The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-09-12
The Manners Of the Mother mold the Child.

There is no disputing this fact; it
shines in the face Of every little child.
The coarse, brawling, scolding woman
will have vicious, brawling, fighting chill
drca She who cries on every occasion,
an box your ears-I'll slap your jaws
III break your neck" is az thoroughly
known through her children as if her un-
womanly manners were openly displayed
on the public streets.
These remarks were suggested by the
Conversation in an o1ntiSus, that noble
institution for the student Of men and
manners, between friend and a school
master Our teacher was caustlc, mlrth-
full and sharp. His wit flashed like the
polished edge of diamond, and kept the
.buss in a roar" The entire community
of insiders--and who ever is intimate
with these conyeyanees, can form pretty
good idea Of our numbers-inclusiyc of
the cone more so well known to the fra
ternity, their heads, eyes and ears one
way, and finally the teacher said:
IL can always tell the mother by the
boy. The urchin who draws back with
doubled fists and lunges at his playmate il
he looks at him askance, has a very qucs-
tionable mother She may feed him and
clothe him, cram him with swcct-meats
and coax him with promises, but it she
gets mad she fights. She viii pull him
by the jacket; she will give him knock
on the back, she will drag him by the hair;
she will call him all sorts of wicked
names, while passion plays over her face
/ in lambent flames that curl and writhe ont
Of the corners of her eyes.
And VIC never see the courteous little
fcllow, with smooth locks and gcntl,
manners-in whom delicacy does not de,
tract from courage and manlincss, but w
say, that boys mother is true lady.
Her words and her ways are soft, loving
and quiet If she rcproves, her language
is my son'--not you little wretch
plague Of my life--you tormcnt--yo'
scamp
"She hovers before him as pillar o
light before the wandering lsraelltes, ant
her beams are reflected in his face. u
him the word mother is Synonymous will
everything pure, sweet and beautiful l
he an artist in after life, the face tina
with holy radience shines on his canvas
will be the mother face. Whoever fit
across his path with sunny smiles, am
soft, low voice, will bring his mother
image freely to his breast. She is lik
nv mother, will be the highest need o
his praise, Not even when the hair turn
silver and the eyes grow dim, will tn
, majesty of that life and presence deser
him.
aR,sx AhS rrtsIIiau mother-alas. tha
there are such will form the ruiha
character OF the man. He, in turn, WI
become merciless tyrant, with tongu
, sharper than a two edged sword, and RI
membering the brawling and the cufhns
seek some meek, gentle victim, for the 81
!, crifce, and make his wife with the cond
ticn that he shall be master And ma
ter he is, for few short years, when l.
= wears the widower's weed till he finds
victim number two
We wonder not that there are so man
awkward, ungainly men in soclety--the
have beeu trained by women who did III
4 care for the holy nature of their trust -
- They have been made bitter to the heart
core, and that bitterness will find vel
, and Judgement somewhere. Strike Il
:, infant in anger, and he will, If he cam
reach you, ven! his passion by beatir
the floor, the chair, or any mamma
c thing within reach. Strike him rcpea
|, cdly, and by the time Re wears shoes
IL will have become little bully wi
1t hands that double to fight as naturally
if especial pains had been taken to tea'
e him the art of boxing.--N. Y. Erong'