Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1874-06-10

full and impatient. the children will always more
or less pattern after her, and the general atmos-
phere of the house will impress a stranger un-
favoably more as q hornet nest than a hive
Of busy, happy bees. If, on the contrary, she
is cheerful aud pleasant, meeting bravely and
patiently the thousand and one little daily vex-
atoms which. like a hostof tormenting gnats be-
set the path Of every mother, the house will be
as pleasant as sunshine. even though il be poor
and mall and scantily furnished, yet q home in
the best sense of the word, - rarer, fairer, finer
far" than many a palatial residence presided
over by a selfish and %fretful, or proud and i'm
perious wife and mother. BY accommodating
herself to her circumstances, be they ever so
humble, the mother is teaching her children les
sons Of economy, her ever busy fingers are set
ting them an example of industry that they can
never quite forget, the ~neatness and order which
peryades the household must influence their sus-
ceptible minds as necessary c~oncomitants of a
pleasant home, and when they see her checking
the impatient word or meeting life's daily an
noyances with unrufiled calmness, they learn a
lesson of fortitude and self-control. J ct more
truly and effectively isthe sun the center of the
solar system, than is the good and true mother
center Of her little world of home. She is the
light around which the others ~revolye, and her
withdrawal brings the darkness of night on all
the rest. A sad, sad day for such a household
when such q mother is taken ~away-her place
may be occupied in after years, but never filled.
The niche hewn out for the pedestal of a goddess,
could never be filled by the ~statuette of a nymph
or a fairy.
"a noble life!" nut written not
In any book of fame,
Among the list of noted ones
None ever saw her name,
For only her own household knew
The victories she had won,
And none but they could testify d.
How we'll her work was dvne."
In view of these things, what mother need say
that her work is of no Importance because no
one outside her little sphere is affected by it ?
What though her position be not always the one
most congenial to her f~eeliDgs2 Her duties are
plain, not to be evaded, and manifestly para
mount to anything else that can claim her at
tention. In this life of ours pleasure and incli-
nation must often give way to duty, but the
surrender always brings its own reward.
mot what we woaid, but what we must
MAJ es up the sum of living.i'
There is hot the slightest danger that any of
us will too faithfully do the mothers appointed
work. Even with the ~loftiest views of its i'm
psrtance, and the most earnest desires and efforts
to do our best, the hand slacken at times, oppos-
ing influences will operate against us, and W
shall sadly fail Of achieving what VIC desire. 1t
is perhaps because we are fail mortals and need
discipline that trying days come TO us all, days
when our nerves are all on the outside and ev-
erything rasps them, days of weakness and
WEAKNESS and f~aintness of heart. But while
little children are looking to us for an example,
or while on us it devolves to keep the ingleside
bright and CHEEKY, we must not yield to our
weaker natures when re can possibly stand up
against them. Through all things we must
still keep trying for the best, and though. in
this, as in all other good work in the world, a
chasm must always cape betwixt pur-
pose and performance, yet, as he who aims at
the sun will shoot higher than he who aims at
any lower object, so the higher the mark we set
for ourselves, the greater will be our a~ttainments,
even though they always fall short of our wishes.
By thus ever striving, ever aiming at the high
and best, not only will the mothers influence
make the home brighter and better in the pres
ent, but in after years, when she has gone frsm
it forever, the memory of that influence will
q precious inheritance to her children.
'If our home be bright and cherry,
If 1t hold a welcome tune,
Opening wide its door Of greeting
To the many, not the few;
If we share ourfather's bounty
With the needy, day by day,
IT'S because our hearts nem
This was ever mothers way
Sometimes, when our hands grow weary.
Or our tasks seems very long;
When our burdens look too heavy
And we deem the right all wrong;
Then We gain a new fresh courage
AS we used to proudly say
''Let us do gu: duty bravely
This was our dear mothers way
Thus we keep her memory precious,
While we never cease to pray
That at last, when frightening shadows
Mark the evening of life's day,
They may find US waiting almly ".
To go home our mothers way"