A Mother

A ToüCHiNG incident oecurred a fw weeks ago at the distribution of prizea in the English School of Sciences and Arts at Keighley. The Bishop of Manchester gave the prizes. ïo the pupila and most of the Iarge audience, the Bishop oucupies the place of a father to his ehüdren; not only revered as a man of God, but as a liberal practical thinker. one of the leaders of opinión in England in all matters which influence the elevation of humanity. Surrounded by the boys and their parents the good Bishop suddenly waa led to speak of his own mother, and told the story how she, " not a clever, 'managing ivoman," had been left a widow with seven children; how her great love and trust in God had helped lier to live, sacrificing not only luxury, but comfort; to make a home, bare of all but the most meager necessaries, bright and happy as that House BeautH ful, whose ehambers were called Peace, and from which could be seen the hills "f Heaven. Most of her children, through her efibrts, have risen to positions where they eould help to make the world w'iser and better, "She is now," said the Bishop, with Di-oken voice. "in my house, parayzed, speechless and helpless; and when I loo"ked at her sweet face this morning, 1 thanked God, who had riven lier to me. I o we to her all that [ am." Goeths, it is said, always declared hat to his mother lie owed Dot only nll lis genius, but his strength. There is a period in the life of most Joys when they feel themselves im neasurably wiser than their mothersj he little knowledge they have acquired rom books intoxicates them like new wine. Probably they fiad the good voman at home, who gave them life nd has sacriüced herself for them aily, is ignofant of their hobby - matliematics, or Latin, or base-ball nd they are too apt to .hcw heir con empt in mde disobedience. JTor nvè"iü'sia&1[i,o3xüAïaffla5li,irei s wise enough to appreciate a mother's