The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1866-08-11
The Manners of the Mother Mould
the Child.

There is no disputng this fact; it shines in the
face of every little child. The course, bawlng,
scolding woman will have her coarse, vicious,
bawling, fighting children. She who cries on
every occasion I'll box your ears-Ill slap
your jaws--l'll break your neck" Is known
as Thoroughly through her children as ifher unwo-
manly manners were openly displayed in the
| public streets
These remarks were suggested by the conver-
sation 10 an omnibus-that great institution for
the students of men and manners-between a
| friend and a school-master. Our teacher was
! caustic mirthful and sharp. His wit flashed like
the polished edge of diamond, and kept the
| Z" bus y in g roar"
| The entire community of insiders-and who
ever is intimate with these conveyauces can form
pretty good idea of our numbers, inclusive of
the g one more so well known TO the fraternity
turned their heads, eyes and ears one way, and
finally our teacher said " can always tell the
mother by the boy. The urchin who draws
back with doubled fist and lungeS at his play
mate if he looks at him askance, has a very ques-
| tiOnable mother. She may feed him and cloth2
| him, cram him with sweetmeats, coax him with
promises, but if she gets mad she fights.
g She will pull him by the jacket she will
| give him 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
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at tbs couers of her eyes.
g And we never see the courteous little fellow
| with smooth locks and gentle manners-in whom
delicacy does not detrac: from courage or manli-
ness but we say that boy mother is true la
day Her words and ways are soft, loving and
quiet. If she reproves, her language is my SON
mot you little wretch-you plague ofmy life
you torment-you scamp
q She hovers before him as pller of light be-
and haof
reflected in his face To him the word mother
is synonymous with everything pure, sweet and
beautiful. Is he an artist in after life that
which with holy radiance shines on his canvass,
will be the mother's face. Whoever fits across
his path with sunny smiles and SOFT low voice,
will bring mothers image freshly to his heart.
She is like my mother, will be the highest need
of his praise. Not even when the hair turns sill
yer and the eye grows dim, will the majesty OF
that life and presence desert him.
But the rufian mother-alas that there are
such-will form the ruflian character of the man.
He in turn will become merciless tyrant with
tongue sharper than two-edged sword, and re-
membering the brawliug and cutting, seek some
meek, gentle victim for the sacrifice, and make
her his wife, with the condition that be shall be
master And the master he is for few sad
wears, when he wears q widowers weed till he
finds a victim number two.W
We wonder not that there are so many awk-
ward, ungainly men in society-they have all
been trained by women who knew not nor cared
for the holy nature Of their trust They had
been made bitter to the hearts core, and that
bitterness will find vent and lodgment somewhere.
Strike the infant in anger, and he will, if be
cannot reach you, vent his passion by beating
the door, the chair, or any iuanimate thing within
reach. Strike him repeatedly, and by the time he
wears shoes he will have become bully, with
his hands that double for fight as naturally as
if especial pains had been taken to teach him the
art of boxing.
Mothers remember that your manners mould
the child. Who will not say that mothers ought
not to be thoroughly educated whether our sons
are or not? a3