The Monitor., 1891-08-14
"AIoTHER.'

'The only girl one cannot trust. is the
girl tho cannot trust her mother
What world of trust one seems to
dwell in when in the company of mother
If one makes mistakes, she more quickly
than anyone is ready to overlook them; il
one allows flash of anger to rush along
with lightning rapidity. she more quickly
understands and forgives it. If one Is
restless and dissatisfied with their lot her
quiet liberation of their complaints arouses
the shame within them and transmits the
spirit of patience most quickly to envelop
them. If one has done a worthy act her
quiet approval has more weight than all
the flattery others may indulge in. If one
is in need of helping hand there is none
like mothers to help them out of their
difficulty. None assists so willingly, so
tirelessly, so uncomplainingly, even though
she herself is weary
Mother, from earliest childhood, is the
nearest source of rest, the nearest source
of peace, the nearest source of refuge IL
one has committed wrong action.
Girls, who among US cannot remember
the many times when we were "wee girls
that we rushed into the quiet sitting room
aud shielded ourselves under her ever out
stretched arm protection, against some
misbehavior which our childish heart felt
SO sure yet so sorry they had committed.
Wasn't it mother who always detected
more readily than anyone the spirit of
sorrow that was working in our young
hearts, and was, therefore, always the
quickest to forgive?
Wasn't it mothers explanation that
always quieted the storm which q stern,
yet often indulgent father was ready to
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Heaven pity the poor, starved life of the
girl or boy who eaunot trust their mother;
pity the loss of the sweet quiet Joy which
they are losing, pity the loss of the sweet
est companio nship with which mortals are
blsst. 1t has been said 'sGod could not be
everywhere, and SO made mothers" What
fountains of sweetest peace and rest then
are turned aside uutasted If our mothers
are not trusted.
There may be times in life when we
think mother does not and cannot under
stand. Our young hearts may have
awakened to the fascinating sensation of
our first schoolgirl love, when the bewitch-
ing influences surrounding this new friend
ship seem to supersede anything we have
yet known. We think mother would not
know, would not understand if we told her
how much we loved our new found friend,
who in our inexperierce seems dearer to
us than anything we ever hope to know of,
again in earth or heaven. Every touch
every glance seems to communicate love
which is so different from the slow, gentle,
quiet long suffering love which mother
gives us. So, we make the grave mistake
OF keeping this all to ourselves as best we
can, never telling her of this girl friend
who is thrilling our life with a new pleas
ure. When vacation comes we do not
show her the letters which pass between
us, but just rush madly along thinking
this is dearer than anything mother could
give us, thus drifting from the harbor that
has so patiently sheltered US during our
childish years.
We come less TO respect her quiet chas-
tisenents, we drift further from her. we
become less obedent, less mindful of her
wishes. ard oh, what misery is ours. All,
girls, it does not pay to distrust mother,
let her know and see all that passes
between our friends and US, and she will
be able to pluck out blocks over which
our inexperienced feet may stumble, she
will be able to turn our dear friendship
into channels which will bring only peace
and eontentment. Ii is just keeping this
portion of our daily life from mother that
EuaktS IL ilCOuiHiClt. ~ IL tiuC VIC liAsb
her with every thing else as of yore, but it is
here we make SO grave a mistake. 1t is
only in the after years when we are thrown
on our own resources. perhaps, that we so
fully realize this. 1t is only then that we
come 10 know:
.'How dear 10 the heart
Is the home OF my childhood
when mother was our Que source OF refuge.
And how, as we older grow, We so Hing
ly return to that source. if it has been
spared to us.
Who among us cannot remember time
when we iran away when we went down
the meadow TO wade in the ditch or
went out doors and ''throwed stones
contrary to the fathers commands? Who
OF us but can remember something similar
to this. But IL we were ''caught at it,
where did we rush with every nerve aqaiyer
fearing the stern chastisement would
come before We reached that harbor of
safety? Where but to mothers side, her
presence seeming very citadel OF strength
when we were in danger. Was it not
mother who understood the childish fears
and joys the most readily? Was not our
enjoyment her enjoyment Was or are any
of our petty troubles ever too trivial for
her attention. No. No true pleasure OF her
child ever loses anything of interest when
spread before her II she is true mother
how readily she detects the true from the