Womans True Work.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 979, 5 December 1890, Page 4

Womans True Work.

The woman who is a faithful wife, a true and tender mother, and a good honsekeeper does as muoh as God expects any human being to do ; yet how often (asks Woman) is she appreciated at her true worth? How often do 4 her children rise up and call her blessed,’ and her husband praise her ? How many, many times is she called upon to deny herself that others may take pleasure ! How many needless steps her tired feet take ! How many headaches—yes, and heartaches —she carries to her lonely pillow ! But when she is gone—ah, then we appreciate her ! Then we miss her, honour her, love her ! Then we wish we had been kind to her, more tender and thoughtful of her 1 We look at the care-liued face sealed in death, at the silver hair, the tired droop of the lips, the Warded, folded hands, and we wish —oh ! with what a choking sob we wish—that we had kissed her oftener, that we had but laid our hand upon her each time we passed her ; that we had spared her more stops, more slights, more hurts ;we would give the world if she could hear us cry, 4 Oh, mother, I love you so !’ but—-and the thought shakes our very soal with vain regret—we would give still more if we could only take that tired, worn-out look from her dear face. Oh, yoa who have your wife or mother with you yet do not let her face wear that look when she lies dead—for that is the hardest of all to bear.