The Home Mission

[The following brief passage is from our story, “The Wife,” in the series “Maiden,” “Wife,” and “Mother.”]

A new chord vibrated in Anna’s heart, and the music was sweeter far in her spirit’s ear, than any before heard.  She was changed.  Suddenly she felt that she was a new creature.  Her breast was filled with deeper, purer, and tenderer emotions.  She was a mother!  A babe had been born to her!  A sweet pledge of love lay nestling by her side, and drawing its life from her bosom.  She was happy—­how happy cannot be told.  A mother only can feel how happy she was on first realizing the new emotions that thrill in a young mother’s heart.

As health gradually returned to her exhausted frame, and friends gathered around her with warm congratulations, Anna felt that she was indeed beginning a new life.  Every hour her soul seemed to enlarge, and her mind to be filled with higher and purer thoughts.  Before the birth of her babe, she suffered much more than even her husband had supposed, both in body and mind.  Her spirits were often so depressed that it required her utmost effort to receive him with her accustomed cheerfulness at each period of his loved return.  But, living as she did in the ever active endeavour to bless others, she strove daily and hourly to rise above every infirmity.  Now, all was peace within—­holy peace.  There came a Sabbath rest of deep, interior joy, that was sweet, unutterably sweet.  Body and spirit entered into this rest.  No wind ruffled the still, bright waters of her life.  She was the same, and yet not the same.

“I cannot tell you, dear husband! how happy I am,” she said, a few weeks after her babe was born.  “Nor can I describe the different emotions that pervade my heart.  When our babe is in my arms, and especially when it lies at my bosom, it seems as if angels were near me.”

“And angels are near you,” replied her husband.  “Angels love innocence, and especially infants, that are forms of innocence.  They are present with them, and the mother shares the blessed company, for she loves her babe with an unselfish love, and this the angels can perceive, and, through it, affect her with a measure of their own happiness.

“How delightful the thought!  Above all, is the mother blessed.  She suffers much—­her burden is hard to bear—­the night is dark—­but the morning that opens upon her is the brightest a human soul knows during its earthly pilgrimage.  And no wonder.  She has performed the highest and holiest of offices—­she has given birth to an immortal being—­and her reward is with her.”

Hartley had loved his wife truly, deeply, tenderly.  Every day, he saw more and more in her to admire.  There was an order, consistency, and harmony in her character as a wife, that won his admiration.  In the few months they had passed since their marriage, she had filled her place to him, perfectly.  Without seeming to reflect how she should regulate her conduct toward her husband, in every act of her wedded life she had displayed true wisdom, united with unvarying love.  All this caused his heart to unite itself more and more closely with hers.  But now, that she held to him the twofold relation of a wife and mother, his love was increased fourfold.  He thought of her, and looked upon her, with increased tenderness.

“Mine, by a double tie,” he said, with a full realization of his words, when he first pressed his lips upon the brow of his child, and then, with a fervour unfelt before, upon the lips of his wife.  “As you have been a good wife, you will be a good mother,” he added, with emotion.