THE DYING KISS.
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--...- -. THE DYING KISS. --

 was but five years old when my mother died {; but her image is as distinct to my recollection, now that twelve years have elapsed, as it was at the time ot her death. l remember her pale, beautiful, gentle being, with sweet smile. and voice that was soft and cheerful when she praised me, and when erred, (for I was wild, thought less child,) there was trembling mildness about

 it that always went to my little heart. And then she was so kind, so patient methinks can now see her large blue eyes moist with sorrow because of my childish waywardness; and hear her repeat, .s My child, how can you grleve me SO" recol- lect she had for a long time been pale and feeble, and that sometimes there would come bright spot on her check, which made her look so lovely, that thought she must be well. But then she sometimes spoke of dying, pressed me to her bo- som, and told me to be good when she was gone, and to love my father great deal, and be kind to him, for he would have no one else to love. re- collect she was very sick al! day, and my little hobby. horse and whip were laid aside, and tried to be very quiet. did not see her for the whole day, and it seemed very long. At night, they told me my mother was too sick to kiss me, as she al- ways used to do before went to bed, and must go without it. But could not ! stole ,lnto tne room, and laying my lips close to hers, whispered s Mother, mother, won't you kiss me! Her lips were very cold and when she put her arm around me, laid my head upon her bosom, ana one hano upon my cheek, I felt cold shuGicrlng creep all over me. My father carried me froia the room' but he could not speak. After they put me m bed, lay long while thinking. feared that my mother would indeed die, for her cheek felt cod as my little sisters did when she died and they laid her in the ground. But the impressions of mortality are always indistnct in childhood, and soon fell asleep. In the morning, hastened to my mothers room A white napkin covered her face. removed it-it was just as feared. Her eyes were closed her cheek was cold and hard. and only the lovely expression that always rested upon her lips remained. In an instant all the lit ,le faults for which she had so often reproved me- rushed upon my mind, l longed to tell her how good would always be, if she would remain with me. She was buried; but my remembrance of the funeral is indistnct. I only retain the impress sons which her precepts and example left upon uy mind. I was passionate, headstrong boy but never yielded to this turn ol my disposition, without fancying saw her mild, fearful eye fixed upon me, just as she used to do in life And then. when had succeeded in overcoming it, her sweet smile of appreciation beamed upon me, and was happy. My whole character underwent a change. even from the moment of her death. Her spirit was forever with me, strengthened my good reso- lutions and weakening my propensity to do evil. l felt that it would grieve her gentle spirit to see me err, and could not, would not do it. l was the child of her affection knew she had prayed and wept over me, and that, even on the threshold of eternity, her affection for me had caused her gentle spirit to finger, that she might pray for ME once more. I resolved to become all that she could desire. This resolution l have never forgotten It'helped me to subdue the waywardness of child hood, protected me through the temptations of youth. and will comfort and support me through the buster scenes of manhood. Whatever there IS estimable in my character, owe to the impres- sions of goodness made upon my infant mind, by the exemplary conduct and faithful instruction of my excellent mother.--PGenfs Magaz'"e

 A RICH POET.

 Mir WEED, when speaking of the wealth ofEng- land in one of his late and interesting letters from that country, says :-" In nothing is stranger SO deeply impressed, as in the enormous, overgrown wealth of England. It IS difficult for an American to realize or even credit the magnitude, the almost incalcuable magnitude of this feature, as 1t pre- sents itself, first upon the domains of the Noble men, and then m London" We might mention many facts connected with the "enormous over grown wealth of England, but as an illustration of the wealth of thousands in that country, we VIII merelymention that of Simuel Rodgers, the we'll known poet of England, author of the "Pleasures of Memory, ;" &c. Mir. Rodgers has the largest col- lection of curiosities of any private individual m England and among this great collection he has one euiosity, Of it may be so called) worth pos sessing. It is Million Pound Note. on the Bank of England, which he keeps in glass case, and IS shown at all times to lis numerous visitors. The Bank of England never issued but four notes of this denomination. and MT. Rodgers availed him. self of the opportunity 10 possess one and at any moment he may see fit. he can. by presenting this note to the counter of the bank, have it cashed" in gold or silver in the nice sum of one million pounds sterling. or four millions eight hundred thousand dollars. But while this Note is lying l. dle in glass case, only to be looked upon as GU rosty, and losing interest yearly to the amount Of seventy thousand pounds sterling, or three hundred thousand dollars, how many, we might ask, during this time. are constantly suffering within stone throw of MT. Rodgers, for the very necessaries of life."-ANb. Jour.

 .M,ssifeent DOnafion-It is stated in several of the Boston papers. that samuel Appleton of that city, has given $1oJooo to Dartmouth Col