Arousing his companion with a punch, he said:
"Furgus! Furgus! it's no use; you might as well come out; here's one
of the craythers searching for us wid a lantern."
MOTHERS
Answers to the question "what is Mother?" given by supposedly
feeble-minded school children of New York:
She's what you chop wood for.
She's what feeds you.
She's what put clothes and shoes on you.
She keeps care of you.
She's who's good to you.
She's your creator.
She's what's dead on to me.
Best composite portrait of a mother ever painted.
_Mother_
She loves me in spite of my faults;
She overlooks my mistakes;
She rejoices at my success;
She weeps over my failure;
She urges me on to higher endeavor,
And her confidence in my ability
Brings out the best that is in me.
Her love has been the crowning blessing of my life;
Here's to MOTHER.
--_Hathaway_.--
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 o' the world.
"An ounce of mother," says the Spanish proverb, "is worth a pound of
clergy.
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