Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-12-16

HIS only occupations were, the leedins OF
"a lavourlte hen, which would come TO his
chair and look up foI the crumbs he would
thin fingers---watching the pendulum and
hands OF the wooden clock, and reading.
Although | could not, at that time, fully
appreciate the beauty Of mothers love,
still venerated the widow for the unob-
trusive, but intense, attentions she display
ed to her son never entered her dwell
ling without seeing her engaged in klnd Of
hccs towards him. Ii the sunbeam came
through the leaves of the geranlums, Pia-
ced III the window, with too strong glare,
she moved the high backed char with as
much care as if she had been putting aside
"a chrystal temple When he slept, she
festooned her silk handkerchief around his
place Of rest. She placed the earliest Vi
Diets uRnp her mantel piece for HIM to look
at and~the roug hness OF her own meal,
and the deIicacy OF the child's, sufficiently
displayed her sacrifices Easy and salts
fled the woman moved about. l never saw
her bul once unhappy. She was then
walking thoughtlulIy IN her garden. ! be-
held tear | did not dare to lntrude up
on her greet and ask her the cause OF Ii (,
out found the reasoL IN her cottage her
boy had been splitting blood.
| have often envied him these endear-
ments for was away from "a parent who
humored me even when was stubborn and
unkind. My poor mother Is III her grave.
have often regretted having been her pet,
her favourite for the coldSess of the world
make me wretched---and, perhaps, if had
not dl ank at the very spring of mothers
ahe ections, | might have let scorn ana con-
tumey pass by me as the idle wind. Yet |
have, afterwards, asked myself what |,
thoughtless, though not heartless, boy,
should have come to, if had not had
such comforter 7 l have asked myself
this, felt satisfied and grateful, and WISHED
that her spirit might watch around a child
who often met her kindness with passion,
and received her gifts, as if he expected
homage from her
Every body experiences how quickly
school years pass away and many per-
sons regret their flight As for my elf, l
do not wish for the return of boyhood's
days | cannot forget the harshness Of
my master cannot but know that if he
had studded my character, and tempered
me as the hot iron is made pliable, should
have been a different aud a better being
still remember fhe tyranny of older spirits.
School may have its pleasures ; but the sor-
rows Of thinking boy are like the grieis
of fallen angel
Ny father residence was not situated
in the village where l was educated So
that, hen | left school, left It's scenes
also
Alter several years had passed away, ac-
cident took me again to the we! Rnown
place. The stable into winch l led my
horse was dear to me for had often lis
tened to the echo which danced within it,
when the bells were ringing. The lace oil
the landlord was strange but could not
forget the in-kneed, red whlskered hostier
---he had given me hearty thrashlng as a
return for hearty jest.
had reserved broad piece ofsilver for
the old widow. But first ran to the river,
and walked upon the mili-bank | was sur
prsed at the apparent narrowness Of the
stream ; and, although the willows still
iringed the margin and appeared to stoop
in homage to the water lines, yet they
were dimiuutive Every thing was but
miniature ofthe picture within my mind
1t proved to me that my faculties had
grown with my growth, and strengthened
With my strength.
With something like disappointment, /
left the river side, and stroled towards the
church. My hand was in my pocket gras-
ping the broad piece OF silver l lmagin-
ed to myself the kind look Of recognition
should receive determined on the
way in which should press the money in
to the widows hand But felt my nerves
lightly tremble as thought upon the look
her son had given, and again might give
me.
All, there is the cottage but the honey
suckle is older, and it has lost many Of its
branches
The door was closed pc, lamb was
taste"ed to loose cord under the window
andnts melancholy bleatIng vas the only
sound that disturbed the silence. In for
mer years, | used, at once to pull the string
which assisted the wooden latch but now
| deliberately Knocked A strange female
form, with child in her arms, opened he
door. | asked for my old acquaintance |?
Alas poor Alice is in her coffin look,
sir, where the shadow of the spire ends :
that is her grave - I rela >ad nv oros, Of