THE NATIVE HOME.
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Ireland.


81 was aroused from one OF memory S
sweetest dreams, by the distant sound OF
bells; they were those OF my native city
| had often heard them at the same hour,
they spoke of wo, devotion, and Joy, and
scenes long gone BY. In this sottened state
of feeling entered the town, and needless
of the throng, hurried on to the home OF
my parents-reaching the house--threw
myself into their arnis, and the first tumult
of feeling over. / sat at tbs e-side. with my
father Oh the one side. and my mother on
the other, gazing afectionate'y upon me,
while talked of all had seen, and all had
felt.


"Beng tired after my journey, my mother
suggested the propriety OF my gong 10 resi-
and the tender hand that had often smooth
cd my pillow, again performed that oihce'
could not help comparing my situation
with the nights that | had lain exposed to
the storm. with the cold earth for my bed,
and felt a lively gratitude, (worth thou
sand formal prayers) to the Divine Bcing,
who had watched over and protected me
thro' every danger, and brought me in safe
ty back to my home and parents.


"NVhile nv mind was occupied with these
reflections, my mother again entered my
chamber to sec if / wanted any thing. Are
you asleep, James, My eyes were shut
and did not reply. She stood over me witt
light iii her hand, gazing on my weather
beaten countenance.


My poor want.erer, she calculated
what must you have endured since
saw you--danger and death has surrounded
YOU fatigue ard hunger attended your steps
| but vet YOU have been kindly dealt with
mercifully preserved return thee thanks
thou Almighty giver of every good, tor thy
bountcous mercy to my poor boy-O snlit
him to thyself" I"


She stopped to kiss my forehead-he'
warm tear fell upon my face, my emotions
became too strong for concealment, and a.
fraid that she had disturbed my sleep, she
softly left the room.


Those who have felt the rude storms o.
adversely. and the endearing kindness OF
mother, will appreciate my feelings