The western Democrat. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1852-1870, 1857-10-27
THE MANNERS or TIE MOTHER
: MOULD TEE CHILD.

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There Is no disputing this fact, it shines
in the face of every little child. This
coarse, brawling. scolding woman win have
vicious. brawiing, fighting children. She
who cries on every occasion, "rI box
your ears-I'll slap your jaws-I'n break
! your neck" is known as thoroughly
! through the children as if her unwomanly
manners were openly displayed in the pub
| lie streets.
| These remarks were suggested by a
| conversation in an omnibus-that noble in
| stitution for study of men and manners
between. q friend and schoolmaster. Our
teacher was caustic. mirthful, and sharp.
His wit flashed like the polished edge of a
diamond, and kept the "buss in a roar"
The entire community of insiders-and
whoever is intimate with those conveyances
can form pretty good idea of our numbers
inclusive of the zone more" so well
known to the fraternity. their heads, eyes
and ears one way. and finally our teacher
said: .t.f7'.@~@ ..~
I can always tell the mother by the boy.
The urchin who draws back with double
fists and lunges at his playmate if he looks
at him askance. has very questionable
mother. She may feed him and clothe
him, cram him with sweet meats, and coax
him with promises but if she gets mad.
she fights. She will pull him by the jacket
she will give him knock on the back, she
she will drag him by the hair, she will call
him all sorts of wicked names, while pas
sion plays over her face in lambert flames
that curl and writhe out of the corners of
her eyes.
And we never see the courteous little
fellow with smooth locks and gentle man
ners, in whom delicacy does not detraet
from courage and manliness, but We say
'that boys mother is true lady. Her
words and ways are soft, loving, and quiet.
If she reproves, her language is, my SON.
not you little wretoh-plague of my life
you torment-you scamp"
She hovers before him as pillar of light
before the wandering Israelites, and her
beams are reflected in his face. To him
the word mother is synonymous with every
thing pure, sweet. and beautiful. Is he an
artist? In after life, the face that with
holy radiance shines on his canvas will be
the mothers face. Whoever fits across
his path with sunny smiles. and soft, low
voice, will bring his mothers image freely
to his breast. She is like my mother, will
be the highest need of his praise. Not
even when the hair turns silver and eyes
grow dim. will the majesty of that life and
presence desert him.
But the ruffian mother-alas that there
are such will form the ruffian character
of the man. He, in turn, will become a
merciless tyrant, with tongue sharper
than two edged sword, and, remembering
the brawling and the cutting. seek some
meek, gentle victim, for the sacrifice, and
make her his wife, with the condition that
he shall be master.
We wonder not there are SO many awk-
ward, ungainly men in society--they have
been trained by women who do not care
for the holy nature of their trust. They
have been made bitter to the hearts core,
and that bitterness viii find vent and lodge
mert somewhere. tss
Strike the infant in anger. and he will, if
he cannot reach you, vent his passion by
beating the floor, the chair. or any inani-
mate thing within reach. Strike him re-
peatediy, and by the time no wears shoes
he will become a little bully, with hands
that double to fight as naturally ass.if
especial pains had been taken to teach bin
the art Of boxing. ,'....- ..... .-t.s