Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1854-04-20

And man thou noblest work of God
Thou, who canst never sec the load,
Thy wife sustains through life's rough road,
With thee and with her babies.
Go kneel upon thy mothers grave,
And think that every life she gave,
Made her deaths victim or lifc's slave;
Then love your wife-and babies
The HOME MornER.-Some one, writing
for rthe "Masonic Mirror" has drawn /;
charming picture of home.loving, child
loving mother:
ave must draw line, aye, broad line
between her and the frivolous butterfly o.
fashion, who firts from ball to opera and
party, decked in rich robes, and followed BY
train as hollow and heartless as herself
She who, forgetful Of the holy task assigned
her, neglects those who have been given in
her charge, and leaves them to the care OF
hirelings, while she pursues her giddy round
of amusements.
"Not so our home. mother blessings be
on her head The heart warns to see her
in her daily routine Of pleasant duties. How
patiently she sits, day after day, shaping
and sewing some article for use or adornment
for her little flock And how proud and
pleased is each little recipient ofher kindness!
How the little face dimplcs with pleasure,
and the bright eyes grow still brighter, as
mamma decks them with her own hands, in
the new dress she has made! How much
warmer and more comfortable they feel, if
mamma wraps them up before they 60 to
school No one but her can warm the
mitts and overshocs, or tie the comfortcrs
around the neck.
"There is peculiar charm about all she
does, the precious mother. They could not
sleep, nay, for that matter, she could not, if
she failed to visit their chamber, and, with
her own soft hands, arrange them comforta.
bly, before she sleeps! Her heart thrills
with gratitude to her Creator, as she looks on
those sweet blooming faces, and, when their
prayers are done, imprints good night kiss
on each rosy little mouth. 1t may be, too, a
tear will start for one little nesting, laid in its
chill narrow bed, for whom her maternal
care is no longer needed 1t sleeps, though
the sleet and snow descend, and the wild
winter winds howl around its head. Itneeds
no longer her tender care! A migh,ier arm
enfolds it! 1t is at rest! She feels and
knows that it is right, and bends meekly to
the Hand that sped the shaft, and turns with
a warmer love, if it be possible, to those little
ones who are left her to love. How tenderly
she guards them from every danger, and with
what a strong, untring love, she watches by
their bed side when they are ill Blessings
be on the gentle, loving home.mother. An.
gels must look with love upon her acts
Her children shall rise up and call her blessed,
and the memory Of her kindly deeds will
enfold her as garment"
Flowers AND MUsIc-Yes, two gifts
God has bestowed upon US that have in them.
selves no guilty trait, and show. an essential
divineness. Music is one of these, which
seems as though it were never born of earth,
but fingers with US from the gates Of Heaven
Music, which breaths over the gross. or sad,
or doubling heart, to inspire it with con.
seriousness of its most mysterious afinities,
and to touch the chords of its undeveloped,
unsuspected life. And the other gift is that
of Fiouers, which, though born of earth, we
may well believe, if anything of earthly soil
grows in the higher ream-ifany OF its meth.
eds are continued if any Of its forms are ideu-
tcal there,-will live on the banks of the Ri. |
yer of Life.
Flowers! that in all our gladness, and in all
our sorrow, are never incongruous-always
Appropriate in the church, as
ofits purest and most social thems,
aud blending their sweetness with the incense
Of prayer. Appropriate in the JOY Of the
hour, in the loneliness of the sick !
room, and crowning with beauty the fore.
heads of the dead. They give completeness
to the associations of childhood, aud are ap.
propriate even by the side of old age. strange.
ly as their freshness contrast with wrinkles
and gray hairs for still they are suggestive,
they are symbolical Of the souls perpetual
youth, the inward blossoming of Immortality,
the amaranthine crown. In their presence,
we feel that when the body shall drop as a
withered cal yx, the soul shall go forth as
winged seed.-Rev E. II. Chapin.
MARKlAGE.-I L He iolio"lIIS are lne Opl-
ions of two prominent ladies upon the subject
ofmarriage:
aMarrage is to woman state of slavery.
It takes from her the right to her own proper.
", and makes her submissive in all things to
1er husband. d."-Lucy Stone.
" Marriage state of slavery aye, but the
bonds are silken and easily worn. Marriage
S the sanctifer of love-an institution which
acknowledges the right of woman to be pro- !.
ected, and the duty of man to protect her.
The offices of wife and mother are not those
If slaves. What higher destiny beneath the
kies than to instruct the infant mind in
houghts Of purity! What holier mission
han to soothe the turbid torrent of mans :
PASSIONS by word-a look-a smile! 1t
$ to woman that this work is given. Woman,
n her vocation, may cheer the tired spirit,
nay lend hope to the desponding, may whis- |
er love to the onely-while men may toll, S
nd traffic, and fuss, and fret, and grow saw {
&c. Who would exchange places with him!" T
Ella Wentworth's Journal. II