The Trinity journal., 1857-02-07
The Good Mother.

so deprayed, none SO lost to human ieellng, |
that they hear unmoyed the mention of
mothers name The first kind glance that
falls upon our infancy, beams from moth
ers eye, the first sweet smile that moves the
fountain of JOY in the infant soul comes
from a mothers face, and the first gentle
accents that soothe our pains and calm our
fears fall from mothers lips. And as we
pass from infancy to childhood, the name OF
mother is the first that trenbles in lisping
accents on the tongue. In all the joys that
strew with flowers the pathway of our early
years, it is the mothers hand that makes US
glad, and the mothers heart rejoiceS in our
happiness In all our sorrows it is to her
that we turn for consolation, and we are sure
to find it, Her loving hand wipes the tears
from the eye, and her voice of kindness
drives sorrow from the troubled breast, and
bids us look npon the bright world and be
happy. Disease may seize npon the frame,
and the sunken eye and paid check proclaim
its inroads, but the mother as ministering
angel, hovcrs round the couch of pain
through days of suffering, unwcaried and
uutired,
Watching the stars out by the bed of pain
With pale cheek and yet brow inspired
Her voice stills the angry passions that ruf
he the calm surface Of the soul, and speaks
peace to its troubled waters Her counsels
guide US in the way of truth and her teach
ings SOW the seeds Of virtue in the soil Of
the youthful heart. If the voice of con-
science has been unhecdcd, and we have
turned astray from the path Of duty, how
subduing are the mild words of reproof that
fall from 4 mothers lips, and warn us of the
dangerous path in which we have wandered (!
( When we have chosen the right way and
disregarded the allurements that would draw
us away, whose approving smile and words
Of praise do we value like a mothers?
AS we advance in years, and the fouu-
tains Of knowledge are unlocked that we may
drink Of their flowing streams, it is the
mothers heart that delights in each new
acquisition and watches with cagcrncSs the
unfolding of intellect. Temptations thicken
around us, aud vice spreads forth her snarcs
to cntrap the unwary, but mothers voice
warning sounds in our ears and for her
sake we turn from the tcmpter's call and
break the net that would prove our deStruc-
ton And when the hand of death has fall
len upon that beloved mother, how deep is
the grief, how dark the gloom that fails
upon our stricken hearts Desolatou
spreads over the household where the light
of a mothers love is qucuchcd, and we Sc, k
in vain for one to fill her place. How the
sweet recollections of her love and her kind
ness come over the spirit then and if we
have ever spoken an ungcntle word or cher
iShed harsh thought of her, these rcmcm-
branceS fill our souls with bitterness and
haunt us like tOrmenting spirits. How Of
ten, when sorrow has blghted and sin hard
cned the heart, does the thought of
mother arrest the Wandcrer in the road Of
guilt, and carry him back to the days of in
nocence, when he listened to his mothers
voice ; when her smile Of love chccred him.
and her words of wisdom checked the fol-
lies of his youth. The strong heart is melt
cd and he resolves to turn from his career
of crime into the path of virtue How
often has the remembrance of days of child
hood come over the mind amid temptations
wiles-the time when he knclt at a mothers
knee, and her lips taught him the words of
prayer, and then he has burst the fatal spell |
that bound him
Who can estimate mothers influence ?
who can tell mothers value ?-who can
tathom the depths of a mothers love ?
None can know a mothers worth till they
have seen her laid in the tomb and felt that
she was taken from their sight forever
And while | write, my thoughts wander to
the hallowcd sod under which, in a distant
land, slumbcrs the form ofmy loved mother
was but a child, yet it seems but yesterday
that | saw her laid in that restngplace.-
She had been an invalid for years, and we
had been taught to expect her death at any
moment yet when they told me she must
die was all unprepared to part with her
stood by her dying bed, and received her
last words of counsel, and her last kiss of
love and when all was over, and felt that
she was indeed gone, such sense Of desola- |
ton came over me that | wished in the bit |
terncss Of my heart that too might die
Years have passed, yet her memory re-
mains linked with the records of my happy
childhood, and think of her not as lying
in the cold grave but as a happy aud glor- |.
fled spirit in heaven, striking golden harp /
and tuning that voice, so sweet on earth, in .
sweeter strains above Though | monm
that she is not here to guide nay wayward /
steps, yet | would not call her back to a
world Of suffering and sorrow, and | bless
God that her example is before me, and
that he gave me such mother
--4+G0's-
The TARANTULAs NEsT.-The San An !
dreas independent thus describes a tarantu-
las nest found in that vicinity:
The chamber or round cell is about six .
inches long, perfectly smooth, and of vel
yety softness inside, entirely waterproof,
with a positive condenser or pneumatic en-
gine at the bottom to absorb the superabun-
dant moisture The substance of the house
is about as thick as and of the consistency
of, bonnet-board and it is no doubt formed