The Washington herald., 1914-04-07
The Mother Love.
BY ALEXANDER BLUME.

ny ALEXANDER BLUME.
| The love of youth for maiden is a beautifu
emotion. 1t constitutes. dynamic force in. tn,
modelling of morality and sociey;'it is most poten
factor in life. The pure love of man for woman
has been an inspiration TO lofty achievements sine,
the dawn of time. This it is that helps exar mar
above the lower scale of the animal creations, that
most distinguishes him from the british beast II i:
to this love that the foundation and maintenance Of
the family is due, and the. family is the basica
force and bulwark of all society.
Man will starve. suffer and slave for his loved
ones; he will plunge into the greatest danger
sacrifice his life for love of fatherland.
But of all the God-given emotions in the wonder.
fully comprehensive scheme of human body and soul
mother love is most nearly divine II is this instinct
that places humanity the abode of its Creator
for it is the incarnation of the love of the Creator
for His children
The mother cat with its litter of kittens, the oness
with its cubs, the mare with its coIt-even these
brute mothers possess the dignity of having suffered
and braved death for the sake of new being created
in its own image The mother cat becomes raging
demon when danger threatens its young the lioness
will unhestatngly attack the most powerful hunting
party when it is with brood; the sparrow will
peck viciousy at the hand stretched menacingly
toward its hedglings, powerful is the maternal
love. But these are the promptings of mere brute
instinct.
So as the love of man for woman is infinitely
higher than the desires of beasts the love of the
human mother for its babe is inexpressibly loftier
and more heavenly than the love of the mother
animal
True, the father loves his child But his love is
that of the provder the master in the very nature
of his being he cannot possess the mental attitude and
inner feelings of mother toward her child To
him the relation is one of mystery and awe an in
explicable problem.
But the mothers point of view is natural and in
teligent, for she holds in her arms the maeraliza-
ton of part of her life the creation of love- the
her.
Carefully and tenderiy nurtured beneath her heart
joyously, giving of her flesh
and blood after cosmc struggle between the angels
Of life and death, life has triumphed and a new
soul has been ushered into the universe
Man still has within him subconscious cravings of
he beast the heritage of his primal forefather but
n the presence OF mother and her newborn babe
lie is exalted. What room is there in his thoughts
or evil in the sight of mother sucking her in
ant For the powers of darkness dispelled by the
tender glance she bends upon her
sleeping babe, or the rspturous smile that flashes
lcross her countenance with the radiance of won
irous rainbow. Around her hovers spirit of warmth
ove reverence and the mystery of the supernatural
deep hush of happiness and content.
Not alone is the young, helpless child blessed
With this divine love. Throughout all the days of
lis life, amid trials of poverty or of evil days. the
instinct remains powerful and wonderful as at
he moment of BIRTH |
The CHIEF warden of large penitentiary throws |
n interesting light upon its unendng devotion and in
ensity. In the of fe-termers or those serving
ong sentences, he found. as a rule, the wife soon
eased her visits but to the very end in fair weather
nd foul, the mother was faithful visitor, gentle
nd loving
1t mattered not that her son was arrayed in the
arb of sin, outcast from society. In her eyes
e the same innocent and helpless being that
he clasped to her breast in the long ago. No task
20 difficult no journey too long; pleading ever
rotesting his innocence. The most hardened and
icious criminal harmless, lovable man in her
ght.
So in the cycle of life she is ever present at
stivities and sorrowings her smiles illuminating the
;ene with their radiance, or her tears falling like
lie gentle summer rain parched land.
The soft pressure OF two warm, lingering lips on
fevered brow; the tender caress of gentle hand
ross aching forehead: the loving embrace; tears
parting, white earth's most precious pearls
rillingly beautiful visions of the most wonderful
notion earth, mother love