The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1857-10-15
Seymour, " Y
ga Chip from the Old Block.-

| There Is no disputing the fact; it shines il
the lace of every little child. The coarse, scold
ing, biwling woman, will have coarse, vicious
bawlng fighting children. She who cries on
every occasion, I'll box your earS,--rll sluI
your jaws,--Ill break your neck" is known as
thoroughly through her children as if her un
wonany manners were openly displayed in the
public streets.
In Sc remarks were suggested by the convtr.
sation IN an omnibus-that noble institution
ior the student OF men and mlnnArs-betwcrn a
| friend and schoolm ister. 0nrt-acter was caus
tic, mirthlu and sharp. His wit flashed like
the polished surface OF diamond aud kept the
buss in "roar." The entre community OF
lnsiders-and whoever is intimate with these
conveyances can form pretty good idea of our
numb'r--lnclusive of the one more" so well
known to the fraternity-turned their h"als, and
ears one way, and finally our teacher said:
" can always tell the mother by the boy
The urchln who draws back with doubled fist,
and lunSns at his playmate if he looks at him
askance, has very questionable mother. She
may feed him, clothe him, cram him with sweet.
meats, end coax him with promises but it she
gets mad she fights. She will pull him By the
jacket; she will give him knock in the back :;
she Will drag him BY the hair she will call him
all sorts OF wicked names, while passion plays
over her red face in lumb,nt 1tmrs that curl
And we never see the courteous little fellow
with smooth locks and gentle manneGs-in whom
dellcacy does not detract from courage or manli-
ness. bu: We say that boys mother is d true
lady Her words and her ways are soft, low
ing and quiet. If she reprOves, her language is,
my son,'-no "you littla wrcch--yon plague
OF my litr!-you torment you scamp!''
She leads b'tore him as the pillar of light
before the wandering Israeites, aud her beams
are reflected in his face. To him the word
mother is synonymous with everything rure
sweet and beautiful. Is he an artist? In after
LIE thu face that with holy radiance shines on
his canvass will be the mothrr-lace. Whoever
iiils across his path with sunny smiles and soft,
low voice, will bring mplhers" image freshly
to his heart. Size is like my mother" will b.
the highest need Of his praise. Not even when
the hair turns silver and the eyes grows dim.
Will the mlj j.sly oI that life AMI presence desert
him.
But the ruffin mothar-alas! that there
are such will form the ruff III character of the
man."
We wonder not that there are so many awk-
ward, ungainly men in socirty-,hey have all
been trained by women who knew nOtnUr cared
tor the holy natures OF their trust. They have
been made bitter to the hearts core, and that
bitterness will find vent and Judgement some
where Strike the infant in anger, and he will
II he cannot reach you, vent his passion BY
heating the floor. the chair, or any inanimate
thing within reach. Strike him repeatedly, AMI
by the time he wears shoes he will have become
a little bully, with hands that double for fight
as if especial pains had been taken to teach him
in the art Of boxing.
Mothers, remember thai your mlnners mould
the child
Stillcst streams
OF water, faircst meadows, and the bird
That nutters least is longest on the wing"
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