Natchitoches spectator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1867-18??, 1868-04-16

. u "A NOh1If hOthOk
is a historian. She writes not the his
tory of empires or of nations on paper,
but she writes her own, history on the
imparishable mind of her child. That
tablet and that history will remain in
delible when time shall be no more.
That history each mother shall meet
again, and read with eternal joy or I'M
utterable GRIFFIN the coming age of eter-
nifty. The thought should weigh on the
mind of all mothers, and render them
deeply circumspect, and prayerful, and
faithful in the solemn work of training
mp their children for heaven and immor-
tality.
The minds ofchildren are very suscep-
tible and easily impressed. a word,
look, or frowR may engraye an impress
sion on the mind of child which no
lapse of time can efface or wash out.
You walk along the sea shore when the
tide is out, and you form names in the
white, smooth sand, which is spread out
SO clear and beautiful at your feet, ac-
cording as your fancy may dictate; but
the returning tide shall in a few hours
wash out and efface all that you have
written. Not so with the lines aud cha
acters of truth or error which your con-
duct imprints on the mind of your child.
There you write impressions for the
everlasting good or i'll of your child.
which neither the floods nor the storms
CT earth can wash out, nor deaths cold
finger can erase. nor the slow moving
ages of eternity obliterate. How care
full, then, should each mother be in her
treatment of her child. How prayfui
and how serious, to write the eternal
truths of God on his mind-those truths
which shall be his guide and teacher
when her voice shall be silent in death.
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A Paris letter tells the following story
of Twelfth Night Fete in that city:
A wealthy family in the aristocratic
boulevard Malesherbes, were amusing
themselves in seeking the Kings portion,
or the ring in the festival cake, when a
lady of the company says to the hostess:
=" wish my portion to be given to the
poorest little boy we can find in the
street." The servant was dispatched
OH this freezing night and not far from
the house he found a ragged urchin,
trembling with cold and hunger. He
saloon, where thousand lights glitter
ed and a sparkling fire gladdened the
eyes of the poor little fellow.-Dumb-
founded and surprised, he drew the por-
tion which the benevolent lady had
promised, and, as luck would have it,
the little fellow found the ring, Oceans
they use in Paris instead, } anG of course
he was "King." They all shouted. out
that being .Kiag he must choose q
Queen. He was asked so TO do, and
looking round the company he chose the
very lady who had proposed to cede her
portion OF the cake. He was asked why
he chose herl He said, az don't know;
she looks the most like MOTHER emo
Their! whose mother2' ''My mother! 1
never knew her, but was stolen away
from her, but here is her portrait"
With this he drew from ont his ragged
coat likeness, which proved to be that
of the very lady herself, who, in Italy,
had had her child stolen from her, aud
now he turns up poor little ragged Sa-
voy ard. dragging along miserable ex-
istance in Paris, while l,is mother, by an
intuition, perhaps, felt that in the air
near to where she was, was one so dear
to her.