the follies of a froward child may hope for pardon and forgiveness on this side heaven, that tribunal is the heart of a fond and devoted mother.

Strength of her Maternal Love.

Carter.

The tie which links mother and child is of such pure, and immaculate strength as to be never violated, except by those whose feelings are withered by vitiated society. Holy, simple, and beautiful in its construction, it is the emblem of all we can imagine of fidelity and truth; is the blessed tie whose value we feel in the cradle, and whose loss we lament on the verge of the very grave, where our mother moulders in dust and ashes. In all our trials, amid all our afflictions, she is still by our side if we sin, she reproves more in sorrow than in anger; nor can she tear us from her bosom, nor forget we are her child.

Washington Irving.

Her Fondness as a Mother.

Can the fond mother from herself depart?
Can she forget the darling of her heart?
The little darling whom she bore and bred,
Nursed on her knees, and at her bosom fed.

Churchill.

The Good Mother.

The mother, in her office, holds the key

Of the soul; and she it is, who stamps the coin

Of character, and makes the being, who would be a savage But for her gentle cares, a Christian man ;

Then crown her Queen o' the World.

Otway.

A Mother's Never-dying Influence.

And canst thou, mother, for a moment think
That we, thy children, when old age shall shed
Its blanching honours on thy weary head,
Could from our best of duties ever shrink?
Sooner the sun from his high sphere should sink,
Than we, ungrateful, leave thee in that day,
To pine in solitude thy life away,

Or shun thee, tottering on the grave's cold brink.
Banish the thought! Where'er our steps may roam,
O'er smiling plains, or wastes without a tree,
Still will fond memory point our hearts to thee,
And paint the pleasures of thy peaceful home;
While duty bids us all thy grief assuage,
And smoothe the pillow of thy sinking age.

Kirke White.

Love of a Mother.

Last among the characteristics of woman, is that sweet motherly love with which Nature has gifted her; it is almost independent of cold reason, and wholly removed from all selfish hope of reward. Not because it is lovely does the mother love her child, but because it is a living part of herself the child of her heart a fraction of her