y***i £22. (iIXNTEEII. MoSSuid'Bs’' AMERICAN Y 0 tlobn- li< Bratton. TERMS , SoasoiurTioN. —One Dollar and Fifty Cents, ' naid c in advance; Two Dollars if paid within the I voar- and Two Dollars and Fifty Cents, if not I oaid ’within thol year.-Those terms will be rig- I j d ]y adhered to. in every instance. No G acriplion discontinued iuntil all arrearages are K Ba jj unless at the option ofthe Editor. K * Advertisements — Accompanied by the oasu, B and not exceeding one square, will ho inserted I throe times for One Dollar, and twenty-five cents f for each additional insertion. Thoseofagroat- F for length in proportion. [ JODjl’mSTiNO—Such as Hand-hills, Posting bills, Pamphlets, Blanks, Labels, &0., &c., exe cuted with accuracy and at the shortest notice. _patina. THE ABSENT MOTHER. BY MBS NOBTOS' It is tlio twilight hour,. The daylight toil is done, And the last rays are departing s : Of the cold and wintry sun. it is the time when friendship Holds converse lair and free, It is the time when children - Dance round the mother’s knee. 'v j}ut my soul is faint and heavy, r- - ' Wiltia yearning aad ad deep; By the fireside.lone, and dfeaVy ~;t me down and weep ! Inhere are ye merry voices, 4 Whoso clear and birdlifye tone Some other ear now blesses Less anxious than mine own 7 Where are ye, steps of lightness, , Which tell like blossom-showers ? Where are ye, sounds of lauglitcr, hat cheered the pleasant hours I Through the dim light slow declining, Where my wistful glances fall, I can see your pictures hanging Against the silent wall. They gleam athwart the darkness With their sweet and changeless eyes. But mute are ye, my/children, No voice to mine/ioplios. . Where are yo ? Arit you playing ■ By the stranger’s iflazing hoartl); Forgetting in your g(adncss , ' Tour old homo’s former mirth? Are ye dancing ? Are ye singing f Are ye full of childish glee 7 Or do your light hearts sadden ■Willi the memory of met ? Kound Whom, O gentle darlings, Do your young arms fondly twine 7 Does she press you to her bosom, Who hath taken you from mine ? Oh, boys, the twilight hour Such a heavy time hath grown— It recalls with such deep anguish, All I used to call my own— That the harshest word that ever Was spoken to mo there. Would be trivial —would bo welcome— In this depth of my despair. ■ Set no I despair shall sink not, While life and love remain— Though the weary struggle haunt me, . And my prayer bo made in vain. Though at tiiues my spirit fail me, And the bitter tear-drops fall, Though my lot bo hard and lonely, . Yet I hope—l hope through all! Wmllanmm* ALWAYS IN THE WAY. A STOUT POU PEttbSAU BT MOTHERS. “Kain. rain, rain; will it never stop?” thought little Amy Howard, as she pressed her small face close to the window-pane, in vain attempts to see further round tljo corner whence sister Anna must come from school. It was not one of those rainy days which every one loves, when the drops fall steadily and cheerily, and one feelasuro that they are completingtheir mission as., rapidly as possible in order to treat us'to a ' rainbow. , It was a cheerless, mizzly, drizzly rain, that seemed unwilling to leave cloudiand, ■ -bent upon making everybody sympathize with his ill-humor. Poor little Amy looked the embodiment of forlornity, as she watched the long, pendulous branches of the elms sway hither and thither in an uncomfortable manner. She wondered what made the rain fall, and it the poor little doves felt it through their glossy feathers; but she know it was useless to ask her mother, for she would only tell her not to ask so many questions and keep out of her way. .. Mrs. Howard loved her child ; but she was a bustling, energetic woman, whosechief care was to keep a well-ordered and tidy house, and she did not' understand the delicate nature of the little Amy, who laid been from infancy a feeble child, and stood sadly in need of loving and tender sympathy. She was not beautiful; but for those who loved her there was a depth of love in her little heart, which only needed an swering sunbeams to make it bear sweetest blos soms, and light up her wan face with tho beauty oi contentment. This hud been such a sad day. In tho morn ing she had climbed into a chair to watch her mother’s proceedings at the pastry table, when an unlucky motion of her hand had sent a dish ot flour to whiten the floor, calling forth an im patient-reprimand-from tho mother. Clicking back a rising sob, she left the table and essayed to play with her blocks, building with them a wall to confine White Lilly, her kitten. But, impatient at such imprisonment, she made a vigorous effort to free herself, and, as she .suc ceeded, scattered the blocks in every direction. « What a looking room ?” exclaimed Mrs, H.; “ I declare it’s no use to clean up, you got things in the way so.” ■ No more house building for Amy after that; so slid walked upend down tho room, singing softly to tho kitten in her arms, till it was time to Ibok for Anna’s return from school—Anna, the dear little sister, who loved the little one, and never told her to koop out of the way. At last her patient waiting was rewarded by a glimpse of Anna’s bonnet, and, with a cry of joy, Amy bounded to open the hail door to greet her sister with outstretched hands, and the words, ‘pi thought you would never comet” “ What ails my pet?” said Anna, as she took tho child- in her lap; and ■ xting tho hair from her pale face, remarked tho weariness in her eyes. “Nothing,” answered Amy, “ only my head aches so, and I can’t play without troubling mo ther.” I? Anna sighed, for she knew the little' heart had B Sore trials; so far into the dusky eve she sat m. with Amy’s head laid upon her shoulders* tell- H of the olden time, when the fairies danced K by moonlight upon the green sward j when K every bill and dale, every river and tiny stream- K let, was haunted by unearthly beings. Then H she told her of heaven, made glorious by God ft, Itud tho Angels; and as Amy listened her eyes f beamed with delight, and she exclaimed, rais *“B bet head with animation: “ Anna I must go there, X must; Is it such a ;/>% •, OI 'S wa y J ” Suddenly a shadow darkened her }j> taco as she-said sadly, perhaps, though, I ' * 'oaroiMs 8 ” 1 ln tho Way of ,lle angels, !am so i said the sister, clasping ' 'S I ' Il, “° form ’ «hiah in almost prophetic sense was too surely fading awav. At midnight there wore hurried steps and anx , ’lous questions, as the household wm awakened •■| 9hy Anna’s cry that Amy was After sgptt ■ ir i “Mother, said Amy’s feeble voice, «I didn’t w J “°°? to T b ° naughty, and got in your way so ■ much. I hope I shan’t trouble tho angels , Good bye, mother, 1 am going to sleep.’? And little Amy was dead, pife - Lon g years tho grass’has grown on Amy's f%|| f™' 0 ’ nl,