is a deplorably one-sided action, but it is the highest and noblest of
the faculties of affection. Anything beyond it is ideal, made up of two
positives, and a thousand years ahead of us. Is it any wonder that when
man makes his experiments with the mother's love which he supposes
himself capable of bestowing that a universal wail arises, or that
Shakspeare, the greatest of mortal minds, brought in those awful
verdicts against mankind--"Lear" and "Timon of Athens"?