The Mother

The Mother

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Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University

May 1876

Nathan Blake, Arian Katsimbras

English

article

LD5655.V8 L4, ser.1, v.1, no.8 (June 1876), p.7

Few men have expressed in more exquisite language than Macauley the affection which every good man feels for his mother. "Make much of it while yet you have that most precious of all good gifts — a loving mother. Read the unfathomed love of those eyes; the kind anxiety of that tone and look however slight your pain. In after life you may have friends—fond, dear, kind friends; but never will you have again the inexpressible love and gentleness lavished upon you which none but a mother bestows. Often do I sigh in my struggle with the hard uncaring world for the sweet, deep security I felt when of an evening, nestled in her bosom, I listened to some quiet tale, suitable to my age, read in her tender and untiring voice.— Never can I forget her sweet glances cast upon me when I appeared asleep; never her kiss of peace at night. Years have passed away since we laid her beside my father in the old churchyard, yet still her voice whispers from the grave, and her eyes watch over me as I visit spots long since hallowed to the memory of my mother." Young swell — I should like to have my mustache dyed. Polite Barber — Certainly. Did you bring it with you? The young lady who vowed she'd never marry a man under five feet ten in stature has not yet been led to the altar of hy-men.