. The Mother's present. A holiday gift for the young. Original and selected . • J. r\ LJ ROSE. WERE you ever at Brookland, dear read-er ? If you were, I think you will agreewith me, that there is no spot in all thecountry round, so lovely; sheltered as it is,on the north side, by hills crowned withtrees, and their sides adorned with orchardsof fruit trees, covered, as they are now, withblossoms of every hue, whose odors rillthe valley;—while far away, on the southside, may be seen the tall spires of alovely city, emerging, as it were, from thebeautiful river which is quietly sleeping be-neath
. The Mother's present. A holiday gift for the young. Original and selected . • J. r\ LJ ROSE. WERE you ever at Brookland, dear read-er ? If you were, I think you will agreewith me, that there is no spot in all thecountry round, so lovely; sheltered as it is,on the north side, by hills crowned withtrees, and their sides adorned with orchardsof fruit trees, covered, as they are now, withblossoms of every hue, whose odors rillthe valley;—while far away, on the southside, may be seen the tall spires of alovely city, emerging, as it were, from thebeautiful river which is quietly sleeping be-neath it. But it was not of the city, or the town,of which I was going to speak, but of acharming little girl,—the kind and gentleRose, who is as blooming and fresh as theflower that bears her name. Now everybody loves Rose, not so much for her bright 50 ROSE, sparkling eyes and beautiful face, as forher kind and loving disposition. No onethat ever looked upon her beaming coun-tenance, or listened to her dovelike voice,could forget her,—if not made happier,and even better. Rose
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