“‘The vast sad tenderness of dying men.’

He triumphs over pain and weakness that he may plot and plan every detail of the young life which he can no longer live to guide and direct.  And when at length he seems to have passed into the last darkness, and they hold up the child to see if he will yet recognize him, suddenly the spirit seems to sweep back again over the dark river which it has almost crossed, and an ineffable light illumines the dying face as his lips meet the lips of his little son in one last supreme kiss—­the father’s love for one moment vanquishing death itself.  And what, I ask,” said the preacher, in tones that thrilled that vast audience, “must be the sin of desecrating and defiling such a function as this, this function of fatherhood in which man seems to touch upon God Himself and become the representative of the Father in heaven—­what must be the guilt of turning it into a subject of filthy jests and a source of unclean actions?”

The friend with whom I was staying had brought with her her Bible class of Industrial School lads, and when the next day she asked what had struck them most in the sermon, they answered promptly, “What he said about fathers,” Let us go and teach likewise.

But perhaps the most precious sphere of influence is that which comes to a mother last and latest of all—­too late, unless the moral training of all preceding years has been made one long disciplinary preparation in self-mastery and pureness of living, for the higher and more difficult self-control, the far sterner discipline, of true marriage pure and undefiled.  But if through her training and influence “the white flower of a blameless life” has been worn

    “Through all the years of passion in the blood,”

then this is the time when her long patient sowing comes to its golden fruitage.  It is to his mother that a young man turns as his confidant in his engagement; it is to her that he necessarily turns for counsel and advice with regard to his young wife in the early years of his marriage.  A young man in love is a man who can receive divine truth even of the hardest, for love is of God, and its very nature is self-giving.

    “Love took up the harp of life, and smote upon its chords with might—­
    Smote the chord of self, that trembling passed in music out of sight.”

A pure affection is an almost awful revelation in itself to a young man of the true nature of sensual sin.  He would gladly die for the woman he loves.  And we look, therefore, to you mothers to bring into the world that Christian ideal of marriage which at present is practically shut up between the covers of our Bibles, that the man is to love the woman, the husband the wife,[27] “as Christ loved the Church and gave Himself for it”; not our ideal of the self-sacrificing woman—­our patient Griseldas and Enids and all the rest of it—­but the self-sacrificing man, who is but poorly represented in our literature at all,—­the man who loves the woman and gives himself for her, holding all the strongest forces and passions of his nature for her good, to crown her with perfect wifehood and perfect motherhood.