The Daily empire. (Dayton, Ohio) 1865-1867, 1866-06-20
The Manners or the Mother Mould
the Child.

There Is no disputing this fact: it shines
In the face of every little child. The coarse,
bawling, scolding woman, win have coarse,
vicious, bawling, fighting children. She
who cries, on every occasion, I'm box
your ears-Ill slap your jaws-ill break
your neck Is known as thoroughly
through her children rs ii her unwomanly
manners were openly displayed in the pub
| lie streets
These scenarios Were suggested by the
conversation in an omnibus--that great in
stitution for the students of men and man
ners-between friend and Il schOol-master
Our teacher was caustic, mirthful. and
sharp. His wit flashed like the polished
edge Of diamond, and kept the 'bus" in II
"roar."
The entire community of insiders-and
whoever Is intimate with these convey
ances can form pretty good idea of our
numbers-inclusiye ofthe zone more" so
well known TO the fraternity, turning their
heads, eyes, and ears one way, and finally
our teacher said II can always tell the moth
er by the boy. The urchin who draws back
with doubled fist and lunges at his play
mate, IL he looks at him askance, has n very
questionable mother. She may feed him
and clothe him, cram him with sweet
meats, coax him with promises but IL she
gets mad, she fights. She win pull him by
the jacket; she will drag him by the hair;
she will call him all sorts of wicked names,
while the passion plays over her red face
in lambent flames that curl and writhe ont
at the corners of her eyes.
'And we never see the courteous little
fellow with smooth locks and gentle man
ners,in whom delicacy does not detract from
courage or manlineSs, but we say that
boys mother is u true lady. Her words
and ways are soft, loving and quiet. fshc
reproyes, her language Is my son'-not
you little wretch-yon plague of my life
-you tOTment-you scampr
''She hovers before him as pillar of
light before the wandering lsraeiites. and
her beams are reflected In his face. To him
the word mother Is synonymous with every
thing pure. sweet and beautiful. Is he an
artist2 In after life that which with holy
radiance shines on his canvas, will be the
Whoever fits across his path
with sunny smiles and soft, low voice, will
bring mothers image freshly 10 his heart.
She Is like my mother,' will be the highest
need of his praise. Not even when the
hair turns silver and the eye grows dim,
will the majesty of that lite and presence
desert him.
But the rutiian mother-alas, that there
are such will form the ruffian character
Of the man. He in turn VIII become mer-
ciless tyrant, with tongue sharper than u
sword, aud remembering the
and the cufilng. seek some meek.
gentle victim for the sacrifice, and make
her his wife. with the condition that he
shall be master. And the master he is fora
few sad years, when he wears widower's
weed till he finds victim number two.''
We wonder not that there are so many
awkward ungainly men in soclety-they
have all been trained by women who knew
nor cared for the holy nature Of their trust.
they had been made bitter TO the hearts
,ore, and that bitterness will find vent and
odgment somewhere. Strike the infant In
anger, and nc win, II he can not reach YOU,
vent his passion by striking the fioOr. the
hair, or any inanimate thing within reach.
strike him repeatedly, aud by the time he
wears shoes, he will have become bully,
With hands that double for fight as natur-
lily as II especial pains had been taken 10
each him the art of boxing.
Mothers, remember that your manners
mould the child. Who win not say that
mothers ought not 70 be thoroughly edu-
'ated whether her sons are or not.