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ONE's MoTHER.-Around the idea OF ones
mother. the mind Of man clings with fond afIec-
ton. tits the first deep thought stampt upon our
infant hearts, when yet soft and capable of re-
ceiying the most profound impressions, and all
the other feelings are more or less light in COM
parson. Our passions and our willfnlness NAV


lead US far from the object of our flial love; we
may become wild, headstrong and angry at her
counsels or oppostions but when death has stilled
her monitory voice, and nothing but calm memory
remains to recapitulate her virtues and good deeds
affection. like flower beaten to the ground by
the rude storm, raises up her head and smiles
amidst her tears. Round that idea, as we have
said, the mind clings with fond affection, and
even when the earlier period of our loss forces
memory to be silent, fancy takes the place Of
remembrance, and twines the image of our de-
parted parent, with garland Of graces and beau
ties, and virtues, which we doubt not that she
possessed.