thy mother, little one,
Love her fervently;
By thy couch she kneeleth nightly,
And, with hands enclasped tightly,
Prayeth, love, for thee!
Love thy mother, little one,
Love her fervently!

Love thy mother, little one,
Love her tenderly;
Clasp thy little arms around her,
For a holy tie hath bound her--
Bound her close to thee!
Love thy mother, little one,
Love her tenderly!

THE EARLY CALLED.

A SKETCH.

BY MRS. FRANCES B. M. BROTHERSON.

And were not these high words to flow
From woman's breaking heart?
Through all that night of bitterest wo
She bore her lofty part;
But, oh! with such a glazing eye,
With such a curdling cheek--
Love, love! of mortal agony
Thou--only thou shouldst speak.

MRS. HEMANS.

As their hearts--their way was one,
And cannot be divided.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

A child of seven summers reclined upon a couch. Suffering and disease
had so enfeebled his naturally fragile frame, that his thin hand could
scarcely sustain a bunch of roses, which his young sister Lillias had
culled for him, from his own rose-tree; the tree that it had been his
joy and pride to attend to, when in health. He hard marked, delighted,
the first green leaf that in the spring-time burst from its wintry
repose, and very joyously he clapped his little hands when a streak of
crimson peered out from the first bud. He dreamed not, amid his
happiness, that the Angel of Death should steal around him before its
bright hue faded, nor that others should bud and blossom--to wither
upon his grave. Even thus it was.

Willie M---- was a child of unusual feeling and sensibility, his young
face often shadowing forth strange, sad feelings--feelings that seldom
exist, save in the heart of maturer years. I have seen him gaze upward
to the bright blue sky with delight, as though his childish ken could
pierce the clouds, and commune with the intelligences of Heaven; and a
flower--a murmuring rill--a boundless flow of water--silvery
stars--and gentle winds--failed not to arouse enthusiastic emotions in
his young heart, at which many marveled. "None knew him but to love
him," and in his walks with "dear papa, sweet mamma, and darling
Lillias," many an eye followed him with blessings. "Ah," said an aged
one, whom he had ch