The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1857-07-08

w istt Oh FERTILITY, or OF Inofdl eLtititNOI
depends more ON its teacher, than the
home upon the mother! What influence
of all the worlds professors, and teachers,
tells SO strongly on the habit of a mans
mind, as those gentle droppings from a
mothers lips, which. day by day, and
hour by hour, grow into the charging
statue of his soul, and live with it forever?
Tney can hardly be mothers, who aim at
broader, and noisier field they have for
cotton to be daughters: they must needs
have lost the hope of being wives!
Be this how it may, the heart of a man,
with whom affection is not name, and
love a mere passion Of the hour, yearns-
toward the quiet of a home, as toward the
goal of his earthly JOY, and hope. And
as you fasten there your thought, an in
dulgent, yet dreamy fancy paints the loved
image that is to adorn it, and to make it
sacred.
She is there to bid you-God speed =
and an adieu, that hangs like music on
your ear, as you 90 out to the every day
labor Of life At evening, she is there to
greet you, as you come back weariod with
a days toll; and her look so full of glad
ness, cheats you of your fatigue; and she
steals her arm around you, with soul of
welcome, that beams like sunshine on her
brow and that fills your eye with tears of
a twin gratitude-to her, and Heaven!
She is not unmindful of those old-fash-
Toned virtues Of cleanliness, and of order,
which give an air Of quiet, and which
secure content. Your very unworthiness
of all this haunts you like an accusing
spirit, and yet penetrates your heart with
a new devotion, toward the loved one
who is thus watchful of your comfort.
She is gentle; -keeping your love, as
she has won it, by thousand nameless
and modest virtues, which radiate from
her whole life and action. Sha steals up
on your affections like summer wind
breathing softly over sleeping Valleys
She gains mastery over your sterner ma
ture, by very contrast; and wins you I'M
Willingly to her lightest wish. And yet
her wishes are guided by that delicate
tact, which avoids conflict with your man
ly pride; she subdues, by seeming to
yield. By a single soft word of appeal,
she robs your vexation of its anger; and
with a slight touch of that fair hand, and
one pleading look of that earnest eve, she
disarms your sternest pride.
She is kind shedding her kindness,
as Heaven sheds dew. Who could doubt
it?-least of all, you, who are living on
her kindness, day By day, as flowers Ike
on light? There is none of that oficious
parade, which blunts the point OF benevo-
lence; but it tempers every action with
blessing. If trouble has come upon YOU,
she knows that her voice beguiIing you
into cheerfulness, will lay your fears; and
as she draws her chair beside you, she
knows that the tender and confding way,
with which she takes your hand, and looks
up into your earnest face, will drive away
from your annoyance all IFS weight. As
she fingers, leading off your thought with
pleasant words, she knows well that she
is redeeming you from care, and soothing
you to that sweet calm, which such home
and such wife can alone oestow. And
in sickness,-sickness that YOU almost
covet for the sympathy it brings.-that
hand of hers resting on your fevered fore
head, or those fingers playing with the
scattered locks, are more full of kindness
than the loudest vaunt of friends and
when your FILLING strength will permit no
more, you grasp that cherished hand
with fullness Of joy, Of thankfulness, and
OF love, which your tears only can tell.
She is good;-her hopes live where
the angels live. Her kindness and gen
tleness are sweetly tempered with that
meekless and forbearance which are born
OF Faith. Trust comes into her heart, as
rivers come to the sea- And in the dark
honrs of doubt and foreboding, YOU rest
fondly upon her buoyant Faith, as the
treasure of your common life; and in
your hoier musings, you look to that
frail hand, and that gentle spirit, to lead
you away from the vanities of worldly
ambition, to the fullness of that ioy,
which the good inherit.