FOR THE LTTcHFIELD ENQUIRER. A MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTER,
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A MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTER,

 ON HER WEDDING DAY. Go my daughter, fare thee well, For thou art another's now, Happy thoughts thy bosom swell, God has wild, and must bow, To the mandate, that doth sever Thee and me, perhaps forever. remember when a child, Thou vert cradled on my knee, And thought the heavens smild Brighter for thy joyous glee;- Hewho rules in heaven above, Only knows mothers love. But, while happy voices greet thee, Wishing joy for coming years, 'Tis not right that l should meet thee, With face suffused with tears; Yetmy brain is reeling wild; Can part from thee, my child? have sooth'd thee in distress. Nurturd thee mid hopes and fears. With mothers tenderness, have watched thy ripning years; Oh, may he whose now tiiCu art, Bear to thee faithful heart. Little dream'd I, till this hour, That thou vert so dear to mo; And, though gracing hall or bower, Think of her who nurtur'd thee; And while friends are round thee pressing, Take thou now mothers blessing Friends with hopes allied to fears, Wish all joy may on the wait, Some the friends of earlier years, Some perchance of later date; And the one who calls thee bride, Sits rejoicing by thy side. Wit, and mirth. and beauty blending, Grace thy bridal festival; Music too its charms is lending, Joy pervades the festal hall; Hope on every face doth shine, Not heart is sad, but mine. C.

 FOR THE 1LTcHF1ELD ENQUIRER.

 STANZES Ye cluster round me now, memories of the past! When care upon the brow No shade had cast; When on the veil that hid from view The future, gleamed hope's rosy hue. Brilliant was life's young dawn. While dark woes met the sight Only by fancy drawn,

 Joys caught the light, And wore such lovely tints and fair, It had been good to finger there. Home, in it.; warm embrace, Sheltered the trusting heart, Drying the fearful face,

 Bade grief depart, And taught that this cold world was not Without one warm and truthful spot. Kind hearts were beating then, Whose pulses beat no more Eyes wept, that ne'er again The tear will pour And smiles were wont to light the way, That have been miss'd for many day. 'Tis the hearts midnight now, Der life pail is spread, little care as trow,

 When breaks life's thread; For who would wish the storm to last, When walls arc borne upon the blast?

 J. l.. w.