Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-09-17
The Manners of the Mother Mould
the Child.

There is no disputing this fact; it shine:
in the face of every little child. The coarse
brawling scolding woman will have vicious
brawling fighting children. She who erie:
on every occasion, "lll box your ears-Il
slap yeur jaws-I'll break your neck" i:
known as thoroughly through her children
as if Ter unwomanly manners were openly
displayed on the public streets.
These remarks were suggested by the
conversation in an omnibus-that noble in.
stitution for the student Of men and man.
ners-between q friend and a schoolmsster
Our teacher was caustc, mirthful and sharp.
His wit flashed like the polished edge of o
diamond, and kept the "buss in a roar
The entire community of insiders-and Who
Sser is familiar with these conveyances can
form pretty good idea OF our number-in-
elusive of the "one more," SO well known
to the fraternity, their heads, eyes and ears
one way, and finally the teacher said:
81 can always tell the mother by the boy
The urchin who draws back with doubled
fists Id lunges ct his playmate if he looks
at him askance, has very questionable
mother. She may feed him and clothe him.
cram him with sweet-meats. and coax him
with promises, but if she gets mad she fights.
She will pull him by the jacket; she will
give hi n a knock on the back, she will drag
him by the hair; she will call him all sorts
OF wicked mares, while passion plays over
her face in lambent flames that curl and
writhe out of the corners OF her eyes.
Anc We never see the courteous little fel-
low, with smooth locks and gentle manners
in whom delicacy does not detract from
courage and manliness, but we say 'that
boys mother is true lady, Her words
and her ways are soft, loving and quiet. II
she reproves. her language is my son'-not
you little wretch--plague of my life-you
torment-you scamp
She hovers before him as pillar of light
before the wandering Israelites, and her
beams are reflected in his face To him the
word mother is synonymous with every thing
pure, sweet and beautiful Is he an artist!
In after life, the face that with holy radiance
shines on his canvass, will be the mothers
face Whoever fits across his path with
sunny smiles, and SOFT, low voice, will bring
mothers image freely to his breast She
is like my mother, will be the highest need
of his praise. Not even when The hair turns
silver and the eyes grow dim, will the
majesty of that life and presence desert him.
But the rutfan mother-alas! that there
are such!-will form the ruffian character
OF the man. He IN turn, will become a
mercless tyrant, with a tongue sharper
than iwo-edged sword, and remembering
the brawiing and the cutting, seek some
meek, gentle victim. for the sacrifice, and
make her his wife with the condition that he
shall be master. And master be is, for a
few short years, when he wears the widow
q weed till he thds victim number two"
we wonder not that there are so many
awkward, ungainly men in socety-they
have been trained by women who did not
care for the holy nature of their trust
They have been made bitter to the hearts
core, BEd that bitterness will find vent and
lodgmeat somewhere.
Strike the infant in anger, and he will if
he cannot resch you, vent his passion by
beating the floor, the chair, or any inan-
mate thing within reach. Strike him re-
peatedly, and by the time he wears shoes Q
will have become little bully, with hands
that double to fight as naturally as if espe-
cial pains had been taken to teach him the
art Of boxing.-N. Y. Evangelist.