The Mountaineer. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1859-1861, 1860-12-01
a FEW WORDS no MOTHERS.

OSEs great trial, and source OF tlepres.
sion, 70 q married wsmani surrounded with
"a family Of iitde. children, Is the sinalt
amount she can do; It seems literally, as
month after month rolls by, as If she ae.
.complished notling.; Life seems a blank,
only filled mp with petty cares, that wear
out, and cGrroae, md canker, the. frail
tcnemeutof flesh, but leave no trace be-
hind. Es1a.'f: - ~ s.Fa n. 49,. (
ION! n / cor;d only I've for something.
/ could cheerf,dly bear all'the burdens
time brings 70 nie !" is the Responding
Ecry oil many a.motffcr: but, mother, leok
back on your own childhood, aud then tell
me II You do not I've for sometbipgi
Years ago, fired, hungry, from ybur odts
door llay, who brought you the iiiceb0wi,
Ebrimning with milk, that tasted sweeter
10 you;thau: the rarest dish to theepfcureg
Who folded you in her arms, aud rocked
you 10 sleep Gs gently as the bsc isrocked.
in its he'd Of roseSa Who gave bright
smiles and kisses, when your littTc heart
was qniTerfng with pain, from The harsh.
IunfeeIiag words OF 9nePlayihhte? Whose.
soft step, aud light touch, and whispered
words Of prayer, drove away theiimages
Of fear that darkness TO Tie child IS loo
often peGpled with, and left brightness IN.
the belief eta protecting, sleepless care
aver all? WhefaGncd yoar feverett brow,
/ aud held the oliug.draughtthat dripped
| from the gray rocks IN the woods, which
Yen had dreamed Of AL night, 10 your.
lips, and, talked pleasantly OF heaven,
when ypir LITTLE feet seemed almost ready
10 stcp inta Deaths dark river, and. you
shrauk trembling back from the harryiirg
waters? Who gave you the pleasant
memories Of childhood, that have stolen
to yonr heart as gently as the dew 70 the
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, and then i can
tell, YOU what YOU are Accomplishment
What If God had said TO your Youngest
| that pet one, with soft silken ringlets, aud
rosy dinpled fat hnnd, who is catching at
the bnttouS in your dress, 'sIIe is q little
thing, viii not mind about his sight
Thhlk Of those laughing sparkling, "pret-
Ity, pretty eyes" as you have said hun
| {ircd times, as sightEess 0fbs; never again
turning to liSlittle crib, 10 iipd him watch
ing yet ft9ai under the soft lace; never
starting from sleep rs he clasps his arms
taround your neck, and raising your head
from the pillow TO catch view in the
clear moonlight Of bis.loving. eyes; never
again joyitg at giimpses Of baby'8 mind,
through the minds windows. ~. ~. IT,.
What Il God had said, "He is little
thing, / viii notmiRd about his intellect! y
itJast look at your sweet baby, .laHeIEng,
cooling, lerevcr touching some chord of
pride aud joy, and thea clasp s0ulless
caskct in your arms His cheek is fair
and dekcateIy tinted, his hair golden MS n
sunbeam, but bis poor little month and
Eeyesl No answering smile, no gricyed
look, no wondering glance, nothing but a
tyacant stare Think of watching aad
warming 50 for one look Of intelligence.
and when y0U catch your breath with JOY.
to think it is yours, ll8ye it end in q saiile
Of mere muscle, a eontdrtion Of the lips
Oh, the dispppotntuenttthe death OF Il
loved one brings no'sorroW like tiIatF
God, y ho said; Let there be light,
and there was light has great aud stu
pendOus things before Him, but not a
sparrow faltsto the ground without His
notice; and il a bird is worthy of His
care, need msthers complain that time,
talents, strength, must be given for the
comfort and tFainiug Of t6o little ones,
who each have a soul uudying as SterlIityy
Perhaps when time passes, and those
loved children 60 out from the. maternal
nest, and their hearts grow hard and
tcallous in the battle Of life, somewhat