When shall those hours whose loss I dread, Return to soothe my aching heart? Ah! never more; for stifled sighs Announce that soon, too soon, we part. Maternal cares, and anxious fears, Alternate fill my sorrowing breast; And many a sigh, and many a tear, Moisten my pillow, and impede my rest. Supported by affections dear, The casual frowning of the world I brave; ’Tis only where I truly, fondly love, That disappointment can my peace invade. My children are my treasures, whence I draw All I can know of happiness below: And O! how rich, if certain there to find, Not wealth of gold, but sterling wealth of mind. ’Twas you, my Jane, who were my first fond hope, And smiling, told the blessing you had brought. Though years on years have passed since that glad hour, A mother’s memory still retains the power To bring thy infant image to her view, Such as it was, and such as since it grew. Matured in education, and in life, I view thee now a mother and a wife. Grant that these duties with thy pleasures blend, The wife at heart, not only wife, but friend. These sacred ties, these precious gifts of heaven, The first of human comforts to be given, Cherish with care; and let affection bring Thy share of love to make it ever spring. Nourish the sentiments thy principles approve, And put thy trust and confidence in God. ❦ [Sidenote: To revive a fading Flower.] Cut the stalk, and hold it a few moments in the flame of the candle, and then set the flower again in the cold water, when it will recover its strength almost visibly after this violent assistance, and blossom immediately. ❦ [Sidenote: Scenes from the Life of Titian.] Titian Vecelli was born in 1477, at the Chateau of La Pieve, on the frontiers of Friuli, one of the seven Communes of Cador. He was by birth a gentleman, his father was Gregorio Vecelli, and his ancestors were traced to the twelfth century. Here may be corrected an absurdity often committed in designating him as “_Le_ Titien,” _that_ being his baptismal name; as well say _the_ Raphael--or _the_ Michael Angelo. The artist may certainly be denominated “_The Vecelli_.” Titian was not six years of age when he first gave notice of the great art in which he was to shine so bright a star: and even then, may be traced his transcendent genius in the power of colouring. The infant artist took his tints from nature. The fields, the gardens were his palettes; it was his custom to gather flowers, from which he expressed the juices; he required no pencil, no pen, to sketch his designs, he had discovered the fresco; instinct perfected his work; the perfume of the flower was unheeded by this wonderful child, but he would fall in extacies at the whiteness of the lily, the carnation of the rose, the purple of the iris.