The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1862-07-07
From the Christian Messenger.
The Mother.


is peculiarly so when the strength is VAST,
under the power OF disease, aud over ;,
ph ysical energies comes the weakness Of N
fancy. The memory OF early lite is cIo,.
| linked with the iocollections oil home ana
mother, and that could not have been nom,
certainly not the home 1t was, without IA.
presence. There was Kindness aud symuarO,
In the soothing tones OF that
Voice Of affection that lullrd to res.
In the dreams of childhood So placid and b..,.
In the hour OF trouble and sorrow ~.
child seeks the sssy lum of the mother arm.
Here its griets are redressed, and its wan,
supplied No heart like that Of the morb..
throbs iu sympathy for the child, am.
early trials, and multiplied mislortunes ana
the early impression of mothers power h
succor and relieve the stricken heart op,
survives the circumstances and scenes TIA:
gave it birth. The wounded soldier til (.
first of his absent mother, and tancies tia,
her presence would relieve his pain, aay b.,
fever, and give to his wasted energies To.
throb of = new life.
AS we recently bent over the form og s,
young man whose life sentence 10 the pcui
Tertiary was fast expiring, We heard hin
whisper the name of mother with an
earnest pathos that moved the heart,-'Ot
| could only die with my mother bur-
her feelings and rldicued religion in De,
presence. wish could see her now. I,
seemed as though death would have lost la.
its terrors if the guardian Of his CHILDHOOD
could have been there to watch by dis lyIug
couch, and wipe the cold sweat from his a.,
guild brow. The scene reminded Us Of ia,
dying sailor:
The vessel rocked, and the water chased IL
fresh wind PLAYED muscaII y agains, the sd.
OF the ship. The sailor second ma e, Iu..
youthful lay in his narrow bed, his eye sa..
ing, his limbs stitfening, his breath iaiio:
1t was no, pleasant to die thus IN this ,ha,.
ing, punging ship but he seemed no,
mind his bodily discouort--his eyes Ooae.
far away--and ever and anon broke fra
that Srievlng cry
If | could only see my mother.
An old sailor sat by the Bible in his nan.
ltOHl WHICH NC udI Uteu ICdulNL. he Der
above the young man, aud asked him way
Was SO anxious to see the mother he mad vi
fully left
. that's The reason, he cried, IN ID.
guish, | nearly broke her heart, and a.l
die III peace. She was good mother to
% so good mother, she bore eyerv,a..
from her wild boy, and once she said
ny son, when you come to die, you y
remember all this
y ii | could only sec my mother
He never. saw his mother He died wit.
the yearnlng cry upon his lips, as many
man has died who sighted the mother W.
bo'e Nun The waves roll over him. al
his bones whlten at the bottom of the S.
and that dread cry has gone b2terc Go
there to be registered forever.
Such scenes are calculated to impress Ii
heart with an idea OF mothers nAuen.
The influence upon her child Of Christi
mothers pure, uns-lhsh love, is never .o
Worldly pursuits may cover it from sign
and over It's gentle influence may come seen,
oil dissipation and crime, but those traces AZ
still upon the heart, and those words utter
long ago live in the memory still. The da;y
ness and silence OF the grave may close oy.
the once animated form of the rother, b.
she still lives in the influence that may Il
transmitted to coming generations
A Picture OF WAR-A recent letter tor
the army of the Potomac, speaking OF ID.
battle Of Fair Oaks. says:
Yesterday we saw one OF the horrib.e..
alties of battle, the unburied bodies OF 81.
ders killed just two weeks before. Deep
wood which had not been searched by o4,
la parties, and which was within the eLen;
lines tor thlrtysix hours after the bait:
nearly hundred were found all apparent;
the enemy's men. Thirty were found arou-
a little pond of water, to which they n
crawled to queuch their thirst when wo1ni..
There they had died. This is picture
war. Two that saw some yards from Ia
pool lay near to circle of extinguisheds en-
bers. Tney had kindled their little fire al
aud died beside it-one lay drawn up in !:
ony, the other as be might have lone in sec
There is never promise 10 the Bible of
= child oil God may say, This is mine Their
fore they arc called the heirs of prous
Inc promises are like a garden of flower
paled in and inclosed which no stranger M
gather, only such as will become chiIdreu
the family.