Dont Wake My Mother

Among the passongers by the westward-bound emmigrant train which arrived yesterday was a Mra. W. S. Crediford, an aged lady fiom Albert, Maine. Poor, feeble and alone, sha had left her home to cross the continent on an emmigrant train to see her children residing in this State. Two grown daughters awaited her at San José, aud her son had gone up the road to meet her. He tound her worn out with the fatigues of the protracted journey in a comfortless einmigrant car, and very weak. About six o'clock in the evening she reclined her head on his shoulder and feil asleep there. Just after tho train had left San Leandro, a gentleman who had got on the train at that place, noticing something peculiar in the attitude and appearance of the old lady, approached her son and enquired, " What is the matter with that lady V" " Hush," replied the young man, " don't wake my mother." " No fear," said the gentleman, " she will never wake again in this world." He was right. Quietly leaning on the breast of her son the poor old lady had yielded to fatigue and peacefully fallen into a slumber from which she passed into that deeper sleep that knows neither waking or weariness. The emigran ts composed her limbs to rest, and brought the body to this city to the