The Earwig 
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mother earwig. When we look upon the 
great human race, the climax of creation, 
we see evidences, the world over, especially 
demonstrated as he has emerged but little 
from his barbaric state, of the utter 
indifference with which he often regards 
child life. When we hear so constantly 
the admonitions given by justices in law 
courts even in our own country with 
regard to the hideous unnaturalness which 
many mothers display in dealing with 
tender infants ; when we look at the huge 
institutions, dotted everywhere, which have 
been erected for the protection and rearing 
of the helpless outcasts from loveless homes 
and loveless hearts, shall we still continue 
to look with loathing upon an insect 
which rises up against this generation and 
condemns it, by proving to us that small, 
insignificant, helpless as it is, the earwig 
still perpetuates the most natural, the most 
beautiful of all instincts — the love of a 
mother to her offspring. A great man 
once said that he felt always that he must 
remove the covering from his head when he 
witnessed the most sacred of sights, a 
woman nursing her babe. If you will not 
