MY MOTHERS LAST PRAYER.
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NIX MOIHEN S LAST FhAxEhs

 "God protect thee, my little one" said my mother, as stood by her dying bed. There was tremor in her fanting voice, which checked the joyous laugh which trembled on my lip. l, in childish joyful ness, shook the pale hand of my dying par ent from my head, and buried my brow in the rich mass of bright hair which foated over her pillow. Again her sweet voice sighed forth, Lead her not into tempta- tion, bur deliver her from evil" raised my face from its beautiful resting place, and young as was, felt the influence of mothers prayer. Her lips still moved, and her deep blue eyes were bent on me as if they would have left one of their bright, unearthly rays, as seal to her death bed covenant: but she spoke not again. The last effort of nature had uttered that prayer, and she lived not to breathe another.

 have every reason to believe that God has, in great degree, caused that prayer to be instrumental in gaining its own answ CT 1: for often when the heedlessness of child hood and youth would have led me into er- TOTS, has the sweet voice, now hushed for ever, intermingled itself with my thoughts, and, like the rosy link of fairy chain, drawn me from my purpose. Off, when my brow has been wreathed with flowers for the festival, when my cheek had been flushed, and my eyes sparkled with antici- pated pleasure, have caught the reflection of that eye in the mirror, and though it re- sembled my mother's; her last maternal supplication to heaven has come back to my memory: the clustering roses have beer tern from my head; sober sadness ha, chased the natural glow from my cheek and the light from my eye and my thougth have been carried back to my lost paren, and from her to the heaven she inhabit. The festival, and all its attraction, has bee forgotten, and I have been " delivere from temptation"

 Again: when the sparkling wine cu has almost hathed my lips, has the la. prayer Of my mother seemed to mingl with its contents, and it has remained ur tasted. When my hand has rested in thu oI the dishonorable, and trembled at th touch of him that " says in his heart, thel nno God" has that voice seemed to 40 with his fascinating accents; I have liste cd 10 it and fed, as if from a serpent of n native forest.

 Never have received any great goo escaped any threatening evil, or been d livered from any temptation, but ! Ina imputed it to the effect ofsy notker's lo Pnayey.

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