Oh, what a loveliness her eyes Oh, mother's love is glorifying, QUOTATIONS Unhappy is the man for whom his own mother has not made all other mothers venerable. RICHTER. There is in all this cold and hollow world no fount of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within a mother's heart. MRS. HEMANS. A man never sees all that his mother has been to him till it's too late to let her know that he sees it. W. D. HOWELLS. If you would reform the world from its errors and vices, begin by enlisting the mothers. C. SIMMONS. I think it must somewhere be written, that the virtues of the mothers shall be visited on their children, as well as the sins of the fathers. CHARLES DICKENS. The mother's yearning, that completest type of life within another life which is the essence of human love, feels the presence of the cherished child, even in the base degraded man. GEORGE ELIOT. The dignity, the grandeur, the tenderness, the everlasting and divine significance of motherhood. DE WITT TALLMADGE. I would desire for a friend the son who never resisted the tears of his mother. LACRETELLE. The babe first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but is always on her heart. H. W. BEECHER. Say to mothers, what a holy charge is theirs, with what a kingly power their love might rule the fountains of the new-born mind. MRS. SIGOURNEY. Oh, wondrous power! how little understood, Entrusted to the mother's mind alone, MRS. HALE. What are Raphael's Madonnas but the shadow of a mother's love, fixed in permanent outline forever. T. W. HIGGINSON. No language can express the power and beauty and heroism and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over the wastes of worldly fortune sends the radiance of quenchless fidelity like a star in heaven. E. H. CHAPIN. A mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his cheek, or silvered his brow, who can yet recall, with softened heart, the fond devotion, or the gentle chidings, of the best friend that God ever gives us. BOVEE. It is generally admitted, and very frequently proved, that virtue and genius, and all the natural good qualities which men possess, are derived from their mothHook. ers. An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy. The mother's heart is the child's school-room. Children, look in those eyes, listen to that dear voice, notice the feeling of even a single touch that is bestowed upon you by that gentle hand! Make much of it while yet you have that most precious of all good gifts, a loving mother. Read the unfathomable 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 friends, but never will you have again the inexpressible love and gentleness lavished upon you, which none but a mother can bestow. T. MACAULAY. Men are what their mothers make them. R. W. EMERSON. The instruction received at the mother's knee, and the paternal lessons, together with the pious and sweet souvenirs of the fireside, are never entirely effaced from the soul. LAMENNAIS. If the whole world were put into one scale, and my mother in the other, the whole world would kick the beam. LORD LANGDALE. No joy in nature is so sublimely affecting as the joy of a mother at the good fortune of her child. RICHTER. The mother in her office holds the key of the soul; and she it is who stamps the coin of character, and makes the being who would be a savage but for her gentle cares, a Christian man! Then crown her queen of the world. OLD PLAY. Observe how soon, and to what a degree, a mother's influence begins to operate! Her first ministration for her infant is to enter, as it were, the valley of the shadow of death, and win its life at the peril of her own! How different must an affection thus founded be from all others! MRS. SIGOURNEY. A mother's love - how sweet the name! A noble, pure, and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mold; This is a mother's love. J. MONTGOMERY. I worship thee, O Sun! whose ample light, Pours itself forth and yet is never less, Still spending and unspent-like mother's love! EDMOND ROstand. Number thy lamps of love, and tell me, now, How many canst thou relight at the stars And blush not at their burning? One-one only Lit while your pulses by one heart kept time, And fed with faithful fondness to your grave— (Tho' sometimes with a hand stretch'd back from heaven), Steadfast through all things near, when most forgot And with its fingers of unerring truth Pointing the lost way in the darkest hour One lamp - thy mother's love- amid the stars Holy NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. Oh! when a mother meets on high Hath she not then, for pains and fears, An over-payment of delight? ROBERT SOUTHEY. Earth held no symbol, had no living sign MRS. HALE. |