The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-01-30
JUVENILE COLUMN.


OUR MorHER.-of all the languages spoken
by man; from the Hebrew of biblical times to
the gutteral accents of the Red men of the
new world; from the musical sounds of the
italian to the harsheI sounds of our own Anglo
Saxon idioni-the sweetest word is that name
which sends thrill to the heart as we pro-
nounce it-mother!
What pen can describe the love of a child
for it's mother, the hottest of all affections on
this earth 1t as if it were spark of
the. Divine love, placed in our hearts by the
Creator of all things, to live there until the
day when the sonl, leaving its mortal prison,
shall ascend to the presence of Him who is all
love. A mothers influence follows her child
through life. Gray headed men, bowed by
age speak with all the tenderness of an infant
of the mother who, for half a century past, has
slept in the cold grave, and their eyes, bleared
by the sorrows of Il long and eventual life, shed
tears at the sweet remembrance; from the
gasping lips Of the soldier, mortally struck in
the furious charge, the last word, family heard,
is "motherr' Perhaps at that. solemn hour,
when the soul is called to the dread presence,
it clings, sas to anchor of salvation, to that
sainted affection whose existence purihes the
1h1mah heart.
Criminals about to commit some fearful act,
have paused, struck suddenly by the recollec1
tion of beloved mother, an appeal to-her
name, resemblance awakening tender men,
| cries, and the raised hand has dropped the
plnrderous knife, the guilty man has wept like
| a child, and repentance has crept into his
hardened heaTt.-4n all stations of life, for the
priest in his cloister the tyrant on his throne,
"A mother is mother still,
Theholiest thing alive"
! If a mothers sainted love follows thus
| through life, what influence must 1T not have
on us during youth The infant in it's mothers
arms forgets pain the child runs, to her IN Its
young SORROWS, in youth we have no better
friend.
Gallant boys who feel your souls burning
with the aspirations of manhood, and who
prepare yourself for the battle of life, look
upon that kind mother; remember how many
sleepless nights she has passed holding you ip
her arms, you, her treasure, whom she disputed
to grim death; remember that sweet smile,
your reward when good, and those sorrowful
| eyes speaking silent reproof when you have
erred remember all this, engrave 1t in your
heart and preserve it as astalisman that will
protect you in the hour of danger and tempta-
ton. -,-:------.-..
And you, gentle girl, the constant companion
of that dear mother, can you forget her les
sons ? Do you recollect when at her knees you
| lisped your first prayer? how she guided your
young mind and taught you to know and love
! God ? How sweetly you slept with her blessing
| on your young head and her last kiss on Your
! lips Treasure that love and let it be your
constant guide; honor your mother, let her
| always have your undivided confidence love
her dearly. A-day will come when she will be
in her grave, when you, too, will have your
first born at your knee, and feel
A pleasure which no language can express
IN ecstasy, that mothers only feel"
Then, when you stroke his golden curls,, and
the thoughts of the future recalls those of the
! past, let3t be In your power to say:
r e have never given pain to my mother"
KINDNESS REwARDED.-Once during very
severe winter, two village children went to
the mill each carried upon the head a little
bag of grain. In passing before the miller's
garden, Bertha filed with compassion al
the 81 gibt of some little yellow birds perched
upon the hedge, that were dying with hunger
She opened her bag and threw some handful'
of grain.to them.
Her brother Robert grum5led at this and
said 80 You very foolish to have such ten
der feelings Remember you will certainly
have less Hour, and our parents will punisl
you" -,-z
Bertha, little frightened, replied to him
" 1t is true l am not obliged to take pity OF
these birds but our good parents will no
scold for doing so, and God may MAXI
amends for it in another way"
When thc--two children came again to the
mill to get their flour, they found that Bertha
bag had more in it than Roberts. The boy die
not know what to make of it, and his siste
was very much inclined to regard it as mir
aCle.
But the good miller, who had heard the con
versation of the children near the hedge sale
to Bertha . Nonr pity for the little hungry
birds caused me sorlnn.h pleasure that hayt
doubled your quantity. Though have only
put in some four You Ought certainly to con
slider this favor as coming from God TO reward
you for Your goodness ot- heart
A COOP RULE.-A certain man, who is very
fIich now, was very poor when he was boy
u When asked how he got his riches, he said
Il &" My father taught me never to play till my
work was finished, and never spend my none!
i until had earned it. If | had but an hour
work in the day must do That the rst thing
and in an hour. And after this was allowed
Ito ftlay,aItd then 4 could e4aF-#itA much JneE'
pleasure than if / had the thought of an un
! finished task Leforc my mind. / early formed
the habit of doing everything in time, and /
soou became easy to do so. 1t is to this that
owe my prosperity"
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