...made on his youthful imagination bv the remembrance of her virtues. We extract the following passage. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed 1 more of the Donne than of the Cowper, and though I love all of both names, and have a thousand reasons...

...calamity ; while we know that events prolonged the impression of this regret to more considerate years. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? I heard the bells toll'd on thy burial day ; I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away ; And, turning...

...afterwards, on the receipt of her portrait from a relation in Norfolk :— " My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ! Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even men, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou...

...here ! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learnt that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er...

...here . Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother I when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit...

...beautiful and much admired lines on his mother's picture, there is the following pathetic remark : My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed 1 Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? In dwelling...

...here ! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover' d thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps...

...here ! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn 'd that thou wast dead Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er...

...here ! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn 'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er...

....Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song* Affectionate, a mother lost so long. And, while that faee renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm...when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conseious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wreteh even then, life's...