Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-03-30
TO MOTHER.
A Deser we'd Tribute to the Worlds
Truo Women.
What Depth of Moaning, What Tenderness,
What Love. Is Con. aimed in This One
Word, "Mother'-Love. Cher
ish and Preserve Her.

There is no one SO tired as mother,
when she i. tired.
Stop and think of it, sir-what the
mother of your children goes through
in the course of twenty y-four hours.
The night is not hers for sleep. but
half vigil is always her care. The day.
break is her sign to awaken. for the lit
tie children do not sleep in the daylight
A mothers sleeping hours are short
ened at both ends. If she have any
care of the breakfast, of setting the
household about their tasks, it is her
tireless energy that is promptly taxed
with the day. start.
1t is astonishing where some OF these
women of frail bodies get the force that
they infuse. morning after morning,
into the whole family. 1t is heart
force. Dear souls, they send the house.
work wheels spinning; they dispatch
prophetic orders for to-morrow's eat
ing; they dismiss husbands off to busi-
ness with smile. and each child to
school with a loving monition; they
mend like lightning, and scan the gar
ments Of all with more than a commits
sary's accurate glance they clear the
decks for action. and drop into a chair
-whenP
God bless the mothersl They do
more OF the very finest grade of think
ing than is done by anybody else in
all this world A mother must be a
poet for the sake OF her oldest growing
girl, to keep her confidence. She must
be man oLbusiness when her husband
wants to talk of things that go wrong
at the store. She must be a playmate
to baby boys and girls about her knee,
and yet able to judge and watch over
her adult son, the proud first-born,
who is out in the world. She must
judge if Nellie's music-teacher is doing
the child good service, and also If little
Toms shoemaker intended to slight his
work when he mended the child shoes.
She calls up every child and asks the
morning precaution; "Let me see your
tongue" She watches the grocer that
he does not give short weight Heaven
help her! How does she develop such
versatility
Most good women, moreover, are
constantly held in sacred bonds to the
forever family. A true woman can
never forget that she is a daughter.
sister, Her own parents depend on
her with loving reliance. Often one
of them is an inmate of her own dwell
Ing, in second childhood; nor is any in
fant so much care to her as the precious
father in his dotage. Her younger sis
ters, too, are dependent for advice, for
such sympathy as her generous heart
can give from its never failing fountain.
She always has some dear old school
friend who ings to her in sorrow She
goes out to see the poor neighbor whose
husband is dead, or worse than dead to
her She is a member of the local
charity boards. one OF the directresses
of the orphan asylum and the Old
Ladies' Home. She is devout Chris
tian, and active in her church, this
mother of a family; often the best ad-
wiser that her pastor has, the wisest
manager that her church consults.
Energy! say unto you, no magister-
fall office has need of so much. She,
this mother, can employ ono subordin-
ates; it is not possible for her to send
clerk in her place. It is she, her own
precious self, that is wanted. All her
work is at the expense OF personal
energy. It is her presence, her voice,
her cheer Of hand and smiling face. It
is what she says with her own tongue,
the expression of her own judgment,
the sight OF her own tears, the comfort
of her own kind shoulder on which
some weary head drops to sleep; these
are all ct the expense of personality.
And the drain must be fearful! No
man under Heaven is subjected to such
strain. No man is in demand for such
holy offices. 1t is woman's work and
mission. 1t is the calling. too, of
woman heart that has been enriched
and ennobled by motherhood, the Civ
ing Of life to others: Somehow the
comes to this human creature, with the
cry Of the frst-born babe q develop
meRt OF soul that is unique. God
speaks to her. She receives riches of
.ove She becomes, il she will, good
KnatL ! Ibelieve Heaven is the fount Of