Year: 1860

when you come to this lonely room to
weep, my wings cncircle you. I behold
you suffer, but l know that God will not
give you more sorrow than you can bear.
When you resist the evil, l whisper calm
and tender thought unto your soul but
when you give way to anger, when you
cherish spirit of revenge, you displeasc
the great and holy God.


BE good, be happy even amidst your
trials and, if that is consolation, know
that thy immortal mother often communes
with thy soul. And further, thou shalt
soon be with me-"


" Oh ! mother, mother, mother" mur-
INJURED the boy, springing from his bed,
and striving to leap towards her. The
keen air chilled him he looked eagerly
around-thcre was no light, - solemn still
ness rcigned ; the radiance, the rafters of
gold the silver beams, the music the an
gcls,-all were gone. And then he knew
he had been dreaming; but oh what a
drcam-how strengthening, how cheering ;
never, never would he forget it.


The next morning, when he went down
to his scant breakfast, there was such a
beautiful serenety upon his face, such a
sweet gladness in his eyes, that all who
looked upon him foreborc to tauAt or chide
! him.


Ho told his dream, and the hearts that
listened were softoned and the mother
who held her own babe was so choked with
her tears that she could not eat and the
father said inwardly that henceforth he
would be kind to the poor little orphan
bound boy, and SO he was. The child
found his way into their affections he was
SO meek, so powerful, and at the end of a
twelvcmonth, when the angels did, in very
deed, take him to heaven, the whole family
wept around the little coffin as if he were
ono of their own. But they all felt that
he was in the bright heavens with his broth
er, his father, and his dear angel mother.


TIE OLD-FASHIONED MOTHER.
Old fashion mothers have nearly all
passed away with the blue cheek and home
spun wollen of q simpler but puror time.
Here and there are remains, truly accom-
plishcd i'll heart and life, for the sphere Of
home.


Old fashinoned mothers-God bless
them who followed US with heart and
prayer over the world--lvcd in our lives
and sorrowed in our grief; who knew
more about patching than poetry spoke
no dialect but lovc-ncver preached nor
wondered "madc melody with their
hearts and sent forth no books but liv.
ing volumes, that honorcd their author.
and blessed the world.


The old homestead We wish we could
paint it for you as it is-no, We dare not
say it is-as it was that We should 20
together from room to room sit by the
hearth, round which that circle of light
and love once swept, and there linger til
all those simpler, purcr times returned
and we should grow young again.


And how can we leave that spot with
out remembering one form that occupied
in days gone by, the old armchair,
that old fashion mother-one in all tn,
world the law of whose life was love
one who was the divinity of our infancy
and the sacred presence in the shrine o
our first earthly idolatry; one whose
heart is far below the frost that gather,
so thickly on her brow one to whom We
never grow old, but in the ploomed
troop or the grave council, are children
still one who welcomed us coming, bless
ed Us going, and never forgets ua-nev
er


And when in some closet, some drawer
some corner, she finds garment or a to,
that once was yours, how does she weep
} as she thinks you may be suffering O.
sad. And when Spring


Leaves her robes on the trees"
does She not remember your tree and wisl
you were there to see its glory
BRRCKINRIDGE AND CLAY.-The re
spon.e OF Henry Clay to the speech Q
Mr., Breckenridge, delivered at Lexington
is often spoken of. The New Orlean
Delta gives it as follows;


"Major Breckenridge, | congratulat
you. You are worthy to represent tn
people of this district, whose esteem ant
favor have been the chief objects of m


ambition, and laborious lifc;" and thel
) dropping his voice to the milder tone Q
affection, he added: "My dear John
be true to your name. Never forget yo