the distresses of others, he alighted from
his horse to see from whence the voice proceeded, and got over the
inclosure.

On his entering the place, he perceived a grave fresh filled up, upon
which, at full length, lay a child about five years old, who was crying
sadly. Mr. Glover went up to him, and tenderly asked him what he did
there. "I am calling my mother," said he; "they laid her here yesterday,
and she does not get up!"

Mr. Glover then told him, that his poor mother was dead, and would get
up no more. "I know," replied the poor child, "that they tell me she is
dead, but I do not believe it. She was perfectly well when she left me
the other day with old Susan our neighbour; she told me she would soon
come back, but she has not kept her word. My father has gone away too,
and also my little brother; and the other boys of the village will not
play with me, but say very naughty things about my father and mother,
which vexes me more than all. O mammy, get up, get up!"

Mr. Glover's eyes were filled with tears; he asked him where his father
and brother were gone to. He replied, that he did not know where his
father was; and as to his little brother, he was the day before taken to
another town, by a person dressed in black just like their parson. Mr.
Glover then asked him where he lived. "With our neighbour Susan," said
he. "I am to be there till my mother comes back, as she promised me. I
love my other mammy Susan very well; but I love my mammy that lies here
a great deal better. O mother! mother! why do you lie so long? when will
you get up?"

"My poor child," said Mr. Glover, "it is in vain to call her, for she
will awake no more!"--"Then," said the poor little boy, "I will lie down
here, and sleep by her. Ah! I saw her when they put her into a great
chest to carry her away. Oh, how white she was! and how cold! I will lie
down here and sleep by her!"

The tears now started from the eyes of Mr. Glover, for he could no
longer conceal them, but stooping down, took the child up in his arms,
and tenderly kissed him, asking him what was his name. "When I am a good
boy, they call me Jackey; and when I behave amiss, they say, you Jack."
Mr. Glover, though in tears, could not help smiling at the innocence and
simplicity of this answer, and begged Jackey to conduct him to the house
of the good Susan.

The child very readily consented, and, running before him as fast as his
legs would carry him, conducted Mr. Glover to