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 10 The service being ended, preparations wero m to deposit the coffin in tho carth. There was t bustling noise which breaks so harshly on the fe ings of grief and affection ; directions given in cold tones of business; the striking of spades i sand and gravel ; which at the grave of those love, is, of all sounds the most withering. 1 bustle around seemed to awaken the mother from wretched roverie. She raised her glazed eyes, looked about with a faint wildness. As the approached with cords to lower the coffin into grave, she rung her hands, and broke into an agd of grief. The poor woman who attended her t her by the arm, endeavouring to raise her from carth, and to whisper something like consolation “Nay, now-nay, now-don't take it so sorely heart.” She could only shako her head and wr her hands, as one not to be comforted. As they lowered the body into the earth, creaking of the cords seemed to agonize her ; when on somo accidental obstruction thero wa justling of the coffin, all the tenderness of the 1 ther burst forth ; as if any harm could come to who was far beyond tho reach of worldly sufferii I could see no more-my heart swelled into throat-my eyes filled with tears--I felt as if I w acting a barbarous part, in standing by and gaz idly on this scene of maternal anguish. I wang ed to another part of the church-yard, where I mained until the funeral train had dispersed. When I saw the mother slowly and painful quitting the grave, leaving behind her the remote of all that was dear to her on earth, and return to silence and dostitution, my heart ached for What, thought I, are the distresses of the rich?t have friends to soothe--pleasures to beguile-awe to divert and dissipate their griefs. What are sorrows of the young? their growing minds s