care and anxiety for the temporal happiness and well-being of his beloved children.
Then ask your mother what cruel anguish she endured for your sake, how many hours she watched beside your cradle, how muck anxiety she has felt on your account? Truly. "New every morning is the love, a tender mothers heart can prove!"
2. Maternal love! Eight years ago a cadet seventeen years of age, from the military school at Vienna, slipped from the Traunstein in so unfortunate a manner that he fell into the lake of Gemunden, which lies directly beneath, and there found a watery grave. Every effort to recover the body proved to be without result. Year by year, on All Souls' Day, a lady bowed down with grief, arrives at Gemunden. She is the mother of the poor drowned lad, and she causes herself to be rowed out into the middle of the lake, to the spot where the waters swallowed up her darling son. There, as a token of her unchanging affection, she drops into the lake a splendid wreath, composed of the choicest flowers.
Honor your father and mother; honor them by invariably speaking in a respectful manner to them and of them; by never allowing an insolent or unbecoming expression to pass your lips in regard to them, and by never permitting yourself to make any natural or moral imperfections they may chance to possess, the subject of a jest.
