Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1857-07-11
"A Chip from the Old BlOck.7


There is no dispu,ing The fact It shines
in the face Of every ltlle child. The
coarse, brawling, scoldiDg woman will
have coarse, vicious, brawling. fighting
children. She who cries on every occa-
sion, "I'll box your ears, Ill box your
Jaws, I'll break your neck, is known as
thoroughly through her children, as II her
unworthy manners were openly displayed
in the public street.
These remarks were suggested by the
conversation in an omnibus--that noble
institution for the student of men and
manners-between a friend and school
master. Our teacher was mlrthiul, caus'
tic, and sharp. His wit flashed like the
polished edge OF diamond, and kept the
I"buss' in roar. The entire community
of insiders--and whoever is intimate with
these conveyances can form pretty good
Idea of our numbers--incluslye OF zone
more," so well known 10 the fraternity,
turned their heads, eyes, and ears one
way, and finally our teacher said
IL can always tell The mother by her
bOv. The urchIn who draws back his
! fist and Iunges his playmate, if he looks
at him askance has very questionable
mother. She may feed him, and cloihe
him, and cram him with sweetmeats, and
coax him with promises, bu, if she gets
mad, she fights. She will pull him by
the a,kel 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 passion plays over her lace
in lambent flames that curl and wreath
out OF her eyes.
land We never see the courteous little
fellow with smooth locks and gentle man
ners--in whom delicacy does not deiract
from courage and manliness--but we say,
"rhat boys mother is a true lady" Her
words and her ways are soft, loving and
quiet. If she reproves, ler language is
l"My son->not you lille wreich--you
plague Of my lile--you tormeni--you
scamp !"
"She hovers before him as the pillar OF
light before the wandering Israelites, and
her beams are reflected in his face. 10
him the word mother is synonimous with
everything pure, sweet and beautiful. Is
he an artist In after life, the face that.
with holy radiance shines on the canvass.
lin thai of his mother. Whoever fits
across his path with sunny smiles, and
soft, low voice, will bring "moiher's'
image freely 10 his heart. She is like
my mother will be Ne highest need OF
his praise. Nor even when the hair turns
silver and the eye grows dim, will the
majesty OF that life and presence desert
him. But The ruflian molher--alas that
there are such--will form the ruffan
character Of The man."
We wonder not that there are so many
awkward, ungainIy men in socieiy--ihat
they have all been trained by women who
knew NOT nor cared not for the holy na-
ture Of their trust. They have been made
bitter TO their hearts core, and that Bit
lerness will find vent and lodgmeni some
where. Strike the infant in anger, and
he will, if he cannot reach you, vent his
passion by beating the floor, chair or any
inanimae thing within his reach. Strike
him repeatedly, and by The time he weay
shoes, he will become a lille bully, with
hands that double for fight as naturally as
( if special pains bad been taken Io,teach
him the art ol boxing. Lancaster Intel
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