Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-04-18

and born shoub nave IL IN oruef 70 preserve
. healthy appetite. thus giving no rom 70
nor biiDess shieh 10 slmost sure TO follow
continued sameness Of food or lack Of such
~ 10 sufhciensly nutritious to keep both in .
healthy condition. II we would be all that
God designed Us TO be, We must be healthy
in mind as we'll a. body.
Because you fail once or several times to
bring about fzncied result in the cuisiva-
ton of flowers is no sign you will always
fail, provided you have lore for the work
and desire to learn ho@ er culture does not
bring wealth to all, but il does bring much
satisfaction 70 nearly every one Who cult
Yates flowers for the love Of the work.
The following is the clipping from the
Christian Union sent BY Faith II, referred
To a few weeks ago;
FRox Real LIE.
IL 10 a very pitiful letter which lies before
me. But the mother who writes il has
signed no name. and ha. pat on ii the seal Of
secrecy. She forbIds il TO be printed She
hopes for some answer; and yet al most closes
the door to definite one. But this letter
is an open window. Through 1t see many
hoTes, many mothers. Let me try and de
scribe here what see.
see the mother With her first baby girl
lying by her side in the quiet of the cham
Der. | see passing through her mind in
that hour of exquisite contemplation
wondrous panorama. She sees
this tiny thing growing up into girlhood
She sees herself beathed With the divine
JOY of loving service. in guiding the unused
feet into safe paths and training the grow ng
mind into the sunlight Of Gods pure truth
I. hos h..
and friend sharer of her cares her joys,
her life; to tighten the always lonely day.
and often lonely evenings; to lessen the
burdens of home keeping; and most of ali
To enter irto her womanly life as no hus
band. however tender and sympathetic, ever
cantor what man ever understood a WON
an And she turns her smiling fearful face
10 the nesting babe at her side, and covers
it with kisses and with tears.
see this same mother laying down, in
uncon scious heedlessness of self. her life
for the life which God has given her to guard
and keep. Once she was the ight and bright
ness of society, the admiration of men, the
envy of women. Once she charmed more
than one admrer by the sweetness of her
song. Once she found companonshp in lit
erature and could talk both Witty and we'll
of the last story, or the last concert, or the
last picture. Now society sees her no more
her jewels lie neglected in their case and
her laces in their drawers; she sings no
songs except those which she croons to her
baby; the magazine lies with uncut pages
beside her, for she is fashioning real life,
and has no heart to read of imaginary lives;
and as for pictures, there is none that has
charm for her like that which she looks down
upon in the cradle or at her knee At night
al. h,,t k.Ie Ii.
stsntly alert when the form at her side strs
sometimes for whole weeks together she lays
no: off her wrapper, fighting her motherly
campaign against sickness and
threatening death with her arms at her side
and herself ready to spring into action at
any moment. She was never so busy with
the needle as now. but the frils AMI tucks,
and laces are all for the child and she trims
her old bonnets. and turns her old dresses.
that she may make her little allowance for
dress do double service for another. As the
daughter grows to girlhood, long and anxious
are her consultations with her husband and
still longer and more anxious her medtations
by herself over the problem how she shall
give the daughter an education far better
than any she ever enjoyed. She learns econ
omy anew that she NAV indulge in extrava-
gsnce for her child She becomes her wait
iDg-maid and servitor, in the folly of her su.
perstitious love eIpending on her idol de-
votion of herself such as pagan devotee never
vet paid TO the object of his worship.
She tolls lac, she rises early. that her
daughter may go into the best society, and
enjoy the best culture, and be unstinted in
dress and unshamed in resources whatever
doors may open TO her.
And now she begins to look for her re-
ward This life of or - bearing has been
one of unconscious hope Only at times
has an anticipation of repaid sympathy and
affection glanced in upon her lonely and
weary hours to brighten them a little And
yet, though she knew it not, iieality and
hope kept love alive. She knows, even il
she does not often reflect upon it, how faith
ful and loyal in her Utmost heart Of hearts
she has been to her child; and she b.gins to
look for loyalty of love in return. This is
all she looks for; all she desires. She does
not CRU ge for one moment the aptitude for
! social life vhich she has lost in these years
of domestic immurement; nor the loss of
old friends and the shrinking from new &C
quaintances; nor the lost art of music nor
| even the mental dsinclination to serious
reading, and the sweeping past her, in her
stationary life, of the constantly flowing
stream of literature. She does not expect
that her daughter will or can realize the
price hich the mother has paid in thus lay
ing down her life that her daughter may
have lite more abundantly. She only wants
lhat these long years of self sacrificing love
should have some little recognition
in loyalty of love and fidelity Of service in
return. Does she receive it2
Alas in the picture which | see there is
no such repayment. The daughter never
stops to think that once her mother enjoyed
the sparkle and life of society, and gave it
up, and BEGAN the timid. shrinking, self
conscious woman that sine is. for her daugh-
tiers sake. She only tosses it OFF with a care
| less air Mother does no care for society.
somehow She does rot know that her
mothtr has lost the art of graceful dress in
| forgetfulUe SIS of self because her heart was
not large enough TO contain both herself and
her daughter, and shoots the careless arr,w
into her mothers heart, II wish, mother,
| you wouldn't dress so dreadfully old
| fashioned" She does not know that her
moth has closed for herself the library and
the MUSHROOM forever--too late now to re-
open them-that she might give the key of
both to her child. wh), to her companions,
utters the contemptuous sneer: Mother
is such drudge, believe she never
knows the Inference between Beethoven and
Wsgner." | zee the Young mothers dream
shattered, as most Of our Young dreams are,
| by the har realities of life and she TOT ing
] on in the kitchen and the chamber and
YEARLY waiting I'LL her rest shall come, \ hile
the careless girl to Ahom she would have
1 given so much, but by the very idoatry of
her love has given so little. lives as guest
| for her mother 10 serve, unpaid by the only
wages that can ever pay tor -uch service; a
cordial rec ,gnition. hearty sympathetic
CO. operation, AMI rewarding love.
II any daughter reads this, let her ask her
self if she is helping to make up such pic
ture as I have seen through the sorrowful
eyes Of this one unknown mother.
LAIcUs.
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