One came, and others followed, and with these came also the destruction of much of that genuine family happiness which flows from exclusiveness.

Being served by others is a poor substitute for a mother's labor of love.

The ostentatious meal prepared by a strange cook whom one seldom sees, and served by hands paid for the task, lacks the sweetness of that which a mother's hands lay before you as the expression and proof of her devotion.
Among the manifold blessings I have to be thankful for is that neither nurse nor governess was my companion in infancy.

No wonder the children of the poor are distinguished for the warmest affection and the closest adherence to family ties and are characterized by a filial regard far stronger than that of those who are mistakenly called more fortunate in life.

They have passed the impressionable years of childhood and youth in constant loving contact with father and mother, to each they are all in all, no third person coming between.