Albuquerque evening citizen. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1905-1907, 1905-11-06
THE MAJESTY OF THt
LOVE OF A MOTHER
From Bryan's Commoner

must an affection thus founded be from all others!"
And how different, indeed, from all others is the
mothers affection for her children!
The majesty of a mothers love is indescrIbable. In
the language of another, 1T shrinks not where man cow
ers, and grows stronger where man faints; and from the
wastes of worldly fortune sends the radiance of its
quenchless fidelity like a star in heaven
But it is not alone in the tragedies of life that the
mother love is felt; it manifests itself all along the line;
and the routine life of the mother is one continual round
of selfsacrifce, of attentions great and small-the great.
est consequential to the child's future and the smallest
indispensable to its present day happiness.
Who ran to help me when l fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother
SOME FAMILIAR SCENES
How intimately a mothers sympathies and sentiment
are linked with those of the child! The boy can not en-
ter his home so late at night, nor so %stealthily, as to
avoid his mothers notice; and the innocent inquiry
rs that you, Wii?' is as familiar to the boys of today
as to the boys of forty years ago. She may be in a far
away room and yet during the dead of night when a little
one who has, perhaps, taken a cold sneezes she can
though the mother of half a dozen, Immediately distin
guish the owner of the sneeze. NShe may be sitting in
a room several rooms away from the cookery, and YET
she seems able to tell instinctively just when the hand
of a healthy boy has~been thrust into the cookey jar
She can detect the falsehood where the father would see
noting but truth. She can recognize as correct a state
ment which the father might question. She knows the
weakness of every child, and to that extent knows just
how much should be forgiven. She aecomPlishes so much
loves so much and sacrifices so much that the father
conscious of is own shortcomings, must oftentimes stand
abashed in her presence.
One of the prettiest stories ever told relates to the
devotion shown by a distinguished Nebraskan TO the
memory of his boys mother. This gentleman caused to
be erected over that mothers grave a stone upon which
his own name as husband, and the names of his boys
as sons Of that good woman, were inscribed. After the
stone had been put in place, he took his four boys to the
cemetery, and kneeling at that grave, directed their at
tentiOn to the fact that their names had been highly
honored by being written on that slab of marble. Then
paying a high and deserved tribute to the fine character
of that mother, the father said; Boys, if any one of
you ever does anything to dishonor this memory, | will
have his name chiseled from this stone"
1t would be a great benefit to all the boys of the
world if the love and devotion shown for them by their
would be ever careful lest they do something that, if
known, would bring pain and sorrow to the mother heart,
the future of the world would be secure.
A BOY N HIS SWEETHEART.
Many years ago one of the best of mothers fell
asleep at the gates of light" All of her children, of
course, revered her memory; but one of them was the
babe of wartime birth, and owing to the anxieties and
excitements of the period, and the continued absence of
the father, extraordinary affection and devotion was,
doubtless, lavished upon him.
Perhaps it was because of this that after the moth
er's death, and for many years, this boy never retired
for the night without placing at his bedside a chair,
under the childish impression that his mother would
occupy it and watch him to sleep.
When other boys would write in sand or carve on
trees the names or sWeethearts dear, TINS lad would
trace with knife or stick the, name of his sweetheart-his
mothers name.
When but a boy he chose his sweethearts name as
one to be given 10 his own daughter; and when in later
years he wrote some tales of love and life, his heroine,
good and true, bore with signal honor and renown the
name he loved so well. So, through boyhood's days this
precious memory was enshrined within his heart the
purity, the devotion, the sacrifices, the sorrows of this
patient, God loving and God serving woman was ever
before him, often lettering him from evil and sometimes
inspiring him for good.
Happy he with such a mother! Faith in woman.
kind beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
comes easy TO him"
MEMORIES THAT BLEss-AND BURN.
There are living today many such mothers. If the
boys could only appreciate their loving kindness while
they live, life would be sweeter to them. If those who
now have the companionship of the boys best friend
could only know all they will lose when that companion
ship ends, the pathway of the mothers of the world would
today be strewn with roses.
The regrets for thoughtless acts and Indifference to
admonitions now felt and expressed by many living sons
Of dead mothers will, in time, be felt and expressed by
the living sons of living mothers. The boys Of today who
do not understand the value OF the mothers companion
ship will yet sing-with those who already know-this
song of tribute and regret:
The hours / spent with thee, dear heart.
Are as a string of pearls to me
count them over, every one apart,
My rosary,
Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer
To still a heart in absence wrung;
/ tell each bead unto the end, and there
A cross is hung.
0 memories that bless-and burn!
o, mighty gain and bitter loss,
! kiss each bead and strive aBlast to learn
To kiss the cross,
Sweetheart,
To kiss the cross"
RICHARD L. MErCALFE.