latter bowed bade him good and departed when mr said he had some visits t make we must lest the reader might suppose ths they are visits of ceremony follow his steps in to learn the nature of these visits about half a mile from the house of cast the meek and into an abode of misery and sorrow which wool require a far more touching pen than ours to d the irish agent a poor widow sat upon the edge of a little bed with the head of one of her children on another lay in the same bed silent and feeble and looking evidently ill mr remembered to have seen the boy whom she supported not long before playing about the cottage his rosy cheeks heightened into a glow of health and beauty by the exercise and his fair thick clustered hair blown about by the breeze the child was dying and the tender power of a mother s love prompted her to keep him as near her breaking heart as she could during the short space that remained of his brief existence when mr entered the lonely mother looked upon him with an aspect of such utter sorrow of such helpless in her misery as if she said am i left to the affliction of my own heart am i cut off from the piety and comfort which distress like mine ought to derive from christian sympathy and fellowship i have i not even a human face to look upon but those of my dying children such in similar circumstances are the questions which the heart ask she could not immediately speak but th the head of her dying boy upon her heart she sat in mute and unbroken agony every pang of her departing orphan throwing a deeper shade of m tion over her countenance and a of row into her heart the champion of god however was at his post he advanced to the bed side and in tones proclaimed the of his sympathy in hei and with a countenance lit up by that in heaven which long trials of his own and had given him he addressed her h words of comfort and consolation and raised hei heart to better hopes than any which this world o care and trial can bestow it is difficult however to give comfort in such moments nor is it to enforce it too strongly the widow looked her boy s face which was sweetly marked with the graces of innocence even in the of death the light of life was nearly withdrawn from hia dim blue eye but he felt from time to time for the mother s hands and the mother s bosom he was striving too to utter his little complaints attempting probably to describe his sufferings and to beg relief from his unhappy parent but the power of death was on all his faculties his words into each other and were consequently unintelligible mrs for such was the widow s name heard the words addressed to hei by mr she raised her eyes to heaven for t thb irish moment and then them heavy with misery upon her dying boy her heart � her hopes � her whole being were peculiarly in the object before her and though she had imagined that sympathy might support her she now felt that no power could give her consolation the tears were fast from mr s cheeks who felt that until the agonies of the boy were over it would be tain to offer her any kind of support at length she exclaimed � oh i who suffered the agony of the and who loved little children like him let mercy descend upon my beloved i suffer him to come to you hm oh i � hear a mother s prayer for i loved him above all and he was our life core of my heart you are striving to tell your mother what you suffer but the weight of death is upon your tongue and you cannot do it i am here my beloved sufferer � i am here � you struggle to find my hands to tell me � to tell me � but i cannot help you mrs said the we have reason to believe that what appears to us to be the agony of death is not felt so severely as we imagine strive to moderate your grief � and reflect that he will soon be in peace and joy and happiness that will never m end his little sorrows and will soon p over and the bosom of a merciful god will him into life and glory but sir replied the widow the tears streaming down her cheeks do you not see he suffers look at the moisture that is on hi little brow and see how he with the pain he thinks that i can stop it and it is for that h presses my hands during his whole illness tha was still his cry � oh mother take away this pair why don t you take away the pain mr was a father and an affectionate oa and this allusion to the innocence of the sufferer touched his heart and he was silent the widow proceeded there he lies my son � his departed father s image and i looked up to him to be one day my support my pride and my happiness � but see what he is now oh i james james wouldn t i lay down my life to yours you look at the dark side of the picture mrs said the think upon what he may escape by his early and his happy death you know not but that there was crime and sin an affliction before him consider how many parent there are now in the world who would feel the irish agent that their children who bring shame and distress and misery upon them 