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had ceased to weep! Day after day, the
darkness that covered his brain grew less
and less deep--to her, that bewiderment
gave the blesscdness of hope-for her son
knew that he had an immortal soul, and one
evening joined family and feebly, and erring-
ly in prayer. A few weeks afterwards, he
remembered only events, and scenes long
past and distant; and believed that his father
and all his brothers and sisters were yet a.
live. He called upon them by their names,
to come and kiss him-on them, who had all
long been buried in the dust. But his soul
struggled itself into reason and remem-
brance, and he at last said, 'Mother! did
some accident befal me yesterday at my
work down the glen! feel weak and about
to die !'' The shadows of death were indeed
around him; but he lived to be told much OF
what had happened, and rendered up per-
fectly uncloudy spirit into the mercy OF his
Saviour. His mother felt that all her prayers
had been granted in that one boon, and when
the coffin was borne away from the eiling,
she remained in, with a friend, assured,
that in this world, there could for her be no
more grief. And in the same shciing, now
that years have gone by she still fingers, WIS.,
tied as often as she wishes, by her poor
neighbours, (for, to the poor. sorrow is sa-
cred thng,) who, by turns, send one of their
daughters to stay with her, and cheer lite
that cannot be long; but that end when it
may, will be laid down without one impious
misgiving, and in the humility of the Chris
tian's faith.