I was always an early riser. Happy the man who is! Every morning day
comes to him with a virgin's love, full of bloom and freshness. The
youth of nature is contagious, like the gladness of a happy
child.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
~Mother.~--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 bestows.--_Macaulay._