The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-26
Written for the Sunday Sentinel.
a talk with the Girls.
by Amt MariOria

By Aunt Marjorie.l
Dear girls and boys too let me speak a
word to you in regard to the way we treat
OR mothers. There are few OF you who re-
alize how much your happiness and comfort
depend on the dear one whose every thought
and anxiety is to 'rther your interests and
pleasures Few of ~, think. realize how
much you love your mother, until too late;
go accustomed are you, frem your child
hoods earliest days, to see her sacrifice her
own comfort and pleasure to yours that you
forget to look upon such actions as sacrifices
and take it as only your natural right.
How many of you are there who can not
look back and count numbers OF times when
the poor tired mother took upon her own
shoulders the duties that che should have
performed in order that you might go and
spend pleasant hour with your compan-
Ions, even thougs you could o. help but see
the weary look in the patient eves-even
though you caught the suppressed sigh
which was not intended for your ears. But
did you not pass it over lightly in your
Thoughts?
How many OF you can not remember
time when mother sat up late at night when
the household we're in bed and you yourself.
perhaps, wrapped in slumber, while she,
with aching eyes and tired limbs stitched pa
tiently away in order to finish the new dress
which you were 80 anxious to wear on the
morrow; end yet did you give her any word
of endearment or thanks to cheer her loving
heart? Have you not, even, on such occs-
siops, spoken to her impatiently, il perhaps,
the dress or garment did not meet with your
approval in all respects?
1t has not been so great while since
young lady, well known to the writer accom-
panied her mother to the train which was to
carry her away on short journey, and. when
the bell rang for starting, IN her hurry to
descend from the car and in her youthful
thong htlessness, she neglected to kiss her
mother goodbye. That mother who had
been the truest, kindest mother that human
ever had who would have braved death
thousand times for her careless child. Oh.
the wlstful, yearning look In the tender blue
eyes,: The nexttime her eyes gazed on that
mothers face it lay calm and peaceful in the
my sterious sleep of death. Oh, what thoughts
were hers at that moment What would she
not have given for one last loving farewell
kiss-for one moment in which TO pour out
to her all that love and gratitude which then
swelled Der heart almost to bursting. How
memories came rushing OF times without
number when the poor tired heart might
have been cheered by an endearing word
when the poor tired shoulders might
have been ligbtened Of their load by q
helping hand. But now, alas, too late, too
/ ate, and in its anguish aud remorse her soul
cried out to its God to be forgivenl
Not until you are mothers yourselves will
You fully realize the extent and unselfshness
of mothers love. Then and not till then
you will fully realizs how your mother
watched over your cradle by night and day;
how she carried you in her aching arms aud
soothed your pain without one thought of
self; how she hung over your couch in sick
nets and would not leave you until all danger
was past; how, through the long. weary vigils
of the night, her love comprised you about
and her care and tenderness held you back
from the dark waters which were waiting to
ergulf you.
And then through all your childish troubles
did she ever refuse to sympathize and con-
sole did not mammals kiss heal ali your
bumps and bruises?
a mether's love, /. seems to me, comes
nearer the perfection of divine love than any
other. Through all the SINS misdemeanors
and disresI ectiul conduct of her children q
mother pities, grieves, forgives aud loves on.
Girls, and boys too, pauEe moment in
your gay thoughtlessne,s and give your
mind to this subject, and so conduct your
selves that when the hour comes in which
you stand looking do sn for the last time
into that still face which has 50 often bright.
eped at your coming, into those closed eyes
which have 90 often went with and for you,
at those pale hands folded forever now, but
which have so often busted themselves for
yorr comfort or smoothed your aching head
IN times past-when you stand thus, aud
| look back into the years that are gone never
to be recalled, it may be without fear and
without reproach."