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 Hint tO Chil1wa and Mothers We were at our childish gambols one Sunday afternoon, on . pretty green lawn, over which neat country mansisn had extended it's shade. as the sun glidcd down behind it. 4 widowed mother was seated little way within the door of the house, in. conversation with a afemale neighbor--her youngest. child, lively, rosy little boy in his fourth year, was Tegaling hima self at her feet, with half cut of a water mei- on. which had been nearly scooped out, and ever and anon thSusting his little mouth into 1t to suck the juice. .,s -ss... x : All M n sDdden his mother sprang from her seat in an agony Of disiress, and catehing up ! the little fellow, exclaimed, " He Is choked---- he is sulIoeating Y A seed of the nseiOn had lodged in the gloitis. She shook him-heat he back with the palm of her hand-but it was of no avail. He blackened in the face, and sasped and struggled. Presently he lost all wOiian--and his distracted mother. in . burst If sorrow had risen from her chair to "lay him Ouv' upon ihe he'd hut oh! how holy and mysterious are tha associations vl

 maternal love! As if soms angel had breath. ed the thought into her ear, she applied he, mouth te the noetrils of her babe. and blow. ing nth all her strength, the seed was dislodg. , ed, and by the efiOrt 10 respirc, which imme diately followed, 1t was passed dowa teths stomach nis returned. and tke little sufferer Irsscued from the e6ld embrace of fdeaih, look