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down the pride of manhood; that softens,
the heart, and brings it back to the feehngs
of infancy. Who that has languished, even
in advanced life, in sickness and desponden-
ency; who that has pined on weary bed, III
the neglect and loneliness Of a foreign land;
bu, has thought of mother "that looked on
his childhood" that smoothed his pillow,
and administered to his helplessness! On
there is an endearing tenderness in the love
of a mother to a son that transcends all the
other affections of the heart. 1t is neither
to be chilled bv selhshness, nor daunted ny
danger. nor weakened 10y worthlessness, nor
sti1ed by ingratitude. She will sacritce
every comfort to his convenience; she Will
surrender every pleasure to his enJoyment;
she will glory in his fame, and ezult IN ms
nrospcrity:--and, ifadversity overtakc him,
he win he dearer to her by misfortune; and,
ifdisgrace settle upon his name, she VIII still
love and cherish him; and, if all the world
beside cast him off, she will be all the world
to him. :,


Poor George Somers had known well
what it was to be in sickness, and have
none to sooth--lonely and in prison, and
none to visit him. He could not endure his
mother from his sight; if She moved away,
his ewes would follow her. She would sit
for hours by his bed, watching him while
he slept. Sometimes he would stalt from
feycrish dream, and look anxiously up un-
til he saw her venerable form bending over
him; when he would take her hand, lay 1t on
his bosom, and fall asleep with the Tranquil
ity of a child. In this way he died.


NV first impulse, on hearing this humble
tale Of afflction, was to visit the cottage OF
the mourner, and administer pecuniary as
sistance, and, if possible, comfort. found,
however on enquiry, that the good feelings
Of the villagers had prompted them to do
every thing that the case admitted; and as
the poor know best how to console each 9TH
er's sorrows, did not venture to intrud'.


The next Sunday | was at the village
church when, to my surprise, | saw the
old woman tottering down the aisle 70 her
accustomed seat on the steps OF the alssf.


She had made an effort to put ON some
thing like mourning for her son; and nothing


could be more touching than this struggle


between pious affection and utter poverty !:


black ribon or so; a faded black handkerchief,
and one or two more such humble attempts
to express by outward signs that giiet which


passes show. When | looked round upon


the storied monuments; the stately hatch
ments; the cold marble pomp, which grand"


eur mourncd magnihccntly over departed


pride, and turned to this poor widow bowed


down by age md sorrow at the altar Of hel


God, and Offering up the prayers and prais-


es of pious, though broken heart. fell


that this living monument OF real griet wa'


worth them all.


related her story to some OF the veal
thy members of the congregation, and the,
. were moved by it. They exerted them
, selves to render her situation more comfort
able, and to Tighten her Affections. It was
however, hut smoothing a few steps to tho
grave In the course Of Sunday or two at
ter, she was missed from her usual scat a
church, and before left the ncighborhood
; | heard, with the feeling of satisfaction
: that she had quietly breathed her last, am
S gone to rejoin those she loved, in that worl
! where sorrow is snever known, and friends ar
/, never parted.