Mother’s Love

A Mother's Love. BY AUBRAY PARKER.

Who can guess the greatness of a mother's love? The depths of it no one can plumb. The young mother is conscious of a strange stir in her heart which makes it pulse with gladness. It

is the birth of the mother-love; and that love is as lasting as life: it is eternal. If, in the course of a mother's life, one of her loved ones is laid at rest, and she has to leave it there in the little churchyard, no matter how far from that place she may wander, even to earth's farthest point, that little mound which marks the resting-place of her dear one will prove an unfailing magnet to draw her heart to that spot; because the tendrils of that life departed are still

wound rouud her mother heart, and are vital bonds. How powerful is a mother's love! Many a young man has held in his heart the knowledge of his mother's love, and it

has been that and that alone, which has kept his feet in the path of right. Mothers are the makers of the world's heroes. We are often discovering new genius and greatness in un- thought of circles. But it is not new genius or new greatness that we find, but obscure greatness and genius which is not new because it is just found out. Greatness has been the cherished ambition of many a mother's heart, not for herself, but for her children. A mother, when on her way from England to America, was asked her reason for going, and she answered, "To raise gov- ernors for them." She prophesied truly, for three of her sons were indeed governors. When Napoleon was exiled in St. Helena he declared: "My