Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1860-10-05
A MOTHERS LOVE.


The instant one trembling breath up
heaves the tender bosom Of her child,
and the glad expression of life Fits across
its tiny conference.-the moment one
infantile accent falls from its little lips,
breathing the first language of nature,
seeming already to say, =" Mother ! Mo
Their p from that moment an everlasting
love leaps into the bosom of the parent,
expands with the. growth of her child,
and increases with its strength.
The Interchangeable fidelity and soul
subduing tenderness of mothers love,
as we see it in our recollections of child
hood, and in our dreams of youth, is like
divine feeling sent from Heaven to soft
en- human nature, and to prove that it
yet has an affinity to things above the
earth. Trace q mothers regard from
the pillow of infancy--her own faithful
bosom, to the death-couch of her child.
when sorrow and sickness surround it {;
and you will find her Interchangeable and
unchanged. Other affections founded
upon passion may wither away to nothing,
as time travels down to oblivion-friend-
ships may decay and youthful love be
suspended by infatuation, but this one
feeling predominates to the latest breath
ing of existence, knowing no shadow,
seeing no blight.
Who that hath seen an anxious mother
watching over the cradle of her sick or
slumbering child, and marking with most
intense interest the faintest change of its
conference.-the that has seen the huc-
tuating expression Of that parents sleep
less eye, can hesitate in declaring that
in the emotion which prompts her actions
has no parallel in the bosoms of mankind
Nights Of unmurmuring watchfulncss,
days of unwearied fatigue; and life
time Of numberless deprivations, will all
be patiently borne by mother if her
child but reaps the benefit of such I'M
earthly WEAKNESS and trial. Oh that
love cannot be less than relict of para
disc, pure and hallowed perception com
ing from the treasury of ronaan's soul,
beacon light to her offspring in the dark
days Of misfortune, when all other con-
solutions have sunk into chaos. Yea,
when our youthful friends, and the school
companions Of childhood have forsaken
US, when shame or poverty have descend
ed heavily and witheringly upon US, and
even when our fathers voice has exclaim-
ed, away ! know you not--a mothers
love, like an impcrishable sun, cannot 90
out; its nature is existent or coessential
with her life, and one is extinguished
only with the other. Her pathetic tongue
will say, Thou art my child, and though
the hard-hearted world may spurn thee,
though thou art friendless and covered
with shame, thy mother cannot forget
the artless prattle Of thine infancy; can
not draw the remembrance of thy child
ish years in the dark waves of iniquity
which have flowed around thy latter ones.
She will still hope that the day of repcn-
lance is approaching ; still bclieve that
earthly misfortunes have led her Off
spring from the path of virtue. and fer
vently pray thata reformation may speedi-
~ take place, to obliterate the sinful ac-
tons Of her child.
In mothers love there is no insin-
ccrity, there are no modulations of for
tunes, but 1t lives and is nourishcd as in
tensely in the rural habitation of a pea.
SAINT, as among the noble, and the great.
and by the inheritors of diadem. It's
residence is 10 the centre Of the heart,
from whence it flows through every ave-
nue. Of her feelings, quickcning with its
blessed influence the slightest thoughts
and actions. And be that would repay
all the faithful tenderness Of mothers
devoted affection with unkindness and in
gratitude
- lis a. wretch
Whom twcre base iiattery TO call a coward"
EE- Several thousand Polish Jews
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