Daily Iowa State Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1859, 1857-10-20
DAVENPORT. ---ocroBER 20, -s57
Tho Manners OF the Mother Mould the

Tho Manners OF the Mother Mould tn
| child
There is no dispu,ing this fact.
shines in the face Of every little child. -
THIS coarse, brawling, scoiding woman
will have vicious, brawling, 6gh,in.
| children. She who cries on every oc
casioB. 'Pil box your ears-Pli slay
your jaws-l'll break your neck i.
known AS thoroughly through the child
rem as II her uawomanly manner were
openly displayed in the public streets.
These remarks were eugge.ted Nv O
conversation in an omnibus that noble
institution for the student If men and
Y maDners-between a friend and school
master. Our teacher was caustic, mirth.
fol and sharp. Ills wit flashed like the
/ polished edge OF a diamond, and kept
the 'buss in a roar The entire com
munity Of Insiders-and whoever is IN.
innate with those conveyances can form
pretty good idea OF their numbers-in.
elusive Of the zone MORE 60 well known
70 the fraternity, their heads, eyes and
ears one way, and finally our teacher
said
q can always tell the mother BY the
boy. The urcbin who draws back with
double fists and lounges at bis PLAYMATE
II he LOOKS al hin a.kance. has yery
questionable mother. Ste may feed and
ciothe him, cram him with swee,meats,
and coax him with promises, but If she
gets mad che fights. She will pull him
by the jacket, she will give him a knock
on the lack, she will drag him by the
hair, she will call him all sorts of wick.
Cd names, while passion plays over her
face In lambert flames that curl and
wrlhe out u the corners Of her eyes.
And We never see the courteous little
fellow with smooth locks and gentle
manners, In whom delicacy does not de-
tract from courage and manlir ess, but
We say that boys mother Is true lady.
Her words and ways are soft, loving and
quiet. II she rep-oves, her language is
my son'-not you little wretch plague
OF my iiic-you torment-you scamp
She hovers before him as pillar Of
light before the wandering israentes,
and her beams are rejected in his face.
10 him the word mother is SYNONYMOUS
with everything pure, sweet and beauti.
fus. Ia he an artist ! Iu after life the
lace that with holy radiance shines on
ms canvass will be tho mothers face
whoever fits across his path with sunny
smiiea, AMI soft, low voice, will br,pc
his mothers image freely to his breast.
She IS lke my mother, will DO the high
est need OF his praise. Not even when
the hair turns silver and tho ewes grow
DIM, Will the ma esty of that life and
presence desert him.
But the rulhan mother alas that
there arc sueh-wlIl form the ruffian
character Of the man. He, in turn, will
become merciless tyrant, with a
tongue sharper than two edged sword.
md remembering tho Drawing and the |
cuihng, seek some meek, gentle victim
Tor the sacrifice, and make her his wife: |
with the condition that he shall be mas. !
ter. And master BIO is, for q few short
years, whom be wears tho widower's
weed till ho finds victim number two.
We wonder not there are so many |
awkward, ungainly men in society-they |
have been trained by women who do not |
caro- Tor the holy nature of their trust
They have been made bitter to the |
hearts core, and that bitterness will find
vent and iodgmen, somewhere.
Strike tho infant in anger, ana he
VIII, IT be cannot reach you, vent his |
PASSION by boating the floor, the chair,
]r any lnanimate thing within roach
Strike hum repeatedly, and by tho time
ne wears shoes he will become a little
July, with hands that double to fight az
naturally as if especial pains had been
AIKEN to teach him tho art of boxing,