1404
The mother's heart is the child's school-room.
1405
He who takes the child by the hand, takes the mother by the heart.
1406
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.
1407
Each mother is a historian; she writes not the history of empires or of nations on paper, but she writes her own history on the imperishable mind of her child. That tablet and that history will remain indelible when time shall be no more. That history each mother shall meet again, and read, with eternal joy, or unutterable grief, in the coming ages of eternity.