The star of Pascagoula. [volume] (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1873-1878, 1877-09-07
For the Pascagoula STAR.
A Mothcr,s Love.

1t was only child, scarcely thre,
months old, sleeping in the cradle be
side its mothers knee. 1t was her onl,
child, her only companion, its father
having gone to the home above three
weeks before its existence. 1t wakes
and moves as if in pain; its cheeks
grow white; the life-color seems to leave
it, which onlya moment ago shone SC
brightly and promising. 1t feels the
pain, and with mournful shrek il
brings the mother to its side. She
presses the little infant to her erms,
and on bended knees begs God to spare
her the precious charge. Death is still
there, his hand is nearly touching the
heart of the mothers love. With a
promise to her God she sinks under the
threatening afiliction, despair gnawing
its way through her dropping heart.
Death leaves; God has spared the baby
boy. The mother rises, and with that
babe in her arms returns thanks to the
Creator for spsring her darling. Mother,
could you but have lifted the veil that
hid from your view the future life of
your innocent and sweet babe, willingly
would you have given to the Angel OF
Peace your only child. But your love
was too great to allow you moments
consideration. Mother, where is that
babe whom twenty years ago was so
dangerously ill2 Those gray hairs,
caused not by age but sorrow. answers
too plainly what has been the fate of
that mothers love. Reader, that boys
life and mothers suffering are too sad
for qualification, too much in need of
mpathy for recollection to bring to
grateful sons eyes; too long to write
full account. That child. once so bright,
started on life's journey with a mothers
advice and prayers. Alas, they were
easily doomed by the delusions OF bad
companions, and the voice of once
grateful heart drowned by the ratting
glasses and merry voices of saloon.
No more are those steps guided by the
hand of fond mother. Where is that
mother, young man? While You are
under the influence of that accursed
stuff ask where is that mother? With
an oath you turn from me and seek
your friends (1. All, man, they are
your friends. See how carefully they |
lead you on to eternity--an everlasting |
You turn deaf ear to truth,
Justice aud remembrances of her who |
gave you birth. Look at that mother
there, breathing her last; and in that !
breath rises prayer for her ungrateful |
son. Hide thy face in shame; and at |
the name of mother blush and pray God |
to give you time to repent. A very long
time would it take to wash out this in
long will it stand on the Book |
Of Life against you. Young man, had |
you rather follow the advice of an equal
than that Of a mother? Would you
allow the tempter's gold to buy from you
a mothers last words9
Too true picture Of young America
Is the above. How many mothers are
sent to an early grave by the weakness
and ungratefulness of a son? Go and
ask those young wrecks and stumbling
blocks found in our large cities. Go
md ask the occupant of yon hovel why
I'LL bAlS luicCly huo ouuuCOos non thO |
title child begging on yon corner what
las caused her to fall to such position.
Invariably it will be on the account of
IN ungrateful father. There is moth
RS and family misery recorded against
lin on the Great Book. Why is not
hat sister allowed place in society?
Because her brother is an unfit COM
,anion for people who have q position
q society. Why is it that mother and
lister are never seen on the street?
FOR the finger OF scorn and contempt
7ould be upon them, and from every
uarter would come those cutting, sar-
astic remarks-uttered in voice that
'ould reach their ears-'there goes
,other and sister now" Your conduct,
oung maa, has caused a mother to
he'd many tears of regret. Young man,
ould you but read q mothers heart
hen you could imagine what mothers
ove is. 1t is love too deep for one
0 attempt to express; too great for
Look at the sadness of
isry, the mother OF our Savior. She
new that it was our Lords mission to
lie on the tree for our redemption, but,
Ike other mothers, her love was too
reat not to allow sorrow to appear in
Ter heart. Mothers, take but one
lance over the present condition of
ur country and see the number that
re every day joining the army of vice
gainst virtue. Raise your sons to es-
'ouse the cause of virtue, and teach
hem to fight valiantly for honor, in
rider that on the final day they may be
N the right hand Of Him who promises
seat in heaven to those who walk in
he road of right. Do your duty,
nothers, that your love for your sons
nay be appreciated, and trust the rest
0 Him who never forsskes the needy,
nd the last day you and your children
ill receive the promised benediction:
Well done, good and faithful servant, "
IA INNOCENT,