Muscatine journal. [volume] (Bloomington, Iowa) 1849-185?, 1853-06-17
A Mothers Love.


Who is there that does not ackno wi.
edge and bow in reverence to mothers
Lowell What is it that causes the eve
TO fill-tbat refuses utterance to speech
and overwhelms with utter Loneliness
in the midst Of life? Deny it not, tru.
ant heart. 1t is the sacredness of a mo.
theirs love-felt through long years i,
may be, ye, always pure and refreshing
Gentle mC,her! constant in love, in
veal or woe-in infirmity or health, in
honor or shame through evil ard good
report-thy affection knows no change,
nor the shadow of turning. Blessings
on thee! Earliest memories link to-
gether, and throw lonelines on thy
name; sacred TO the heart is the MEM
DRY Of a mothers love!
Such were the reflections suggested
by an incident in the drama of life. A
poor victim was staggering home wards;
no. he knew not whither!-when he
fell heavily 10 the earth. Stunned and
bruised by the fall. he lay for momen,
insensible, but assistance restored him
TO consciousness, and to q sense Of ex-
IRENE degradation.
- thank you, gentlemen" said he,
faltering, "it was a hard fall, but / IN
better now. fhave had many such. |,
is nothing when you get used to it," and
he laughed as he prepared 10 start again
on his way.
"What pity" remarked a spectator,
shat you should thus debase your man.
hood by selfish Indulgence in strong
drink"
you're Temperance lecturer. I SUP.
pose" sneered the inebriate.
''No, friend" replied the gentleman,
81 am not temperance lecturer: at
least. not one professionally. Never.
theless. neglect no opportunity to
speak word in aid Of that homes, cause. ("
''You are preacher. then, may BET"
"No."
"Well. whatever you are. want none
OF your advice"
II merely meant it for your good. I"
mildly answered the gentleman. "Are
you married."
"No."
Eyes. but they don't know me now"
"Have you father?"
"No, he died many years ago."
"A mother"
There was a deep silence.
= "You do not answer. Have you a
mother?''
The silence tina, ensued was broken
BY the sobs Of the wre,ched man.
20 God-O God!''-he exclaimed
"she too is dead broke her poor, poor
heart many years, since by misconduct.
My poor, poor mother! SO good and so
kind, SO gentle and forgiving!" 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, mothers love had followed
him--entreating. urging and implor-
ing him to forsake evil. and to cling
only to that which is right. In vain had
she striven: he had gone on blindly,
preversely. recklessly, until now he was
broken down in health. fortune and rep
utalion. an outcast from society, dis
owned by his own flesh and blood. Yet
in the midst Of this accumulation Of
wretchedness. there came reproachfully,
yet full Of love, across the weary waste
ofyears. 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 bright.
ness: society's charm would exist no
longer. Christianity would languish
without her aid and approval.
'ln whose principles" said the dying
daughter of Ethan Allen to her skeptical
father. Sin whose principles shall die
yours, or those ofmy Christian mother,"
The stern old hero of Ticonderoga
brushed tear from his eye as lie turned
away. and with the same rough voice
which summoned the British TO surren.
der, now tremulous with emotion, said:
sin your mothers, child-in your
er's".-Bulletin.