The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-10-17
A MOTHER'S LOVE

OF all the ties that bind, as it were,
the human family into one brotherhood,
either through the impulses of selfish mo-
tive or because of seemingly undying
attachment, made manifest by the strong
est evidences of fervent dcvotedncss up
on the part of those who evidently mani
fest an interest in the future welfare and
happiness of their fellow beings, there
are none so deep, So lasting, so devoted,
so fervent as those pure and unsullied i'm
pulses of nature, that prompts the kind
and devoted mother to daily, and hourly,
and nightly watch over and protect those
whose welfare she seeks to secure by the
nearest and dearest ties Of nature. Those
whom we most hi ghly esteem as the dear
est Of friends, in whose bosoms we re-
pose the utmost confidence, and with
whom we entrust the hidden secrets of
our bosoms, may soon be eradicated from
our memories, their brilliant names blot
ted from the musty tablets of the past,
and even their memories forgotten. Yes,
all our youthful associations soon pass
away. Friend after friend departs and
are forgotten. Some, like the fading
leaves Of autumn, have fallen into the
dark and dreary shades of earth, others
only irailed shrough the long weary dis
tance af separation.
Each day adds something new to the
heightened catalogue of events, while
the old is constantly passing away. Yet,
amid all these varied scenes and changes,
the pure devoted love of kind and de-
voted mother can never die. 1t remains
stamped upon her heart, as it Were, by
thr Impress of the hand Of Him whose
name is love. The waves of time and
absence cannot wipe it out, nor the
gloomy mist of sorrow and misfortune OBJ
literate it. 'Tis as firm and immovab!e
as the rock Of ages--deep as the ocean
wave, and lasting as eternity. Time may
produce its changes upon all that sur
round Us, yet it can work no change in
her Its plowshare has cut deep its fur
rows upon her aged and faded check, -
Days and nights OF long and anxious care
has dimmcd the fire that once lit her eye
with the brilliant glow of youthful beauty
and vigor. Toll has bent her form be-
meath its weight. Sorrow and dis
appointment has obliterated the burning
spark of hope and JOY that had once SO
beautifully adored her careworn brow,
and the chilling frosts of time have set
tied upon those scattered locks, once the
Joy and pride of the fair and beautiful.
In one, all that is subject to the fatal
rayages of time, have felt the weight of
its unyicldiug influences. The voice
once clear aud musical, now broken and
tremulous. Footsteps once firm and elas-
tic, now tottering upon the brink of the
grave. These all have undergone their
various changes, yet there is one adhe-
rent principle of her nature remaining
yet unchanged That pure and fervent
love that once had thrilled her bosom,
still remains. The rapid flight Of years
had only added fuel to the rising flame,
and the tanning breezes of sorrow, grief
and misfortune, like the burning winds
that sweep over the desert plains of Afri-
rica have only served to increase its fer,
vent heat, and light to a brilliant blaze
the faint and ghmmering spark that cnee
laid dormant within her bosom.
Who has not seen her at the dead and
silent hour Of midnight, when natures
voice had died away with the departing
rays of of the setting sun, bend over hel
sleeping infant carressing it with all lht