Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-10-15
The Manners of the Mother Mould the
Child

There is no dsputing this fact it shines in
the face of every little child The coarse Draw
ling scolcing, woman will have vicious, Draw
ling, fighting children. She who cries on every
occasion, I'm box your ears-I'll slap your
jaws-I'll break your neck is known as thor
oughly through the children as if her unwomanz
Iy manners were openly displayed in. the publ
streets. n
These remarks were suggested by the con-
yersation III an omnibus-that noble institution
for the student of men and manners-between
friend and schoomaster. Our teacher was
caustlc, mirthful and sharp. His wit flashed
like the polished edge of a diamond and kept
the "buss in n roar" The entire community of
insiders and whoever is intimate with those
conveyanccs can form pretty good idea of our
numbers-inclusive of the Zone more" SO well
known to the fraternity, turned their head, eyes
and ears one way, aud finally our teacher said
Il can always tell the mother by the boy
The urchin who draws back with doubled fists,
and plunges at his playmate, if he looks at him
askance, has a very questionable mother She
m feed him and clothe him, cram him with
sweetmeats 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 will drag him by the hair, she will
call him all sorts of wicked names; while pas
sion plays over her face in lambent flames that
curl and writhe out of the corner of her eyes.
And we never see the courteous little fellow
with smooth locks and gentle manners-in
whom decacy does not detract from courage
and manliness, but what we say, "that boys
mother Is q true LADY, Her words and ways
are soft, loving and quiet. If she reproves, her
language is, ''my son not you little wretch
plague Of my lite-you torment-you scamp"
''She hovers before him pillar of light be-
fore the wandering Israelites, and her beams
are reflected in his face. TO him the word
mother is synonymous with everything pure,
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life the face that with holy radiance shines on
his canvass will be his mothers face Whoev-
er 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 to his praise. Not
even when the hair turns silver and the eyes
grow d!m will the majesty of that life and pre-
sence desert him.
But the ruffian mother-aIas! that there are
such!-will form the rufhan character of the
man. He in turn, will become mercilcss ty-
rant with a tongue sharper than a 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 con-
dition that he sha be master. And master he
is. fer q few short years, when he wears the
wdows's weed till he finds victim number
two
We wonder not there are so many awkward,
ungainly men in sOciety-they have be train
ed by women who do not care for the holy ma
ture of their trust. They have been made bit.
ter to the hearts core, and that bitterness will
find vent and Judgment somewhere.
"Strike the infant in anger, and he will if he
cannot reach you. vent his passion by beating
the floor, the chair any inaninatc thing with
in reach Strike him repeatedly, and by the
time he wears shoes he will become a little bully
with hands that double to fight as naturally as
if especial pains had been taken to teach him
the art of boxing.-N. Y. Evangelist.