gold ring, to renew my strength, and remind me of my duty to God, to my wife, to my children, and to society. Whenever the struggle of appetite has commenced, I have looked upon this ring: I have remembered that it was given, with the last words and dying counsels of an excellent mother, to my wife, who placed it there; and, under the blessing of Almighty God, it has proved, thus far, the life-boat of a drowning man." The year soon passed away; and on the very day twelvemonth, on which I had put the ring upon my husband's finger, farmer Johnson brought over the Temperance book. We all sat down to the tea-table together. After supper was done, little Robert climbed up and kissed his father, and, turning to farmer Johnson, "Father," said he, "has not smelt like old Isaac, the drunken fiddler, once, since we rode home in your yellow wagon." The farmer opened the book: my husband signed the pledge of the society, and, with tears in his eyes, gave me back--ten thousand times more precious than ever--MY MOTHER'S GOLD RING. MY MOTHER'S GOLD RING. =Sold by the publishers, Ford and Damrell=, at their Office, in Wilson's lane, near the U.S. Branch Bank, Boston, at 6 cents single, 50 cents per dozen, $3 per hundred, $25 per thousand. Individuals or societies supplied with any number of copies at short notice. N. B. Number Two may be expected soon.