Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1860-11-08
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THURSDAY, NOV, Sth 1860
A Few Words to Mothers.

A Few Words to Mothers.
The following article we
find in one of our exchanges, and give it to
our readers because it is good. Let Moth
ers read it carefully
Zone great trial, and source of depression
to married woman, surrounded with a ia
mily of little children, is the small am ount
she can do; it seems literally, as month af-
ter month rolls by, as if she accomplished
nothing Life seems blank, only filed up
with petty cares, that wear out, and corrode,
and canker, the frail tenement of flesh, but
leave no trace behind.
'Oh2 ifI could only live for something
could cheerfully bear all the burd ems time
brings to me ~ is the desponding cry of
many a mother: but, mother, look back on
your own childhood and then tell me if you
do not live for something Years ago, tired,
hungry, from your out door play, who
brought you the nice bowl, brin ming with
milk, that tasted sweeter to you than the ra.
rest dish to the epicure? Who folded you
in her arms. and rocked you to sleep as
gently as the bee is rocked in its bed Of rose?
Who gave bright smiles and kisses, when
YOUR little heart wal quivering with pain,
from the harsh, unfeeling words of some
playmate? Whose scft step, and light touch
and Whispered words of prayer, drove away
the images of fear that darkness to the child
is too often peopled with, and left brightness
in the belief cf protecting, sleepless cara
over all? Who famed your fevered brow,
and held the cooling draughr, that dipped
from the gray rocks IN the woods, which you
had dreamed Of all night, to your lips, ard
talked pleasantly of HEAVIER, when your little
feet seemed almost ready to step into Deaths
dark river, and you shrank trembling back
from the hurrying water? Who gave you
The pleasant memories of childhood, that
have stolen to your heart as gently as the
dew to the flower. through the long, long
years, and brought light and Joy to the dark
est hour OF your life? Name your price for
these memories, ard then Can tell you what
you are accomplishing What if God has
said to your yourgess, and pet one, with soft
silken ringlets. and rosy dimpled fat hand,
who is catching at the buttons on her Dress
"He is little thing, l will not mind about
lis sight, Think Of those laughing. spark
ling. pretty, pretty eyes. as you have said
a hundred times, as sightless orbs; never
again turing to his little crib, TO find him
watching you from under the lace; never
starting from sleep as he clasps his arms
around your neck. and raising your head
from the pillow to catch view in the clear
moonlight Of his loving eyes; never again
joyng at glimpses Of baby's mind, through
TIE minds windows.
Whatif God has said, "He is little thing
I will not mind about his intellectV' just
look at your sweet baby, laughing cooling,
forever touching some chord Of rrids and
Joy, and then clasp souless casket in your
arms. His cheek is fair and delicate tinted.
his hair golden as sunbeam. but his poor
little mouth and eyesl No answering SMILE
no grieved look, no wonderirg G glance, no
thing but vacant stare. Think of watching
and yearning so for one look of intelligence.
and when gen catch your breath with joy to
think it is yours. have it end in a smile of
mere muscle, contortion Of the lips. Oh,
the disappointment she death Of a loved one
brings no Go;rcw like that
God. who said, LET there he light ard
there was light," has great and stupendous
Sings before Him, but not sparrow falls TO
the ground without his rotice and if a bird
is worthy of His care need mother complain
that time, talents, strength, must be given
for the comforts and training of little ones,
whO each has soul uudying as eternity p
Perhaps when time passes, and those loved
children go out from the maternal nest, and
their hearts grow hard and callous in the
battle of life. some-what you now think
iriAing vaueless-sct may come back to
them as sweet memory, that will permeate
the hard crust which is closiag around them,
and leave it open to all kind, pure il fuences.
We connot see the end from the beginning,
so let US trust Him who can, and accept our
work sheerfully, if It does debar US from en-
tering Into the achievement of what we are
often tempted to think-ars the great deeds
Of life.
The Simple Secret.
Twenty clerks in a store
twenty hands in printing Office twenty
apprentices in ship yard twenty boys
in village-all want to get on in the world
and expect to do SO. One Of the clerks will
become partner and make fortune enc
of the compositors will own a newspaper and
80 &c