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 11 close above tho wound-their clastic spirits soon frise beneath the pressure—their green and ductil affections soon twine round new objects. But the sorrows of the poor, who have no outward appliances to soothe--the sorrows of tho 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 aro indeed sorrows which make us feel the impotency' of consolation, It was sometime beforo I left the church-yard. On my way homeward I met with the woman who ad acted as comforter; she was just returned from accompanying the mother to her lonely habitation, and I drew from her some particulars connected with tho affecting sceno I had witnessed. Tho parents of the deceased had resided in tho village from childhood. They had inhabited ono of the neatest cottages, and by various rural occupa. tions, and the assistance of a small garden, had sup- ported themselves creditably and comfortably, and led a happy and blameless life. They had ono sou, wlio had grown up to be the staff and pride of their pige.—“Oh, Sir!" said the good woman, f* he was such a likely lad, so sweet-tempered, so kind to every pne around him, so dutiful to his parents! It did one's heart good to see him on a Sunday, dressed put in his best, so tall, so straight, so cheery, sup: porting his old mother to church—for sho was al- ways fonder of leaning on Georgo's arm, than on er goodman's; and poor soul she might well bo proud of him, for a finer lad there was not in all the country round." Unfortunately, the son was tempted, during a year pf scarcity and agricultural hardship, to enter into the service of one of the small craft that plied on a heighbouring river. He had not been long in this employ, when he was entrapped by a press-gang, and