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11 close above the wound-their elastic spirits soon rise beneath the pressure-their green and ductile affections soon twine round new objects. But the sorrows of the poor, who have no outward appliances to soothe-the sorrows of the aged, with whom life at best is but a wintry day, and who can look for no after-growth of joy—the sorrows of the widow, aged, solitary, destitute, mourning over an only son, the last solace of her years ; these are indeed sorrows which make us foel the impotency of consolation.

It was sometime before I left the church-yard. On my way homeward I met with the woman who had acted as comforter ; she was just returned from accompanying the mother to her lonely habitation, and I drew from her some particulars connected with the affecting scene I had witnessed.

The parents of the deceased had resided in the village from childhood. They had inhabited one of the neatest cottages, and by various rural oceupations, and the assistance of a small garden, had supported themselves creditably and comfortably, and led a happy and blameless life. They had one son, who had grown up to be the staff and pride of their age.- " Oh, Sir !" said the good woman, “ he was such a likely lad, so sweet-tempered, so kind to every one around him, so dutiful to his parents ! It did one's heart good to see him on a Sunday, dressed out in his best, so tall, so straight, so cheery, supporting his old mother to church—for she was always fonder of leaning on George's arm, than on her goodman's ; and poor soul she might well be proud of him, for a finer lad there was not in all the country round."

Unfortunately, the son was tempted, during a year of searcity and agricultural hardship, to enter into the service of one of the small craft that plied on a neighbouring river. He had not been long in this employ, when he was entrapped by a press-gang, and