Tribute To A Mother

Children, look in those eyes, listen to that ciear voioe, notice the feoling of even a single touch that is bestowed upon you by her gcntle hand I Make mueh of it while you have that most precious of all gifts, a lovinif mothcr. Read the unfathouiable love in thoae eyes, the kind anxiety of that toDe and look, however slight your pain. In afteryears you may have friends - fond, dear friends - but never will you have again the ineipressible love and gentloness lavished upon you, which none but a mother bestows. Often do I sigh in my strugglcs with the dark, uncaring world, f'or the sweet, deep security I feit, when of an cvening, nystling in her bosom, I listened to some quiet tale, suitable to my age, read in her touder and untiring voiee. Never eau I forget her sweet glauce cast upon me whon I appeared asleep ; never her kiss of' peace at night. íears have passed away since we laid her beside my father in the old churehyard ; and still hor voice whispers from the grave, and her eyos watch over me, as 1 visit spots long since hallowed to the tuemory of my motlicr.