Year: 1866

There is nc dispnsing this fact: is shines in the face oi every littls child. The coarse, bawling, scolding woman, will have coarse, vicious, bawling, fighting children She who cries on every occasion, "I'll box your ears-I'll slap your jaws--l'll break your neck, islnown as thoroughly through her children as if her unwomanly manners were openly displayed in the public streets

 These remarks were suggested by the conversation in an omnibus--that great institution for the student of men and manners--betweea friend and school master. Our teacher was caustic, mirth- fal and sharp. His wit flashed like the polished edge ofa diamond, ard kept the ssbuss" in ''roar."

 The entire community of insiders--and whoever isintimate with these conyeyances, can form pretty good idea of our numbers, inclusive of the tone more so well known to the fraternity, turning their heads, eyes and ears one way, and finally our teacher said: "I can always tell the mother by the boy. The urchin who draws back with double fist and lunges at his playmate if he looks at him askance, had very ques- tionable mother. She may feed him and clothe him, cram him with sweet meats, coax him with promises, but if she gets mad she fights"

 "She will pull him by the jackets; she will give him knock in the back; she will drag him by the hair; she will call him all sorts of wicked names, while passion plays over her rcd Race in lambent flames that curl and writhe out ct the corners of her eyes.

 "And we never see the courteous little fellow with smooth locks and gentle man. ners--in whom delicacy does not detract from courage or manliness, but we say that boys mother is true lady Her words and ways are soft, loving and quiet. If she reprovss, her language is my son mot you little wretch-you plague of my life you torment-you scampp

 s'She hovers before him as pillar of light before the wandering Israelites, and her beams are reflected in his face To him the word mother is synonymous with everything pure, sweet and beautiful. Is he an artist? In after life that which with holy radiance, shines on his canvas, will be the mother-face. Whoever fits across his path with sunny smiles and soft, low voice, will bring mothers image freshly to his heart. She is like my mother,' will be the highest need of his praise. Not even when the hair turns silver and the eye grows dim will the maj esty of that life and presence desert him

 TI(,,t +l,n+ there are such--will form the ruffian char acter of the man. He in turn will become merciless tyrant, with a tongue sharper than two-edged sword; remembering the brawling and cufiing, seek some meek, gentle victim for the sacrifice, and make her his wife, with the condition that he shall be master. And the master he Is for few sad years, when he wears wid- ower's weed till he finds victim number two"

 We wonder not that there are so many awkward ungainly men in society--they have all been trained by women who knew not nor cared for the holy nature of their trust They had been made bitter to the hearts core, and that bitterness will fad vent and lodgment somewhere. Strike the infant in anger, and he will, if he can not reach you, vent his passion by beating the door, the chair, or any inanilnate thing within reach. Strike him repeatedly, and by the time he wears shoes he will have become abully, with hands that double for fight as naturally as if especial pains had been taken to teach him the art of boxing.

 Mothers, remember that your manners mould the child. Who will not say that mothers ought not to be thoroughly edu- cated, whether our sons are or notl