Iron. :. llSuss er Devotion"
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| Spring. Spring is returning She be- gins to struggle Toe the ascendancy aver

 winter. The icc is quitting the rivGiet, and the meadows are putting on their ver- dure. Flowers, here and there, arc al- ready blooming. and the tender foliage is trembling in the breeze. Merrily the lark pours farih her notes in the sky, and eve ry thing around seems to be alive with joy. { Each succeeding day invites us to ram ble in the fields. We are. impatient to walk forth, and enjoy the beauties of the season. Before .he swelling buds have blossomed, orihe landscape appears in all its glory, we fiHd ourselves threading the thicket, or clambering the mountains top.

 How many ardent hopes are pictured to our adoring souls We think of the ma ny pleasant days we, shall enjoy, either in excursions through the country, or in the society of those we love! !! Wha, fragran,

 mornings await US and what delicious eye-

 nings---fnll of edelig ht---. shen tue fresh

 breath of flowers float upon the air--and the moon po0rs down her magic and silver light upon the rocks, and streams, and qui-, ct llabitatians efsmea! We think of the Ijoys that arc past, and contemplate those that are to come! We are ready to repeat with David:. bless the Lord, O my soul, ] and forget not all his benefits 4< We copy the following pathetic narrative. from the Religious Magazine, weli-c0nducied periodical, puL- lalsd in ,i,is City by Mr. Wiley Every parent should read ito his children. The moral is exceIeni.-N. Y. MayOr. & ,sts saesss;e a. gs f.s, .l > i . ,f BE KIND TO YOUR SISTER.

 One morning, there was little girl sit- ting on the doos-steps of a pleasant cottage near the common. She was thin and pale. Her head was resting upon her, s!ender hand. There was q touching sadness in her sweet face, which the dull, heavy, ex- pression about her jet black eyes, did not destroy. What was she thinking of, sitting thus alone! Perhaps of that pretty fow- er-garden, which she had cultivated with so much taste and care? Those blue, morn- ng-glories, and bright yellow nasturtiums, which she had taught to climb to her wia- dow or those four-o' clocks, which she had planted in so straight line, under the lit lie fence which encircled the dower-bsd She might have been thinking of these-- perhaps wondering whether she should see flowers. which slle had been cullivaiing with so much care, open their pretty leaves to another summers sun.

 Her name was Helen. For several weeks she had seemed 10 be dropping, with- out any particular disease inconstaDt in her attendance at school, aud losing grad- ually her interest in all her former employ ments. Helen had one sister, Clara, a Et- ile older than herself, and several brothers. While she was most indisposed they had expressed a great deal of sympathy, and tried to amuse her. and had willingly given up their own enjoyn,ents, to promote hers. But children will too often be selfish; and when Helen, for some days. appeared bot ter and able to run about and amuse herself, they would forget how peculiarly sensitive she had become, and ,he cross words which they occasionally spoke, and the neglect, with which they sometimes treated her, wounded her feelings. and caused her to shed many bitter tears, as she lay awake on her little cot at night: This day she seemed better, and it was something her sister had said to her just before, which gave that expression of sad- ness to her face, as she sat at the door of the cottage. Clara soon came to her again. Helen, mother says you must go to SCHoOi tO"uaVs SO g0I uPs COaso diouS dhu get ready, aud not be moping there any lohger.'

 Helea. Did ma say so 2 Clara. sYes, she did. You are well enough, know, for you always say you are sick, at school-time. Get your bonnet, for shan't waitl' a..a4sw

 Helen got up slowly. and wiping with her apron the tear, which had started in her eye, she made her preparations to o- bey her mothers command. Now Clara had a very irritable disposition. She could not bear to have Helen receive any more attention or sympathy than herself; and unless she were really so sick as to excite her fears, she never would allow her to be sick at all. She was determined not to go to school alone this morning, and had per- ] suaded her mother to make her sister go

 with her. %i ea4 hg l In few moments, they were bothrea- dy: but now difficulty presenied'isself. - l The distance to school was 90 great. that they seldom returned at noon. Their din- nef had been packed for them, in basket which stood in tlIe' entry. Upon whom. now, should the task of carrying this de- volves ,Fsa

 sfIelen,' said Clara. five carried the basket every day. for week; it's you, | ~