The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1894-07-19
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HOME AND MOTHER.

When, in our journey of life, we are
overtaken with misfortune; when the
clouds that overshadow us seem to have
lost their silver lining, how our hearts
60 out in earnest yearning to the home
of our childhood. How we wish we
could feel the loving and protecting
arms of mother thrown around our
wearied forms once more, and with our
head pillOwed upon her loving breast,
forget for time, the cruel blows which
we received from cold world. What
relief it would be to our tired and bur-
dened hearts could we but listen once
more to the sweet, tender voice of
mother, whispering words of love and
sympathy in our ear, to forget that we
are men, and weep as we did in days
gone by, when first we learned to confide
our griefs to mother; we know she
sympathiZes with us, for the love that
was always ready to soothe our child
ish griefs, never fails us until the faith
full heart of mother has ceased to beat.
Those Of us who have no remembrance
OF a mothers love, are very apt to think
and say to ourselves as we view our
present surroundings-if mother had
been spared, this would never have hap
pened-perhaps not and if it is any
consolation, keep on thinking so; and,
at the same time, remember, she is
waiting for us in the home beyond.
1t we will think of this each day, at
its close we shall find that we have
made some progress toward higher
and better life, and may rest assured in
the full confidence that we are nearer to
home and mother, not merely as regards
time. but in far nobler sense, insomuch
as we are nearer to being what the Gre
atOr intended us to be-true men. Evil
thoughts can find no dwelling place in
our hearts while they are filled with
hallowed thoughts of home and mother.
Some have mothers who are anxiously
awaiting their return, little dreaming
that the bars OF prison prevents them
from Fastening to her, and as the child
rem are gathered around the family fire.
side each evening, mothers heart is
roaming over the earth in search of her
wandering boy, the child of her love,
whom she has never ceased to pray for.
We may sink to the lowest depths of
crime, and be an object of aversion to
all good people, but mother still believes
in and prays for us; her arms are always
outstretched to welcome us, and her
voice is ever ready to defend us.
All, boys! there is no love like moth
ers, and no prayers like her prayers,
none that are more earnest or are Of
fered in greater faith; return to her, and
you will cause the aching void in her
heart to be filled with rejoicing, and if |
your future life is what it ought to be,
she will never cease to bless the day of |
your return.
There are many young men here, who
in the course Of nature have many years
to live, and the experience of the past |
ought to be sufficient to convince the |
moSC SKepClcal JnaC a wrong course does
not pay. Take a higher view of life,
and admit the facts, and resolve not to
continue in the path that has brought
you to this place. We all love our moth
ers, and would resent as an insult any
insinuation to the contrary; let us show
1t by our actions, and when released re-
turn to her with the firm determination
to be all that she may wish-the main
atay of her declining years, and COM
fort in her old age. Do not for single
moment doubt the reception you will
receive; mother will receive you with
open arms, and will look upon your re-
turn as direct answer to her PRAYERS.