The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1853-03-08
EsDAY MORNING MARCH 8, 1853.
A Mothers Love.

Who is there that does not acknowledge
and bow in reverence to mothers love g
What is it that causes the eye to fiIl-that re-.
fuses utteraEce to speech, and overwhelms
with utter loneliness in the midst of life e
Deny it not, true at heart; it is the sacred
ress of mothers love-felt through long
years it may be yet always pure, ever sacred,
blessing and refreshing! Gentle mother! ten
derest, trucst, best of friends constant in love
in veal or woe-in deformity or health, in
honor or shame-through evil and good re-
port-thy affection knows no change nor the
shadow of turning. blessings on thee! Earl
lest 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 by an
incident in the great drama of life. A poor
victim to intcmpcrance was staggering home
warcs-no. he knew not her!-when he
fell heavily TO the earth. Stunned and bruis-
&c by the fall, he lay for moment insensi-
bic, but assistance soon restored him to con-
scousness, end to sense of his extreme deg
radiation.
y thank you, gentlemen said he faltering,
'it was hard fall, hut | am better now. [
have had many such. 1t is nothing when you
get used to it y and he laughed as he prepared
to start again en- his way.
what pity, remarked spectator that
you should thus debase your manhood by sell
fish indulgence in strong drink
You're temperance lecturer, | suppose
sneered the nebriate.
no frend,' replied the gentleman, Il am not
a temperance lecturer-at least, not one pro.
fessedly. Nevertheless, neglect no oppor-
tunty to speak word in aid of that honest
cause
You're preacher, then, maybe?'
NO
''vcll, whatever YOU are, I want none of
your advice
i merely meant it for your good,' mildly
answered the gentleman. 'Are you married?
No
You havc sisters and brothers 2
yes, but they don't know me now.'
Have you father:' q.
no. lie died many years since
"A mothcr:'
There was deep silence.
'You do not answer. Have you mother:
The silence that ensued was broken by the
sobs of the wretched man. % God-O God!
he cxclaimed-fsh too, is dead | broke her
poor heart many years since by misconduct
My poor, poor mother! So good and so kind
so gentle and forgivingf and he s'note his
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 hiln--entreating,
ursi"g, imporing him to forsske evil, and cling
onv :. . t!,at-which is right. In vain had she
striven--he mad gone Oh blindly perversely,
rccklcssly, until now he was broken down in
health fortune and reputation, an outcast from
society, disowncd by his own flesh and blood.
Yet in the midst of this accumulation ofwretch-
eduess, there came reproachfuIly, yet full of
love, mothers voice, sweet and sad, and the
heart bowed in grief to its mute appeal.
Honor to woman! Without her smiles,
the world would loose its brightncss--socie-
tvs charm would exist no elonger--Chrstan
ity would langush without her aid and anpro
val.
In whose principles said the dying daugh-
ter of Ethan Allen to her skeptical father, 'in
whose principles shall die-yours, or those
Of my Christian mother!,s The stern old hero
of Iicondegora brushed tear from his eyes
as he turned away, and with the same rough
vo,re which summoned the British to surren
der, nov tremulous with deep emotion, said {:
IN YOUR MOTHERS, cHILD--IN YOUR MOTH
ER'sr
tfN 4. Al.