THE MOTHER'S ASSISTANT AND YOUNG LADY'S FRIEND. WILLIAM C. BROWN, EDITOR. 'Our babes shall richest comforts bring; Dr. Nathaniel Cotton. 'WHEN her little party of friends were somewhat fatigued, and my sister was at a loss to It has been often and truly said, that early impressions are the most lasting upon the memory. It is so in my own history, for there is no place so dear to my heart as my childhood's home. The elms in front of the house, waving their dark, green foliage in the summer breeze, the garden, the orchards, the broad waving fields, and last, but not least by far, my father's cottage. These appear conspicuously before my mind. I love these scenes, but they are not the charm of that consecrated vale, nor the brightest, dearest spot on the green of my past life. Ah, no! I had a mother's kindly sway over my spirit, moulding it in the form of her own character; and sweet to my remembrance now, even in the days of womanhood, are my earliest prayers, my mother's first lessons; and they will never be effaced while life and reason remain. Not long since I visited my paternal home. All around seemed familiar to my eye and ear. The birds sung as sweetly, the brooks murmured the same rippling song they did years ago. There was not, apparently, more moss gathered on the venerable iron-bound bucket, than decked its oaken sides from my earliest recollection. Nature had wrought in her season her various changes, and, as I gazed upon her works, I almost felt that I was a child again, dependent on a parent's care. All |