AFFECTING STORY.
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The folloving story we heard a short time since from yonns female in humble life-an emigrant from Ireland. During the recital, the expression of her fine intellectu. al face-her fast flowing tears attested a truth we all admit-that warm hearts and gentle sympathies may exist when the re- hnement of polished life is wanting. The narrative is in our hands--it has lost, along with the strong accents of her country, the touching simplicity of her original narra- ton:

 "The steerage of cur ship was crowded with passengers of all ages, and before we had been long 'at-sea,a a malignant disease broke out among the children on board . One after another sickeIed aud died, and each was in turn wrapped in it's narrow shroud and committed 10 the deep, with no requiem but the bursting sigh ofa fond mo,h- CT, and no obsequies but the tears of fathers and brothers and plying spectators. As they sulleniy plunged into the sea and the blue waves closed over them, clasped my own babe more strongly 10 my bosom, and prayed that Heaven might spare my only child But this was no, to be. It sickencd, and day by day saw that its life was chs ting and the work of death begun. On Friday night il died, and 10 avoid the neces. isty of seeing what was once so beautiful and still so dear given to gorge the mGn>ters Of the deep, I concealed it's death from all around me. To Hull suspicion. gave evas. i've answers to those who inquired after it, and folded 1t in my arms. and sarg to it, as if my babe was only sleeping for an hour, when the cold long sleep Of death was on it. A weary day and night had passed away, and the Sabbath came. Like others wore my nealest dress and put on smiling face, but no! it was heavy task for I felt my heart was breaking.

 On Monday the death of my child could no longer be concealed, but from regard. to my feelings the captain had it enclosed in rude coffin and promised to keep it two days for burial, If in that time we should make land. The coffin was placed in the boat which aOa,ed at the ships stern, and through the long hours of night l watched is-a dark speck on the waves, which might shu, it from my sight forever. It was then though. of my dear cottage at home. and my native land, and of the kind friends l had left behind me, and longed to mingle my tears with theirs. By night watched the coffin of my babe, and by day looked for the land raising my heart in prayer 10 him who hulds the winds hand, that they might walt us swiftly onward.

 On the third morning just as the sun had risen, the foe lifted and showed us the green shores of New Brunswick. The ship was laii to, and the captain with few men left, taking the cofiu with them. ] was no, per> mitted to go, bu. from the deck of the yes