﻿60 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



To train my dear mother you early began 



In the path that she afterwards trod ; 

 She learned from the Bible her duty to man, 



And also her duty to God ; 

 It ever seems ready her spirit to soothe, 



Ever able her thoughts to engage ; 

 I trust that I also may love it in youth. 



And continue to love it in age. 



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You are always, dear Grandmother, pleased and content, 



And never severe or unkind ; 

 You are thankful to God for the good he has sent, 



And in grief you are meek and resigned : 

 Your peace is obtained from that volume of truth 



May it ever your trials assuage ! 

 And, oh ! may the hopes that it gave you in youth, 



Grow brighter and brighter in age ! 



The Lost Child. 



BY A. D. R. 



ANNA HUDSON was a little girl seven years of age, and the daugh- 

 ter of one of the early settlers of New England. The little settlement 

 where her father resided was called by the name of Plainfield, and 

 consisted of perhaps a dozen log houses. A small brook ran through 

 it, and after winding around among the forests, for some five miles, 

 entered into a broad and handsome river. Its banks were covered 

 with lofty oaks and pines, with but little underbrush, and presented 

 a wild and romantic view to the eye of the beholder. 



But to the subject of our story. As I have said, Anna was about 

 seven years 'A age. She had lived in America, with her parents 

 only about a year, for they formerly resided in England ; but on ac- 

 count of the religious persecution they removed to America. 



At the time they left England, one of Anna's uncles presented 

 her with a young Newfoundland dog. She was very much pleased 

 with the gift, and became quite fond of Carlo, (for she called him by 



