The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1874-10-21
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Mother.

OflVcU Vi LIlS, ttlS A'hNNSoe
of earthly friends, can eyer 1iuliiy
prize the real worth of a mothers
love. What love can equal the fond
devotion that burns in q mothers
heart? Earth has none; no tie so
tender, none SO strong, none SO I'M
changing, none that glows with such
intensity, and none so pure. Her
love and influence are like the silent
dews of heaven, falling gently upon
the fruitful soil of the heart, and
every tender germ springs up to
meet it as the Dropping flower raises
its blushing head to catch the genial
shower, or glitters in the sparkling
dew. IF there be but one tender
plant it grows the greater; if but orc
bright flower, it takes new and more
beautiful colors from it's parent stem;
, 50 if there be but one loved object
on which to bestow mothers care,
her affections Irvine closer and closer
around it, till it seems a part OF her
own being, and she watches over it
with increasing fondness and more
devoted interest as she sees her IN
faut blossoms expanding into the
flower of youth and ,vigor of age.
Though that fond mather may
long since have been laid away 10 the
silent grave, and the. cold clods OF
the valley lie Wondering over her
decaying form, yet herinfluehce lives,
and it will live forever, throwing its
silent and almost charm around the
rugged scenes of life, elevating the
soul to noblcr aspirations and more
exalted motives; it hovers around
the infant couch and breathes its 81
lent power DER the child, even When
his locks are silvered Ger with the
~ frosts of many winters, and his brow
Is. wrinkled with age; it fingers around
him like spirit Of the dead, through
en- all the rough paths Of life, smooth
lilly ing every difficulty, and sweetenlng
ur- every bitter draught; ard even when
h MAJ he goes down to the silent tomb, the
'"e last faint whisper perhaps that trem-
,.oa bles on his dying lips is Mother
mr. oh, my mother!' And If ever
a. guardian angel is permitted to visit
nslv earth and watch over the loved ones
the left behind, it is the sainted spirit o
hich an affectionate mother ever. hoverin!
hole near them with fond delight ant
be- clinging love, to guide their waywar
tiers steps in the paths Of duty, and poin
"'. , the way to heaven.
- he Who so fondly as a mother cou!
flo cherish her infant blossom, and waite
alive beside our infant couch by night an
ms as by day with toilless vigilance, al
sired whose ear was soonest to catch tt
mach, slightest sound Of pleasure or grle
us'op Who anticipated our every want, Al
Ger" soothed our little hearts when thu
to re- were sad? Who but a fond moth
~. taught us to lisp the evening pray'
"Now Law me down to Sleep"
them, And who told Of God, Of heaven, a
IS, has the bright angels there, and led'e
'ughly youthful steps in the ways of trt
g last and virtue? When in the land
tho"' strangers, and rocked upon bed
'n"n', pain and languishing disease, who
= '"u we'll as a mother can soothe the a
80. ING breast, and cool the fevered br'
=, 40 or smoothe the dying pillow,
!, nit. catch the last faint whisper ere,
;uciple soul takes it's eternal fight TO
mine spirit world? But ali! how little
;at'ves, we appreciate her kindness and &c
'ly fall ted love till too late. When
he out death -damps gather around her
c" con lid brow, when the ardent fire
'pe,' W that sparkling eye grow fainter
u" va" fainter. as she murmurs forth q p
.,ss..,o er to Heaven invoking divine
,,,,;.h sing on us; and when the last d.
ID over whispers fall with crushing we
le most and mournful interest on the TOT
mere ear. and the soul takes it's up,
fight, then the startling truth fla
DER the mind that we have Il
~. In known the intrinsic worth OF
fond and affectionate mother now
OF hair, and silent, and hushed forever il
,ceit and long sleep Of death.
Gentle reader, hast thou mo
orce, on Love her with all the intencity I
heart; cherish her with thy 70
affection; heed her counsels' al
''' ' structions; prize her as thou We
:, .ocl. some rare jewel, and smoot
making rough pathway down to the ga
death. Art thou, .bereft OF, ]
~ h;s fair fair Then canst thou truly mourn
the flowers that hloeM Arou.
J swee' grave often be Vat $50,