New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-05-19
! Timely Word For Tender
Hearts,
Amber" in the Chicago Journal.

Amber" in the Chicago Journal.
Take the mother-in-law. Is there
nothing sacred left for mans venera-
ton? Has it come to pass that the
divine love and the tireless zeal OF
motherhoods are without honor in
this land? A nation guffawing over
vilej ests at a mothers expense! Daily
papers, that should be the organs
whereby honor and purity and probity
are advanced, pandering to the tastes
that selects a woman and a mother
as the target OF it's ridicule! No won
der the entire social economy is out
of order, and trickery and misrule sit
in high places in a nation where rever-
ence and respect are out ofdate. Our
grandmothers tell us, as one recalling
the legends of forgotten past, OF
timewhen children were taught to rev.
erence the aged, when young men
were chivalrous and old men were
courtly gentlemen, yielding a beautiful
Difference to woman as her right,
and to motherhood as the cor
onation that made a woman
Queen of Heaven. But what change
the present generation has wrought!
Where is the eye that kindles when the
laugh goes round at the expense OF de-
fenseless woman, or the jest that
crowns with dishonor the sacredness
OF the hoary head? Did you ever stop
to think of all that is involved in the
term "Mother?" A mother has re-
ceived from heaven heavens purest
gift precious baby. She has brood
ed over every moment OF it's infant
life. She has stood next to God otis
helplessness. She has nursed it
through terrible illnesses. She has
guided and controlled, prayed away
temptation and interposed her own
bosom between the shafts Of sorrow
and it's tender heart Her child has
grown to womanhood, dear as her
own soul, as necessary to her life as
sunshine is to the earth, when 10! UP
comes a dapper youth and beckons
her girl away When love leads, young
feet will follow, and the mother heart
is robbed Of it's treasure. Given over
to the care of a stranger, the lamb
| for whom the mothers heart
was the tender fold! l declare,
when l think OF it, | wonder there is a
sane mother-in-law in the world!
What is a ioness robbed of her whelps,
compared to the mother from whom
the daughter is taken? AS l write, the
vision passes before me of the youth
who shall one day come wooing my
girl | behold his smiles and blandish,
ments. l listen to his pleadings, and
l am aware of a subtle change through
all my being. Ferocity springs up
where erst the pale blossom OF peace
shed it's fragrance. A strange pugnac-
ity asserts itself in place OF my uni.
form lamblikeness, and feel an earn.
est desire to warn that young man to
hide away. 1t will be safer for you.
Oyouth of the shadowy future, to
stay your hand from plucking therose
that sweetens my bit OF garden. The
world is wide and full of roses that
CLINT and glow-I pray you leave mine
to me. But if indeed you do tarry to
take from me the blossom of my heart
be tender Of the mother you are rob.
bling, lenient with the faults that spring
from a jealousy made sacred by the
mother love that nourished it and al
ways considerate of the heart that
was the cradle OF love that is only ap,
preached in it's divine self-abnegatioD
by the love of God to man.