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I\ MEMORY Gb' TIl r: I\:rI: REVEREND E. WILLIAMS, Cardiganshire. ¡, A P-CPIL. (,nr fii(,ial RT Did with thy lilY name and melll'ry end A: id has t itsrk'aess of the tomb set free On heart's affection, and our love for thee? ]\*0 t —gen'rons father no !—we stul can trace The beams of frieadsh p playing on thy face, ARd view those eyes, whose vivid lustre glow'd, To mark that there intelligence abode The tear that rci"d hi silence o'er thy cheek, Thy admonitions, arid ihy precepts meek Each tale rehear'a our bosoms to inspire, And wake to noble deeds our young desire, We still remember, while affection binds O-ir souls to thee, and sorrow ftlls-our minds. To thee, fair Science op'd her ample store, Yils-and to thee for kindness look'd the poor. T!>at mighty mind on eagle wings that soar d, The darkest paths of learning that explor'd, Wis s:1il attentive to the orphan's cry, The peasant's mournful tale-the widow's sigh. Thine was the humour which bade sadness smile, And thine the christian heart that know no guile! Like God's true shepherd, thy incessant aim IVas-the poor wandering sinner to reclaim- To preach Christ crucified—disarm all strife, And feed the hungry with the bread of life. If here thou trod'st affliction's-gloomy way, If cares and sorrows mark'd thy cloudy day, Now thy blest spirit rests in that domain, Where death is nam'd not—and where pleasures reign. Adieu, kind master—best of friends, adieu, God will again our intercourse-renew, Where, no more sever'd fiom thy fond embrace, "Ye'U praise th' eternal God-the God of grace. D.E. During the etst winter, Mr. BUtks and his wife, with an infant child, of Salem (New York), set ont on a visit to Vermont, passing over the Green Mountains, in crossing which the snow was jomul to be deep and pathless. Uaviag rode till nearly perished with cold, they attempted to exercise themselves mith Icalking, Mr. R hastened on a- head, in order to reach some dwelling where he could procure assistance: he soon became ex- hausted, and sunk down in a perishing condi- tion, bid he afterwards recovered. JUrs. B. in the course of the night froze to death, lea ring her tender offspring wrapped up in her cloak, in which situation it wns fOHnd alive.- The follow- ialfrIi)ti-.s, froiii the if;,gz(s, i(-ci-e ten on thn aeetivimi The cold winds 3wept (he mountain height, And pathless was the dreary wild, And 'mid the cheerless hours of night, A mother wander'd with her child. And through the (triftitig- snow she press'd, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow— Her limbs were chill'd, her strength was gone. O God she cried, in accents wild, If I must perish—save my child She stripp'd her mantle from her breast, And bar'd her bosom to the storm, And round the child she wrapt the vest. And smil'd to think the babe was warm. With one cold kiss, one tear she shed, And sunk upon a snowy bed. At dawn, a traveller passed by, And saw her 'neath a snowy veil; The frost of death was in her eye, Her cheek was cold, and hard, and pale. He mov'd the robe from off the chiJd- The babe look'd up, and sweetly smii'd For the North Wales Gazette. ÛH, ever skill'd to wear the form we love To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart, Come, gentle Hope with one gay smile remove The lasting sadness of an aching heart. Thy voice, benign Enchantress let me hear, Say that for me some pleasures yet shall blooni That Fancy's radiance, Friendship's precious teeLf, Shall soften or shall chase misfortune's gloom. But come not, glowing in the dazzling ray. Which once, with dear illusions,, chann'd my eye! Oh, shew no more, sweet Flatterer on my way The flowers I fondly thought too tight to die. Visions, less fair, will soothe my pensive breast That asks not happiness, but longs for rest. INFORTUNUS.

A MOTHER'S LOVE.

- ) ST. VALENTINES DA Y.

HUNTS CONFESSION.

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