The St. Joseph observer., 1921-10-15

ity. Its light CLEANS down the patti
of time from barbarous ages, wheI
savage women held their babes to al
most famished breasts and died tina
they might live. Its holy flame glow'
as bright in novels where poverty
breaks a meager crust as in palace:
where wealth holds Lucullian feasts
1t is the one great universal passion
the sinless passion of sacrifice. In
comparable in It's sublimity, interfer'
ence is sacrilege, regulation is mock
cry.
VIII Fight For Its Young
The wild beasts hear its voice and
answer to its call. A tigress finding
her cubs slaughtered, pauses to lick
their wounds, and then with raging
heart seeks out their murderer. A
she wolf standing at the mouth OF
her den, with cleaning fangs and
blood-red tongue, dies in defense OF
her whelps. Tigers cub or VOLTS
whelp, / would rather feel the rough
caresses Of the hairy paws OF my
savage mother, 1 would rather have
her care and protection than that of
an official animal trainer.
once saw a little timorous mother
quail, with marvellous intelligence and
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her brood by exposing herself to the
hunters deadly aim. 1 then realized
that nothing could take the place Of
mother love.
II it's divine fire 80 warns and
thrills the heart of beast and bird,
with what intensity does it consume
the bosom, with what ecstacy inspire
the soul of a woman, for the child Of
her body. Although she knows that
she must risk her own to bring forth
a new life, she does not draw back.
Her love-lit eyes behold only visions
of happiness, of glory, and of power
to be realized by her unborn child.
With smiling lips and eager heart she
enters the vale of shadows. The first
cry of the newborn falls on her ear,
sweet as the music Of paradise. Her
trembling hands caress the tender
skin; her soul cries out the anxious
question, 'Will my baby live?" The
torturing days of convalescence fly
swiftly upon wings of hope. She
nestles the tiny. helpless thing to her
bosom; sustains it with the milk of
her body, every drop drawn from q
fountain of infinite love.
Shields 1t From All Harm
With indescribable solicitude she
watches over her offspring. Even
when her body slumbers her soul
keeps vigil and her hands in unison
with her spirit will stretch forth to
soothe the baby back to sleep. With
glowing pride she watches the grow
ing child, shields it from harm, guides
it along the paths of rectitude, in
! spires its soul with lofty sentim ents
Of honor and of faith in the eternal
God.
When time has piled the SHOWS
upon her head and turned her brown
or raven locks to white, her love will
still abide, ripper and sweeter with the
passing years. Though she may live
until her children are themselves
grown old and gray she yet will see
the silken locks of youth; their
roughened hands yet have the caress.
ing touch OF baby fingers; their voices
bear to her the tender and melodioui
notes Of industry. And when at last
she approaches the portals Of death
there is no solace so sweet as the
presence of those she bore ito people
and replenish the earth"
For mother love there Is no sub
stitute, even though it bear an officia
stamp. If there be truth in religion
then this holy sentiment was planted
in woman's heart by the hand of God
1t has made life possible. 1t is IL
truth the very source of life itself
When all other passions are dead 4
survives. 1t will pass through thu
fiery furnaces of disgrace and ye
live. 1t will endure the scorchinI
breath of contumely with unwaverini
fidelity.
A mother win enter prisons o
shame and kiss a felon hand thrus