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 pathy and kindness than the portraiture of beauty itself: as if that slumbering feeling of pity and commisseration which dwels in all of us, becomes stronger in it's attachments be- cause they are but seldom thoroughly arou- sed.

 Her dress was soiled with dust, and looked as if slight shower had caught her in the rOad-for they travelled on foot yet there was an air of neatness about her, that seemed to say how much brighter and sunni CT were the days she once had seen. She led a hoy of ten years old by the hand. as poor Iy clad as his mother, and without shoes. He seemed the very picture of health. Idiscov- cred, however. that the poor fellow was blind. Two huge cataracts gave his eye balls ghast- ly and unnatural appearance. I looked upon him with no small emotion for knew that to him the fair face of heaven and all beneath it was shrouded in utter darkness. And where, Madam, said l, are you going "To Phila- delphia, Sir,' she replied; My child is blind and have brought him that he may be resto- red to sight"

 They had travelled all the way from the state of New-Y York-several hundred miles on foot. She had left her family behind, which was small, and had started for Philadelphia, believing it to be her duty to do whatever

 

 had been supported on the way by the chari- ty which their situation had excited in the people. Their garments were worn to tatters by the journey-yet the mothers hopes grew brighter and stronger as she approached its conclusion.

 Of the numberless hosts of fbeggars that viz sit country town, not a solitary one seems to pass the printing office without stopping. It is sorry place to apply for charity; for the public sympathy has been so frequently inpo- sed upon, that it is a thahkless task to admin ister relief. But [ remember that the sacred volume tells us we may thereby entertain an angel unawares." This was no imposi- ton. There was no mockery of poverty or atfliction. putmy hand into my pocket and drew out-but no matter what. She curte- sled, gave me her blessing, took her boy by the hand, shut to the door, and left me alone by the side of my table.

 Such, thought I, as drew to me the sheet on which this is written, is the affection of mother How deep in its affection, how pure and ardent in its exercise! Who but mother can know it? I thought of what Campbell pnts into the mouth of d mother when watch ing the cradled slumbers of her infant boy :- ''Lo at the couch where infant beauty sleeps

 Hey silent watch the mournful mother keeps And weaves her song of melancholy 1oy.

 Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy!

 Bright as his manly sire the son shall be,

 In form and soul: but ah more blest than he.

 Thy fame, thy love, thy filial worth, at last,

 Shall soothe this aching heart for all the past:

 With many a smile my solitude repay,

 And calm the anguish of my dying day.

 Such reflections as these might have been the solace of this dejected mother on her sol- itary journey. Though trembling at the un- .lo~S full lest all her heartfelt solicitude and bodily suferings might be lost, and to no purpose yet reflections of this kind may have cheered up her sinking spirit to perse1Ete. Perhaps she might have looked upon her boy, (and he was her only one,) fancying that if, by the blessing of heaven, the skill of the physician should restore him,

 "And on his sightless eye ball pour the day. that the same Providence might preserve him to become the prop, and comfort and soIace of her declining years. That his manly spir- it should protect her from the rough storms of poverty and sorrow.

 Bucks County (Penn.) Pat.

 From KeppePs Journey from India to Eng,and.

 Arab Horse Racmg.-We went this after noon into the Desert to horse race, an amusement of which the natives of Bussorah are as fond as our own countrymen; though l fear, if an English jockey had been there, he would have thought the profession disgraced by the exhibition. For our own parts, we were much more amused than ifthe business had been conducted according to the strictest rules of the turf The spot selected was the Great Desert, which commences immediately outside the town; circular furrow of two miles marked the course and the stakes con sisted of small subscription raised from a. mongst our European party. The five candi- dates who started for the prize. were well suited to the general character of the scene. Instead of being decked in all the colours of the rainbow,a coarse loose shirt comprised all the clothing ofthe Arab jockey; and the pow erful bit of the country was the only article of equipment of the horse he bestrode. Thus simply accoutred, at signal given, these half naked savages set off at full speed, each giving shout to animate his horse. They arrived like team at the goal the prize was adjudg- ed to an Ethiopian slave. The scene was highly animated and interesting, though we had neither splendid equippages nor fair ladies to grace our sports; but what we lost in splendor and beauty we gained in novelty;- and though, when occasionally gazing on some wearcr of gaudy silks, the bright smile of woman did not repay our curiosity, we al most forgot the disappointment in beholding l the animated cOuntenance of the turbancd Turk, who, bearded to the eyes, would be .o v,, net xx;th oroad hand