Weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1858-1865, 1864-10-19
THE5MANNERs OF THE MOTHER
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There is no disputing this net; itshines
in the face Of every little child: The
coarse, bawiing, scolding woman will have
cvarse, vicious, bawling, fighting child
rem. She who cries on every occasion,
"I'll box your ears-pll slap your jaws
I'll break yonr neck" is known as thor
oughly through her children as if her un-
womanly manners were openly displayed
in the public streets!
These remarks were suggested by the
conversation in an omnibus-that noble
institution for the students Of men and
manners-between friend and school
master. Our teacher was caustic, mirth-
ful and sharp. Fills wit flashed liked the
polished edge of a diamond, and kept the
"bns" in 'roar."e The entire eommu-
nifty ofinsidars-and whoever is intimate
with these conveyances can form pretty
good idea Of our numbers, inclusive OF the
zone more so well known to the frater-
nity-turning their heads, eyes, and ears
one way, and finally our teacher said,
can always tell the mother by the boy
The -nrchin who draws back with doubled
fists, and lunges at his playmate if he
looks at him askance, has very question
able mother. She may feed him and
clothc him, cram him with sweetmeats,
and coax him with promises, but if she
gets mad she fights. She will pull him by
the jacket; she will give him a knock in
the back !; she will drag him by the hair:
she will call him all sorts of wicked names;
while passion plays over her red face in
lambert flames that curl and writhe out at
the corners III her eyes. ~
"And we never see the courteous little
fellow with smooth locks and gentle man
ners-in whom dolscacy does not eetract
from courage or nianiness, but we say,
That boys mother is a true lady. Her
words and her ways ara soft, loving, and
quiet. If she reproves, her language is,
'lfy on,'-not, you little wretch-you
plague of my life-you torment-you
scamp
"She hovers before him as the pillar of
light before the wandering Israelite, and
her beams are reflected III his lace. To
him the word, mother, is synonymous with
every thing pure, sweet and beautiful
Is he an artist! In after life, the face that
with holy radiance shines on lis canvas
will DO the lnother-face. Whoever fits
across his path with sunny smiles and soft,
low voice, will bring mothers image
freshly to his heart. sShe is like my moth
err will be the highest NEED of his praise.
Not even when the hair turns silver and
the eyes grow dim, will the majesty OF that
life and presence desert him.
"But the rutiian mother-alas, that
there are chs-will form the rutiian char
acter of the man. He in his turn will be-
come merclless tyrant, with tongue
sharper than two edged sword, and re-
menbering the braw'ing and the cutting
seek some meek, gentle victim for the sac
riice, and make her his wife, with the
condition that he shall he master And
master he is for few sad years when he
wear widower's weed till he find vic
tim number two"
We wonder hot that there are 80 many
awkward, ungainly men in society-they
have all been trained by women who
knew not nor cared not for the holy nature
Of their trust. They have been made bit
ter to the hearts core, and that bitterness
will find vent and Judgment somewhere.
Strike the infant in anger, and he will, if
he cannot reach you, vent his passion by
beating the floor, the chair, Or any mani
mate thing within reach. Strike him re-
! peatedly, and by the time lie wears shoes
he will have become a little bully, with
/ hands that double for fight as natural as if
especial pains had been taken to teach him
| the art Of boxing. -.
| Mothers, rensember that your manners
! mould the child. -