Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1857-10-31
The Manners of the Mother Mould
the Child.

the Child.
There is no dsputing this fact; it shines in
the face of every little child. This coarse,
brawling, scolding woman will have vicious
brawling, fighting, children. She who cries
on every occasion, "lll box your ears--l'll
slap your jaws--l'li break your neck" is
known as thoroughly through the children as
it her unwomany manner wers openly dis
played in the public streets.
These remarks were suggested by con-
versation in an omnibus-that noble institu-
ton for the studen, Of men and manners
between friend and schoolmastsr. Our
tencher was canstic mirthful and sharp. His
wit flashed like the polished edge Of 8 dia-
nond, aud kept the "buss iu a roar The
entire community Of insders--and whoever
is intimate with those couveyances can form
n pretty good idea of our nnmbers---inclusive
OF the ''ons more" so well known 10 the frater-
nity, their heads. eyes and ears ono way, and
finally our teacher said
can always tell the mother by tho boy.
Tho urchin who draws back with double fists
and lunges at his playmate it he looks at him
askance, has very questionable mother. She
may feed nId clothe hin, cram him with
swes.1,eats, and coax him with promises but
il she gets mad, she fights She will pull him
By the Jacket, she will give him knock on
the back, sue will drag him by tha bair, she
will call him all sorts OF wicked Names, while
passion plays over her face in lanIbent flames
that curl aud writhe out the corners Of her
syss. .-.
And We never see the courteous little fel-
low with smooth locks and gentle manners,
10 whom dellracy does not detract from c0u-
rage and r-anlness, but we say "that boys
mother is true lady. Her words and ways
are soft, loving, and quiet. II she reproves,
her language is, my son'-uot you little
wretch plague ofmy life--you torment--you
scamp" ..
She hovsrs before him as pillar Of lgat
before the wandering lsraelites, and her
heaina ere reflected in his face, To him the
! wold mntliefHs s., nonvraps - u -r""r' fh.ay.
pure. sweet dad bean. .iu, ,sls AZ .:.ls,
In after life the face that with holy radisnce
shines on his canvass wll be the mothers
face Whoever fits across bis path with Snn
ny smiles, and aoli. Tow voice, viii bring his
,nother's image ftsaly To his breast. She is
like my mother. viii bs lhe highest mood of
his praise Not e1en, when the hair turns
silver and the eyes grow din, will The majesty
| OF that lie sud preseuce desert hlih.
But the rusGan mother--nlas that there
are such--will form the ruilian character of
tile man He id iilrp will BECOME "a merci
less tyrant with tonere sharper than a
;wo.edged sword. aud remembering the braw
ling and the cutiing, seek some meek, gentle
victim for the sacrifice, and make her his
wife, with ihe condition that he shall be mas
ter he is, for few short years, when be wears
the widower's weed till be duds victim num
ber two.
We wonder not there are so many awk-
ward, ungainly men in society--they have
bao he ha m gara far
the holy nsitire OF their trust, Thsy bave
been made bitter to the heart scoFs, and that
bitterness will fnd vent and lodgmsnt SOME
whsre, r5.t. ,ft.f .-.a.s. Il l
Strike the infant 10 anger, and he will. il
lie cannot reach you, vent hIs passion By beat
/ log tho floor. the chair, or any inaniDate
thing within reach. Strike him repeatedly,
aud BY the time hs wears shoes he will be-
come little bully. With hands that double 20
dght as naturally rs il especia, pains bad
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