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Show OUR MOTHERS. In the formation of our character, we owe to our mothers more than to any other human agency, for it is their hands that first twine the tendrils of our hearts, guide our footsteps aright, lead us in the path of virtue, and in the dark, dreary night of pain, their watchful vigils keep beside the couch of their dear ones. Whose but the all-seeing eye of Jehovah can fathom the depths of anxiety they feel, and who can tell of the ceaseless prayers which they offer for their sin-stricken children? Their influence over shines [over-shines] with an unsullied light which softens and purifies the wayward impulses of the youthful mind, and guides it onward in its course toward heaven. How, then, can we pay just tribute to our mothers - with what measures of gratitude and affection shall we require them for their maternal care? To those who have lost their mothers in early life, there is the hallowed spot, sacred to memory, where they retrospect the past - recall days and nights when their mothers kept watch over their sinless years, and where they may look forward, with faith and hope, to the blessed reunions of the everlasting future. Friends may be torn from our hearts, hopes may be blasted [?], and our love for others grow cold, yet every principle of gratitude and every feeling of virtuous sensibility requires that we should cling to our mothers and love them still. |