A sick youth was lying in bed, watching with quiet eyes his
mother’s form moving gently about the room where for weeks she
had been ministering to him with tenderest heart and hands.
There had been stillness there for a little while, when the boy
spoke: “I wonder why there are no mothers in fiction.” “Why,
there are, dear; there must be,” the mother answered quickly,
but when she tried to name one, she found that none came at the
call. When she related me the little incident, I too immediately
said that our memory must be strangely at fault that it did not
furnish us with examples in plenty. Maternal love! Why, art was
filled with illustrations of it, and so was literature. And
yet, on making search, I too have failed to find the typical
mother where it seems she would so easily be found.--_Atlantic
Monthly._
(2112)
=Mother, The, and the Lambs=--See FATHER’S VOICE.
=Mother Wisdom=--See WEALTH AND WORK.