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one impure thought on that holy ground,
where the henored bones of my father are
resting.


1t is consecrated not only by memory and
affection, it has the grief Of your most un-
happy moments, and has been watercd, not
only by your own tears but been the altar
on which your mother has poured out the
incense of her sorrows, and to which she
has committed herself as the last act OF
broke heart devotion. BY grave, have
said, "a man may learn lesson ofhumili.
ty :" but the warnest sympathies and soft
est emotions of the heart can be awakened,
when he reclnes his head on the bosom of
the tomb, which shields and hides the ashes
of her whom he once called mother. On
thai bosom he once laid and sunk with the
music of her lullaby into sweet slumber.
The arms which once folded us in their en-
brace are weak.-The form which once APP
peared before us in all the loveiness OF
maternal cndearment, is now without shape
or motion. Is there nothing tender in these
rcmeu' "ances, and nothing melancholy in
the remembrance that we are motherless
When we lose mother we have lost the
fountain, from which we have drank the
purest an richest nectar OF love. We are
deprived Of the dearest friend ON earth.
When we languish in sickness mothers
hand will make pillow softcst, our head
will still its pain, when her kind hand press
cs its temples; her looks are the kindest, her
comfort the most cheering, her affection the
most cndearng. IT we are in foreign land
and among strangers, the memory OF our
mother at home, will sooth the pain OF soli-
tudc and the WEAKNESS of business. 1t all


look on us with Indifference and neglect. we
know there is one tender heart, tlrobbing
with anxiety for our safety and happiness
and that this love will never cease, though
an ocean may roll between and wears may
separate us. Sickness and sol row, time and
distance, may alter and deform us; but the
eyes of mother will be quick to know, and
her arms be always glad to receive us, tho
we are poor and despised.


The world may think of us as IT will, may
drive us from its society and disgrace out
name; mothers home will be a refuge
where we shall always be welcomed J. she
will heal our hearts with the sweetest balm
Of love, and never wound them by one UNI
kinl reproach.


The affection of mother never abatas
After we are sent into the world, ii we are
prosperous, our fathers, comparatively
leave us to our own cpnccrns; but our moth
er still looks to us with the Yarmest remeln-
brancc, and in nothing is separate from oul
interests.-Can any heart knov better senti-
ments and feelings than theses They art
.ftN. IN u grave yard.