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owe say when had lost Fay place in the class. and done mv work wroRs-Side- outward, ! came hone discouraged and iie,ih. went into my mothers ohsm- Der. Sis was paler than aal,-but shc ne, nc with jheSame slfectiOnaie smile hat always welcomed my return. Alas when look back through the lapse oI thirteen years. 'hlnk my heart must have been stone, hot to have been melted by il.

 She requested me to Cn down stairs, s,and bring her :, glass of water--I pe,tshly ask ed uhv she did not call lhe domestic tn do it. Wuh look of mild reproach, which shall never forget, if live io he hundred wears old, she said, "aud will not my daughter bring glass ot water for her pool sick mother ?'

 went and brought her tIle water but I did not do ii. kindly. Instead of smiling and kissing her, as was wont to dc, sal, the glass down very quick, and left the room.

 After playing short time, I went to bed without bidding my mother "good night" but when alone in my room, in darkness and silence, remembered how pale she looked, and how her voice trembled when she said, Will not my daughter bring a glass of water for her poor sick mother 2" -E could not sleep; and l stole into her chamber, to ask forgiveness. She had just sunk into an uneasy Slunhcr, and they told me must not waken her. did not tell any one what troubled me; but stole back to my bed, resolve to rise early in the nor ming, and tell her how sorrow I was sfor my conduct.

 The sun was shining brightly when a. woke, and hurrying on my clothes, has, tened to my mothers room.

 She was dead !-She never spoke to me more-never smiled upon me again-and when touched the hand that used to rest upon my head in blessing, it was so cold ii made me start. bowed down by her side, and Sobbed in the bitterness of my heart. thought then I wished could die, and be buried with her and old as now am, would give worlds, were they mine to give, could my mother but have lived to tell me she forgave my childish ingrat:tude. But I cannot call her back and when stand by her grave, and whenever think of her manifold kindness, the memory of that re- proachful look she gave, will hite like serpent and sting like an adder"