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 THE HOME OF CHlLDHooD.-l d my horse to gaze on the scene of my years, and my companion seemed will indulge me. Is 1t indeed true, as sonl have taught, that mans good angel over the place of his birth, and dwell peculiar fondrfess on the days of his a childhood, and that in after years oi and crime, she pours balm over the h soften, and improve it by their inlluene' could 1t be, without some agency b gazing thus unexpectedly on the ( home of my fathers, the violent pasA' hustle, and the misery of later yeasi ed from my mind like dream; andtls and feelings of my childhood came I yesterday to my remembrance? ina joyous clamor of my little brothers ters, our games, our quarrels, and oli citations, were once more present t0E grave smile of my father, the kind bl nal gabble of my good old nurse, and all, the mild, sweet voice of my belo' ther, as she adjusted our little dsPl soothed our childish sorrows, all rush on my mind, and for a while qulieOF' cred me; l covered my face with ny and wept in silence.-adremassq q ziLbasb.