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KIND'S OWN JOURNAL. 



LOVE THY MOTHER! 



Love thy mother, little one ! 



Kiss and clasp her neck again, — 

 Hereafter she may have a son 



Will kiss and clasp her neck in vain. 

 Love thy mother, little one ! 



Gaze upon her living eyes, 



And mirror back her love for thee. — 

 Hereafter thou may'st shudder sighs 



To meet them, when they cannot see. 

 Gaze upon her living eyes ! 



Press her lips the while they glow 



With love, that they have often told,— 



Hereafter thou may'st press in woe, 

 And kiss them till thine own are cold. 

 Press her lips the while they glow. 



Oh ! revere her raven hair ! 



Although it be not silver-grey ; 

 Too early, Death, led on by care, 



May snatch save one dear lock away — 

 Oh ! revere her raven hair ! 



Pray for her at eve and morn, 



That Heaven may long the stroke defer; 

 For thou may'st live the hour forlorn, 



When thou wilt ask to die with her. 

 Pray for her at eve and morn ! 



[The above exquisite sentiments have been 

 distilled on us from the pen of poor Tom Hood. 

 Of all delightful sights, give us a living picture of 

 mother and child. Talk of blessings, what can 

 equal the blessing of a fond mother's love ? It 

 shadows forth something yet to come, which 

 makes one long to enter on eternity — drawing the 

 " sting " of Death fairly out.] 



A SONG. 



TO DAISY. 



There is a flower — a little flower, 

 With silver crest and golden eye, 



That welcomes every changing hour, 

 And w t eatiiers every sky. 



The prouder beauties of the field 

 In gay but quick succession shine; 



Race after race their honors yield, 

 They flourish and decline. 



But this small flower, to nature dear, 

 While moon and stars their courses run, 



Wreathes the whole circle of the year, — 

 Companion of the sun. 



It smiles upon the lap of May, 



To sultry August spreads its charms ; 



Lights pale October on his way, 

 And twines December's arms. 



Violet. 



TASTE. 



Peal taste is a quality with which human 

 nature is very slenderly gifted. It is indeed so 

 very rare, that scarcely any two authors have 

 agreed in their notions of it. It is " a true har- 

 mony existing between the imagination and the 

 judgment." Is it not? 



EAST THOU A FEIENDT 



BY HELEN HETIIERINGTON. 



Is there one in this wide world of trouble and 

 woe, 



Would share a heart-sorrow with thee? 

 Is there one who would cheerfully pleasure forego, 



Thy lonely companion to be? 



Is there one who would soften thy pillow with 

 care, 

 When wearied by sickness and pain — 

 Would weep o'er thy sufferings, soothe thy 

 despair, 

 And bid thee be happy again? 



Is there one who would faithfully wateh o'er 

 thy health, 



And fearlessly shield thee from harm — 

 Would cheer thee in penury, bless thee in wealth, 



And guard thee from danger's alarm? 



Then thou hast a friend — a bright beacon of 

 light, 



To guide thee on Life's troubled sea; 

 A refuge; a home from the dark, stormy night, 



In a heart that beats fondly for thee. 



Affection's kind hand every doubt will destroy, 

 Whilst Hope brightly beams from above, 



To guide thee in peace to a haven of joy, 



The watch-word is, " Friendship and Love." 



SONNET FOE DECEMBER. 



Give to the poor! warm clothing — firing — food — 



At once, unsparingly, and humbly give! 

 Prevent the winter cough, and framc-chill'd brood 



Of throes, which make it weariness to live ; 

 For, lo! December, drenched in fogs and rains, 



Glooms on the air, and incubates the earth. 

 Days, short and fickle, nip the laborers' gains, 



And bring increase — of suffering and of death. 

 Lucky the woodman who shall find employ; 



The hinds who stall the kine, or pen the sheep : 

 Plant the young tree; or, lest the flood destroy, 



Extend the drainage, and the courses keep. 

 The busy, and the bounteous, at this time 



Are mind and body warm, alone, throughout 

 our clime. 



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