The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1857-02-27
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The Manners fthe Mother Mold
the Child.

The Manners OF the Mother Mold
the Child.
There is no disputing this fact; i
shines in the face Of every little child
The coarse, brawling, sooldiug women
will have vicious, brawhug, fighting
children. She who cries ON every occa
sion, I'll box your ears-I'll slap your
jaws-I'll break your neck, is known as
Thoroughly through her children as il her
unwomauly manners were openly dis.
played in the public streetsl
These remarks were suggested by the
conversation. in an omnibus-that noble
institution for the student of men aud
manners-between friend and school.
master Our teacher was caustic, mir h.
tnl and sharp, His wit flashed like the
polished edge Of a diamond, and kept the
buss' ia roar The entire communi.
" of insiders -snd whoever is intimate
with these oonYeyances can form pret-
" guod idea Of oar numbers-inclusiv
OF the one more, 50 well known to the
fraternity turning their heads. eyes and
ears one way and 6nal y our teacher said
r. 4 can always tell the mother by the
boy. The urchin who draws back with
doubled fists. aud lungs at his playmate
Il he looks at him askance, has a very
questionable mother She may feed him
aud clothe him, cram him with sweet
meats. and coax him with promises, but
It she gets mad, she fights. She will
pull him by the jacket; she will give him
a 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 Ltmbsut flames thai curl
and writhe out Of the corner Of her
eyes. ...
Aud we never see the courteous little
fellow with smooth locks and gentle
manuers--in is whom delcacy does no.
detract from couaga or mauliness- but
we say, that boys mother is a true Ia
dy.' Her words and her ways are soft
loving and quiet. If she reproves, her
language Is, my son--not you little
wretch-you plague Of my life-you tor
ment--you scampl
She hoYers before him as a pillar of
light before the wandering Israeites, and
her beams are reflected in his face. To
him the word mother is synonymous
with everything pure, sweet and beauti-
tiful. Is he an artist? In after life, the
face that with holy radiance shines on
his canva s, will be the mothers face. -
Whoever fits across his path with sunny
smiles. and SOFT. low voice, will bring
mother image freshly TO his heart. She
is like my mother, will be the highest
need of his praise. Not even when the
hair turns silver, and the eye grows dim,
will the majesty Of that life aud presence
desert him. .....r ~
But the ruflian mother-alasl that
there are suchl-will form the rufiian
Character of the man. He in his turn
will become merciless tyrRnt, with a
tongue sharper than a two edged sword
and remembering the brawlDg and the
cutting seeking so ne meek, gentle vic
tim for The sacrifice, and make her his
wife. with the condition that he shall be
master And master he is, for few sad
years, when he wears widower's weed,
till he finds a victim number TWO.
We wonder not there are so many
awkward, ungsirly men in soeiety-they
have all been trained by women who
knew not. nor cared for the holy nature
Of their trust. They have been made
bitter to the hearts core, and that bitter.
ness will find vent and lodgment some
where. Strike the infant in anger, and
he will, if he cannot reach you, vent has
passion by beating the floor, the ohalr.or
any inanimale thing within reach. Strike
him repeatedly, and by the time he wears
shoes he will have become a little bully,
with hands that double for fight as natu-
rally as If especial pains had been taken
TO teach him the art Of boxing.
Motbers, remember that your man
ners mold the child.-N. Y. Eyangel-
ist. l-5.I.s ~