, in whose principles shall | die
yours, or those OF my christian mother?'
The stern old hero of riconderoga brush,
ed Il tear from his eye as he turned away
and with the same rough voice which sum
moned the British to surrender, now tremu.
lous with deep emotion, said,- =
:'ln your mothers, child in your mother'sr y
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