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was dead They laid him ona bench, and
in mournful silence bore him towards his
mothers lonely home.


Young man, have seen sight of misery,
but anguish such as hers never witnessed.
She had been watching anxiously for the re-
turn other son, and the first sight she caught
of him was his dead body bonre along by
four strong men. She rushed toward them
there was gurging in her throat, and with
out another sound sank in violent Mysteries
on his corpse. They bore herto her home,
and for the live-long night they watched by
her side Not for one moment did she cease
from the dreadful fits that shook her poor
weak frame. AT length the morning broke,
and the SUMS rays shone brightly throughthe
window on her bed. Suddenly she was still,
and they thought, nay, almost hoped, that all
was over, but she raised herself on her arm,
and gazing calmly around seemed to have
forgotten the cause of her grief. in another
instant the dreadful scene of the last night
rushed upon her mind. g My son my son! !
| George good God was it true dead =
Oh! mercy! mercy my heart is brook
en- - and with convulsive sob she fell back
on the pillow they raised her up, but life
had fled


But where was the tempter he was gone,
and no one hereabouts has since beheld
him, and if that mothers shrek does not
haunt him through this world, it will give
him no peace in the next. They bore them
to the grave, and placed them side by side,
the mother and her son, and no one has
lived in that house since. Such is my tale"
The old man ceased, and the tear Of me-
mory stood in his eye. Weleft the spot
together, but never do enter graveyard
that do not think ofss The Mothers Grave"
C. J. P.
If there be pleasure on earth which an
gels cannot enjoy, and which they might al
most envy man the possession OF, it is the
power of relieving distress. If there be a
pain which devils might pity man for endur-
ing, it is the death-bed reflection that we
have possessed the power of doing good, but
that we have abused and perverted it to pur-
poses of ILL.,.