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Did Joseph and Christ's mother miss the child ?
Where did they suppose he was ?
What did they do when they could not find him ?
Where did they find him?
How long did his parents seek for him ?
What was he doing in the temple ?
What did his mother say to her son ?
How did Jesus reply?
Did he return with his parents to Nazareth ?
Did Jesus obey his parents ?
Did he love his mother?
What did he do for his mother when he hung on the cross ?
So wreathed she the young with virtue's power,
So meekly adorned the mother's bower,




Written on receiving intelligence of her death.

HARK! hear ye those soft funereal strains

That float o'er the distant seas ?
Why sweep they the pines where the Ice-Queen reigns ?
Why flow from the South's green odorous plains

To Burmah’s tropical breeze ?
They bear, oh, they bear the tremulous woe

Of Western daughters in tears !
For the mother's light, and the youth's bright bow,
Gently illuming home-pathways below,

Has fled to the spirit-spheres :
Ah, mourn, young weepers ! for joyous ye flew

To catch the bright leaves she spread;
Yes, mourn, and go crop the violets blue,
And weave them with tears in the fresh spring-dew,

To garland her lowly bed;
For as the pale-eyed silvery flower

Impearls her emerald hills,*

* The silvery Ladies' Mantle (Alchemilla alpina) is found whitening the Green Mountains of Vermont, Mrs. Allen's native State.

With wisdom's fair leaves and rills.
And ye, pale toilers of lone mission bands !

Weep ye in sorrow's array-
For one who oft-times hath borne up your hands,
While scattering light o'er idol-bound lands,

Alas! no more now will pray:
All bathing in love, she glided away

As the Autumn's snowy pride,
When, gazing the sun's last quivering ray,
It breathes its sweet charms to the parting day,

Then shuts on the waveless tide.


Yet, servant of God !* all reft and alone!

Soft, soft be the trembling sigh;
Thy love is bending before the high throne,
Her brow is entwined with a lustrous crown,

And she waves her palm-branch high:
And far by a stream the glad harpers sing,

All raptured, beckoning “Come;"
They tune their sweet lyres on harmony's wing,
And the golden streets in ecstasies ring,

With echoes of " Welcome home !"
Maulmain, India, May 29th, 1849.

* Referring, doubtless, to the husband of Mrs. Allen, since deceased.-EDITORS.




Mamma. As the summer months will soon be here, and as the evening is warm, and the sky beautifully clear, we will take our seats on the verandah, when we shall find abundant matter for conversation, that will be deeply interesting to us all.

Sarah. This being the month of May, when flowers of all hues are expanding and regaling our senses with their odoriferous perfume, perhaps an hour's conversation on the subject of Botany will be more suitable than


we can select. Mamma. I think so, and no theme abounds more with variety and instruction. It is one, too, that especially recommends itself to young ladies. Indeed, the love of flowers, as the poet has said, is an ingredient in our very nature, and we who have advanced beyond our juvenile years, look back, with almost sorrowful emotion, to those happy and guileless days, when our greatest enjoyment was in cultivating our little garden, watching and tending our choice flowers, as they opened their beauties in the spring.

Sarah. Botany is but one division of the mighty whole by which the great Creator has manifested so much of his skill and goodness, in the various operations of nature ; but it is the one brought to our very feet, challenging our close attention ; so that it is really, in my opinion, a fault to neglect the study of this interesting science.

Mamma. This, like other subjects, young people are not apt to love, from the idea that the vast numbers and varieties of flowers seem to create in their minds a confusion, without order or design; so that they think it impossible to reduce this great carpet of nature to limits and divisions, such as will at once render the study both simple and inviting.

Papa. The whole field of creation is reduced to three grand divisions, or kingdoms; and under them are arranged every production we find on or beneath the carth we inhabit. I suppose the

youngest of you can name those divisions. Ellen. They are animal, vegetable, and mineral. Animals live and move; vegetables possess life only; minerals are matter, without either life or motion.

John. Does not the science of Botany lay claim to a great age ?

Papa. It has engaged the attention of all nations, by reason of the aid afforded by various plants to mitigate the diseases and pains which afflict the human family. It is, therefore, coequal with the healing art; and it is supposed to have been treated of, as a science, even before the days of Solomon; and a study in

! which he, the wisest of me was well versed, as we read in 1 Kings, 4th chapter, 33d verse. “He spake of trees, from the

cedar-tree that is in Lebanon, even to the hyssop that springeth out of the wall."

Sarah. Are there not several methods by which flowers have been arranged in a scientific order; and is not the Linnän system that which is generally adopted ?

Papa. Linnæus was an enthusiast in this study. He traveled most extensively to search out the productions of Flora. He had to encounter the hardships of poverty, and numberless privations, but, by dint of unwearied perseverance, he completely suoceeded ; and is among the few whose names will live as long, we might almost say, as the earth is adorned with flowers.

John. Where and when was Linnæus born, and what are the peculiar features of his plan for arranging the varieties of plants and flowers ?

Papa. Linnæus was born in Sweden, in the year 1717. The exercise he took, in pursuit of his favorite object, gave him an extraordinary share of health, till 1774. In that year he was attacked with a fit of apoplexy, which obliged him to relinquish the most laborious part of his professional duties, and he died in 1778. His plan of arrangement was to classify all plants by their sexual appearances; that is, by the number, the relative length, the connection, and the relative position of the stamens and pistils; which two organs are the essential parts of a flower, by which the seed is perfected, the species continued, and multiplied.

Sarah. I have been dissecting one of my pet flowers, the Primrose, and was pleased to observe how easily I found all the various parts, just as my botanical work describes flowers of this class.

Papa. Then you are prepared to give us a scientific description of this delicate and beautiful flower, from your own experience in dissecting it, and in your own language ?

Sarah. This flower belongs to the fifth class, because it has five stamens; it is of the first order, having but one pistil; the corolla is funnel-shaped-sometimes of a white or variegated color. In England the plant blossoms very early, and is of a beautiful yellow color ; it is inclosed in a deep calyx or sheath, at the bottom of which is plainly seen the germ at the lower end of

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the pistil, in which is encased the seed, which becomes mature, as the flower fades and drops off from the stalk. The polyanthus, paigle, and cowslip are other beautiful specimens of flowers in the same division. Henry Kirke White has a beautiful little poetic piece upon this vernal flower, in which he speaks of it as a

“ Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire !

Whose modest form, so delicately fine,
Was nurs’d in whirling storms,

And cradled in the winds." Mamma. As it is now growing late, and the damp of the evening is falling, we must, for the present, postpone this interesting subject, and will shortly resume it. In the mean time, I hope all of you will study this science, and not let the summer months pass away without increasing your knowledge of this extensive and beautiful department of the works of our great and benevolent Creator.

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In a small country village, not more than a hundred miles from Boston, there lived a boy, whom we will call George. I ought to tell you, perhaps, that he would not be likely to answer to this name. But never mind that. The name will answer our present purpose quite as well as the real one, which it would hardly be decorous to introduce in this story. George had a verye xcellent Sabbathschool teacher. That is saying a good deal, I know; for there are a multitude, of both sexes, engaged in instructing children in the Sabbath-school, who are entirely unfitted for such a task. George's teacher was a devotedly pious man. He was not one of those who put on a sort of religious mantle for particular times and occasions, and take it off again when they are engaged in the common affairs of life. He always exhibited a conscientious, Christian spirit. No matter where one met him, or when ; it was

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