Mother, How sweet the recollection in after years of a mother's tender training. It were well that to a mother this duty should
be [confided] if it were only for the delicious pleasure of [musing] on it after many long years of struggling with the cold
solitude of [life]. Who is there that finds no relief in [recursing] to the scenes of his infancy and youth gilded with the
memory of a mothers love, and how many have nobly [illegible] that to the solitary influence then exerted they must ascribe
their future success. Their [avoidance] of [evil] when no eye was upon them but rested upon the hurt, the warming prayers
and tears of a mother. "Anon"
Nothing unusual. A writer beautifully remarks that a man's Mother is the representative of his Maker. Misfortune and even
crime set up no barriers between her and her Son. While his Mother lives, he will have one friend on earth who will not listen
when he is slandered, who will not desert him when he suffers who will sooth him in his sorrows and speak to him of hope when
he is really to dispair. Her affection flows from a [pure] fountain and ceases only at the [ocean] of eternity.