The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1859-08-24
From the Southern Churchman.
The Manners Of the Mother Mould the
Child.

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There is no disputing this fact; il shines in
the face Of every little child The coarse.
brawiiHg, Seeding woman, will have coarse,
vicious, bawling, fighting children. She who
cries on every occasion. an box your ears
III slap your jaws-l'll break your neck" is
known as thoroughly through her children as
| if her unwomanly manners were openly dis !.
played in the public streets.
These remarks we're suggested by the con.
versation in an onnibus--that hsble institu-
ton for the students Of men and manners
between friend and schoolmastef. Our
teacher was caustic, mirthful, and sharp. His
wit flashed like the polished edge Of dia-
monj, and kept the i. buss" in 4" roar" The
entire community OF insiders--and whoever
is intimate with these cenyeyances can form
a pretty good idea Of sur numbers inclusive
Of the " one more" 50 well known to the fra
ternity, turning heir heads, eyes, and ears
one way. and finally our teacher said, !" can
always tell the mother by the boy. The ur-
chin who draws back with double fist, and
lunges at his playmate If he looks at him ask
snce, has very questionable mother. She
may feed and clothe him and cram him with
sweetmeats. and coax him with promises. but
III she gets mad, she fights. Sire 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 DYER her red face in the
lambent flames that curl aud write out at
the corner Of her eyes.
And we never see the courteous little fsl-
low with smooth locks and gentle manners
in whom delicacy does not detract from cour-
age or manliness, bnt we say, That boys
mother is true LADY, Her words and her
ways are soft, loving and quiet. IL she re-
proves. her language is my son'--set. you
little wretch-you plague Of my life-yod
sornent-you scamp"
!" She hovels before him as the pillar Of
light before the wandering IsraeIites, and her
beams are reflected in his face. To him the
word. mother. is synonynRus with eSsy1ing
pure. sweet, and beautiful. Is he an artist:
10 after life. the face that with holy radiancs
shines on his cansass, will be the mother face.
Whoever fits across his path with sunny
smiles and soft, low voice, will Lrng moth
er's' image freshly 10 his heart. .Sbe 10 Ike
my mother will be the highest need Of hk
praise. Not even when the hair turns silver
and the eye grows din, will1Ae majesty OF
that life and presence desert him.
" But The ruffian mother-slas, that there
are such-will torn the rnfiian character of
the man. He ia his turn will become mer-
CHESS tyrant, With a tongue sharper than a
two edged sword and remembering the brawl-
ing and the cutting. seek some meek, gentle
victim for the sacrifice, and make her his
wife, with the condition sat he shall be mas
ter. And master he is for few sad years.
when he wears a widower's weed till he finds
victim number two"
We wonder not that there are 50 many
awkward. ungainiy men in society-they have
all been trained BY women who knew not nor
cared for the holy nature Of their trust. They
had been made bitter to the hearts core, and
that bitterness will fnd vent and lotgmeAt
somewhere. Strike the infant in anger, aud
lie will. il he cannot reach you. vent his pas
sion BY besting the floor, the chair, er any in
animate thing within reach. Strike him re-
peatedlv, snI If he wears shoes he will have
become little bully. with hands that double
for fight as natural as if especial pains had
been taken to teach him the art ofbpIing.
Mothers, remember that your manners
mould the child.