, 1843-05-06
A Mothers Love.
BY J..

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love. Its purity is like the purity o
the "sweet south that breathes upon
a bank Of violets." The tear.drop
speaks not half its tenderness. There
Is language in a mothers smile, but
it betrays not all her nature. have
sometimes thought, while gazing on
her CONFERENCE.-The dignity slightly
changed by the inelegant accents Of
her young child, as it repeated in ODE
dience, some ~endearing word, that
the sanctuary of the mothers heart,
is fraught with untold virtues. So
fondly, so devotedlv she listens to its
accents, it would seem she catches
from them spirit hat strengthens
the bodies of her affection. ! have
een the mother in almost every con-
dition of life. But her love seems
every where the same. have heard
her bid, from her bed Of straw, her
darling child to come and receive the
the impress Of her lips, and. as her
feeble strains mingled in the air, |
have thought there was loveliness in
them not unlike the loneliness of an
angels melody. And | have seen
the mother at her fire side deal out
the last morsel to her little ones so
pleasantly. that her own cravings
seemed apPeased by the pleasure she
enjoyed. But who, hat is not a
mother, can feel as she feels? We
may gaze upon her as she sings the
lullaby to her infant, and, in her eve
read the index to her hearts alice
tions-we may study the demure cast
of her countenance, and mark the
tenderness with which she presses
her darling to her bosom, but we can
not feel the many influences that
operate upon her nature. Did you
ever mark the care with which she
watches the cradle where sleeps her
infant! How quick she catches the
low sound of an approaching foot.
step! With what fearful earnest
ness she gazes at her little charge, at
the sound intrudes! Does i, move?
DO its slumbers break? how sweet
the voice that quie,s ii! Surely it
seems the blood Of but one heart sus-
tains the existence of both mother
and child. And, did you ever behold
the mother as she watches the rece-
ding light of her Young babes exis-
tence? 1t is a scene for the pencil.
Words cannot portray the tender
ness that fingers on her c%ountenance.
When hope has expired. wha, un-
speakable grief overwhelms her!
How IT WILL LooK.-The following
description of the appearance that
will be presented on the last day is
from a sermon delivered bv Parson
Miller in Bennington VT. He goes
into the ainutal OF the matter with
much confidence that it will turn
up o. X.
"A small bright spot will first ap-
pear in the east. which will gradually
expand as it approaches the earth.-
By and bye, a small cloud will appear
before the luminous ball and between
it and the earth. On this cloud will
be seen the Son of Man, standing e.
rect, his figure plainly visible to the
spectators on the earth. AT the sound
of the trumpet. Tor some other sIgnal.)
the bright spot having gradually illu.
minated the whole feavens. the
righteous dead shall rise from their
resting p~laces--and risen and living
saints shall, together be caught up
and meet the Saviour in the air, when
they will instantly be changed and
clothed with immortality. The Sa-
viour will then present them to the
Father, whose presence is denoted
by this luminous mass, perfect, with
out spot or wrinkle. The Father
will then give the Saints by the mar
liage covenant, as 4 bride 10 the Son.
They will then be constituted the
New Jerusalem and together with
the Saviour, will decend to the earth,
which, during their absence, has been
purified, and the wicked burned up.
where the Saints will dwell with
Christ forever.
RIcE.-It is said that rice was first
planted in Carolina, in 1868; but ow.
ing to bad seed it was abandoned. In
the year 1895, 4 vessel from NADIA
gascar, the master of which furnish
ed a gentleman with a small quantity,
from which has sprung immense sour
ces of wealth to the Southern States.
so much for a remnant of sea store
left in the bottom Of a bag.'-Nash-
ville Agriculturalist.