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dreams of my infancy and childhood were brought back so distinctly to my mind, that, had it not been for one bitter recollection, the tears I shed would have been gentle and refreshing. The circumstance may seem a trifling one; but the thought of it now pains my heart, and I relate it, that those children who have parents to love them, may learn to value them as they ought.

My mother had been ill a long time, and I had become so accustomed to her pale face and weak voice, that I was not frightened at them as children usually are. At first, it is true, I sobbed violently; but when, day after day, I returned from school, and found her the same, I began to believe she would always be spared to me; but they told me she would die.

One day when I had lost my place in the class, and done my work wrong side outward, I came home discouraged and fretful. I went to my mother's chamber. She was paler than usual, but she met me with the same affectionate smile that always welcomed my return. Alas! when I look back, through the lapse of thirteen years, I think my heart must have been stone, not to have been melted. She requested me to go down stairs, and bring her a glass of water; I pettishly asked why she did not call a domestic to do it. With a look of mild reproach, which I shall never forget if I live to be a hundred years old, she said, "and will not my daughter bring a glass of water for her poor sick mother?".

I went and brought her the water, but I did not do it kindly. Instead of smiling and kissing her, as I was wont to do, I set, the glass down very quickly, and left the room. After playing a short time, I went to bed, without bidding my mother good night; but when alone in my room, in darkness and silence, I 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?" I could not sleep. I stole into her chamber to ask forgiveness. She had sunk into an easy slumber, and they told me I must not waken her. I did not tell any one what troubled me, but stole back to my bed, resolved to rise early in the morning, and tell her how sorry I was for my conduct.

The sun was shining brightly when I awoke, and hurrying on my clothes, I hastened to my mother's chamber. She was

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

ANONYMOUS.

LESSON LXXX.

TO MY MOTHER.

GIVE me my old seat, mother,
With my head upon thy knee:

I've passed through many a changing scene,
Since thus I sat by thee.

O! let me look into thine eyes;
Their meek, soft, loving light
Falls like a gleam of holiness,
Upon my heart, to-night.

I've not been long away, mother;
Few suns have risen and set,
Since last the tear-drop on thy cheek
My lips in kisses met.

'Tis but a little time, I know,

But very long it seems;

Though every night I came to thee,
Dear mother, in my dreams.

The world has kindly dealt, mother,
By the child thou lov'st so well;
Thy prayers have circled round her path;
And 'twas their holy spell

Which made that path so dearly bright;
Which strewed the roses there;

Which gave the light, and cast the balm
On every breath of air.

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I ever think of thee.

And then, the tears my spirit weeps

Unbidden fill my eye;
And, like a houseless dove, I long
Unto thy breast to fly.

Then I am very sad, mother,

I'm very sad and lone;

O there's no heart whose inmost fold
Opes to me like thine own!

Though sunny smiles wreathe blooming lips,
While love-tones meet my ear;
My mother, one fond glance of thine
Were thousand times more dear.

Then with a closer clasp, mother,
Now hold me to thy heart;
I'll feel it beating 'gainst my own,
Once more before we part.
And, mother, to this love-lit spot,

When I am far away,

Come oft-too oft thou canst not come!

And for thy darling pray.

FANNY FORESTER.

LESSON LXXXI.

FAIRIES OF CALDON-LOW.

"AND where have you been, my Mary,
And where have you been from me?"
"I've been at the top of the Caldon-Low,
The Midsummer night to see."

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"Then take me on your knee, mother,
And listen, mother of mine:
A hundred fairies danced last night,
And the harpers they were nine.

"And merry was the glee of the harp-strings,
And their dancing feet so small;
But, oh, the sound of their talking
Was merrier far than all !"

"And what were the words, my Mary,

That you did hear them say?"

"I'll tell you all, my mother, But let me have my way.

“And some, they played with the water, And rolled it down the hill;

'And this,' they said, 'shall speedily turn The poor old miller's mill;

"For there has been no water,

Ever since the first of May;
And a busy man shall the miller be

By the dawning of the day.

'Oh, the miller, how he will laugh,
When he sees the mill-dam rise!
The jolly old miller, how he will laugh
Till the tears fill both his eyes!'

"And some, they seized the little winds,
That sounded over the hill.

And each put a horn into his mouth,
And blew so sharp and shrill.

"And there,' said they, 'the merry winds go,

Away from every horn;

And those shall clear the mildew dank,

From the blind old widow's corn.

"Oh, the poor, blind old widow,

Though she has been blind so long,

She'll be merry enough when the mildew's gone, And the corn stands stiff and strong.

"And some, they brought the brown lint-seed, And flung it down from the Low;

And this,' said they, 'by the sun-rise,
In the weaver's croft shall grow.

“Oh, the poor, lame weaver,
How will he laugh outright,
When he sees his dwindling flax field
All full of flowers by night!'

"And then upspoke a brownie,
With a long beard on his chin,
'I have spun up all the tow,' said he,
'And I want some more to spin.

"I've spun a piece of hempen cloth,

And I want to spin another;

A little sheet for Mary's bed,
And an apron for her mother!"

“And with that I could not help but laugh,
And I laughed out loud and free;

And then on the top of the Caldon-Low
There was no one left but me.

“And all, on the top of the Caldon-Low,
The mists were cold and
gray,

And nothing I saw but the mossy stones
That round about me lay.

"But as I came down from the hill-top,

I heard a jar below;

How busy the jolly miller was,

And how merry the wheel did go!

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