tea, and had just got her supper ready as I got in. I took supper, and then started just at dusk for my back track to my coat; blessing God all the way that he had let me do something for him. When I came out of the woods, I struck the path and wandered to a house, where I laid myself down to wind up for the next day. In my next I will tell you more. Yours, truly. From the Sunday School Journal. MY MOTHER. My mother was an uncommonly holy woman. From her early childhood she acted from religious principles, even in her sports and intercourse with her companions. After her union with my father and the birth of several children, her piety shone conspicuous. Many are the instructions, warnings and prayers, now in the memory of the children who have risen up to call her blessed, whom long since, with bursting hearts and flowing tears, they laid to rest among the beautiful hills and vales of dear New England. Now they are scattered over our country, all, it is hoped, humbly and efficiently serving their mother's God in the very manner she most desired. Eight are living; of these five are sons, and all either in the ministry or preparing for it. What reasons produced this result? 1. She was a woman of faith. Her children were given to God without reserve. Said a pious mother who used to meet with her to pray for their children, "Your mother was peculiar for her strong confidence in God. I used to say I will give my children to God if he will convert them. She said 'I make no conditions, I do, I do give them to God."" 2. She prayed much for them; I find a memorandum which shows that she used to rise before light to pray for a revival of religion, and especially for her two sons, (all who were then born,) that they might be converted and become heralds of the cross. 3. She had remarkably a missionary spirit, and all her sons were consecrated to the ministry, and, if God willed, to the work of missions; and I well remember the interest she felt in the commencement and progress of the missionary work. The school at Cornwall, (Con.) Obookiah and his friends, the aborigines, and destitute parts of our own land, shared largely in her sympathies and prayers. Family government was considered by both our parents of primary importance; and the Bible the directory. Hence they corrected their children betimes, and though a woman of deep and tender feelings and strong affection, she did not, as do too many mothers now, doubt the wisdom of the inspired direction, "Correct thy son betimes, and let not thy soul spare for his crying," and "he that spareth the rod hateth his son." It was a settled point, that prompt obedience must be secured; lest the will unsubdued by submission to earthly parents, should become indomitable and refuse obedience to a heavenly parent. But she is gone, and her memory is blessed by her children, and by all who knew her worth. NOTICES OF NEW PUBLICATIONS. Memoir of Miss Susan Anthony: re-written by Rev. Professor Pond, Bangor, Maine, and revised by the Committee of Publication. The following letter from Professor Pond, accompanied the manuscript, addressed to the Editor of the Visiter; and we publish it as a very suitable notice of a most valuable memoir. Rev. and dear Brother,-Perhaps you recollect the memoir of Miss Susan Anthony, prepared many years ago, by Dr. Hopkins of Newport. (R. I.) I read it with much interest when a child. Lately it has fallen into my hands, and I have been so much interested with it, that I have undertaken to revise and abridge it-give it a new preface, and some concluding reflections and offer it to your Society for publication as a Sabbath school book. I think it will be interesting and profitable, and on the whole an excellent book for the perusal of the young. Miss Anthony was a Christian of no ordinary stamp. Her deep, thoughtful, contemplative piety, may be held up to advantage in this active, bustling age. I have entirely new modelled Dr. Hopkins' book, so much that I have been obliged to write the whole of what I propose to publish. Yours affectionately, Bangor, Maine, 1833. ENOCH POND. The Pilgrims: from the Edinburgh Magazine. Selected for the Massachusetts Sabbath School Society, and revised by the Committee of publication; pp. 36. For sale at the Depository No. 24, Cornhill, Boston. I felt a desire to see one of these towns; so I went, and there observed two young men, seemingly very earnest in conversation. Being a stranger, I wished to hear it; so I drew near and listened. I learned that the name of the one was Mr. Seektruth, and the name of the other was Mr. TrueMr. Seektruth began by saying, I have lately been thinking about the absurd conduct of our townsmen; you know they all pretend to believe that this whole city will sometime (no body knows when) be burnt up, root and branch, and yet they seem as unconcerned about it, as if no such thing were to happen. man. Trueman. You know they all go statedly to the towers, to learn the way of escape. Seektruth. But what does it signify, altho' they do know this way, when they have never set a foot in it? besides, I fear most of us are mistaken, for every one has a way of his own, insomuch that I verily believe we fancy half as many roads as there are men in the city. True. I believe it may be said of us, as many men as many minds; and this has for some time caused me much perplexity; for if the way I have been taught, be the true way, it is mere chance, for I never examined the matter, but took it for granted my father's way was right; now is it not astonishing to think, that though we suffer no man to choose a coat for our body, yet we suffer them to choose a religion for our souls? Seek. There is not only a diversity of opinions among us, but most people seem to think the way to Jerusalem is so plain, so easy and so short, that they can trip it in a day or two whenever they please. True. The great cause of all these evils, is this, they do not really believe that our town will be burnt. SABBATH SCHOOL VISITER. VOL. II. MARCH, 1834. NO. 3. For the Sabbath School Visiter. Mr. Editor,-The following original hymn was sung at a late meeting of the North Parish, and Pleasant street Sabbath school concert in this place. There should be a small collection of Hymns adapted to those meetings, and it is exceedingly desirable that the able pens of Mrs. Sigourney and Miss Gould, should be employed on this subject. There is no little embarrassment sometimes in finding suitable hymns for this concert. I hope this will soon be remedied by some one well qualified to make a selection and obtain original hymns. While glad Hosannahs ring, From desert, rock and sea; The heathen tribes their children bring, We join our humble praise, We lift our ardent prayer; To Thee, Oh Lord, our spirits raise, Oh lead these wandering sheep, Be Thou our constant friend, Our Teacher-Father, Guide And till we reach our journey's end, Thus when our toils are done, Portsmouth, N. H. January 11th, 1834. For the Sabbath School Visiter. "THOU GOD SEEST ME." Gen. 16: 13. THESE were the words of Hagar the mother of Ishmael. They were addressed to the great Jehovah, when he appeared to her in the wilderness, as she was flying from her mistress Sarai, and they were doubtless uttered with a deep impression of the kindness and condescension of him, who looked upon, and comforted her in her affliction. But there are others, who with equal propriety, may adopt this language; rather let me say, there are none, in whose minds and at all times, there should not be a deep |