. Family secrets; or, Hints to those who would make home happy. in that long, long gaze of maternal affection,what thoughts flowed in upon her soul! Where had shegone ? Back in imagination to the day of her own mar-riage—back to the season of youth, when her bosom wasunstained with guilt—back to her fathers cottage, andthe blessing of the old man on her first-born babe. Thedark thoughts which succeeded to these, may be betterunderstood than described, as heavy tears began to rolldown her cheeks, while, with both hands, she hid herface, and wept like a child. Your blessing, mother, said he who
. Family secrets; or, Hints to those who would make home happy. in that long, long gaze of maternal affection,what thoughts flowed in upon her soul! Where had shegone ? Back in imagination to the day of her own mar-riage—back to the season of youth, when her bosom wasunstained with guilt—back to her fathers cottage, andthe blessing of the old man on her first-born babe. Thedark thoughts which succeeded to these, may be betterunderstood than described, as heavy tears began to rolldown her cheeks, while, with both hands, she hid herface, and wept like a child. Your blessing, mother, said he who had been to heras a son, your blessing is all we ask. My blessing! said the mother, raising her tearfuleyes, while she held her clasped hands above the headof her kneelins: child— who bends so low as to ask ablessing of me? Yet, since it must be so, take thou, mychild, the blessing of a mothers heart; and, as I havefailed to teach thee what to aim at, let my sad exampleteach thee what to shun. END OF VOL. I. riSHFR, SON, AND CO., PRINTERS, LONDON rs^NDj.
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