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Such person were to be pitied and helped, rather than condemned for what was the fault not of their natures but of their anomalous situation in life. To rescue a motherless young soul from the brink of perdition was the noblest task of a Christian.
In this he was of course mistaken, but in other respects perceived, with wonderful acuteness, how Ulrich had hitherto been circumstanced, nay even declared that he was a motherless child, a fact proved by many things he lacked. The boy had been sent to school too late Pellicanus was a good Latin scholar and perhaps had been too early initiated into the mysteries of riding, hunting, and woodcraft.
Here Spike's voice broke altogether, whereupon Hermione, quite forgetting her own sorrows and worries, fell to soothing and comforting him as she had done many and many a time during his motherless childhood. "Say, Hermy," said he at last, his tear-stained cheek pillowed on her soft, round bosom, "you won't think me a an awful kid for for cryin', will you?"
Then she patted the lamb on its head, and said with a comforting sense of comradeship in the little creature's presence, "Good-night, little motherless one! Sleep warm," and then she went to bed and slept till morning. I have dwelt on the surface details of Hetty's life at St.
The airth is softened for the grave, an' in the black clouds of heaven you may see the death-hearses movin' slowly along funeral afther funeral funeral afther funeral an' nothing to folly them but lamentation an' wo, by the widow an' orphan the fatherless, the motherless, an' the childless wo an' lamentation lamentation an' wo."
Laura fell back on her pillows the whitest, fragilest creature under the shadows of the old bed. She opened her delicate arms. "Suppose you kiss me, Cousin Elizabeth!" The elder woman stooped clumsily. The girl linked her arms round her neck and kissed her warmly, repeatedly, feeling through all her motherless sense the satisfaction of a long hunger in the contact of the old face and ample bosom.
Yocomb says, you can see him in New York; but unless you have well founded and specific charges to make, I think it would compromise your dignity to see him. "I know one," I growled, "that would be a particularly ugly customer just now." "'In Emily Warren's case, I said, 'it is different," Mrs. Yocomb continued. "'She is a motherless girl and has appealed to me for advice and sympathy.
Tell me you forgive me!" He dashed water in the boy's face. He felt of his heart he could hardly feel it beat. Was he dead? Dead! the only one he cared for? Dead! the poor motherless boy he had brought home one moonlight night long ago, and promised that he would be both father and mother to him? Dead! aye, dead by his hand! And for what?
She was to Gladys, the motherless girl, a friend, a companion, a leader and a heroine. What was there about her that made her able to lead? Was it her smile? Was it her ability to do things? What made a leader anyway? Gladys leaned far back against the old tree under which she had been sitting and said to herself, "I wish I wish "
She was remarkably neat in her whole personal attire; but she was dainty as to the fit of her shoes and gloves. I can well imagine that the grave serious composure, which, when I knew her, gave her face the dignity of an old Venetian portrait, was no acquisition of later years, but dated from that early age when she found herself in the position of an elder sister to motherless children.
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