had a mother whose influence was only for
evil, the other, a mother who was intent upon doing good. Both their
mothers now dwell in the unseen world; while the one is represented on
earth by a most loathsome specimen of humanity, the other by a pure and
elevated spirit, that needs only to pass the gate of death to become a
seraph.

Mothers, I need not say a word to impress the lessons suggested by this
contrast. They lie upon the surface, and your own hearts will readily
take them up. May God save you from looking upon ruined children, and
being obliged to feel that you have been their destroyers! May God
permit you to look upon children, whom your faithfulness has, through
grace, nurtured not only into useful members of human society, but into
heirs of an endless glorious life!

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REMINISCENCES OF THE LATE REV. THOMAS H. GALLAUDET.

BY MRS. G. M. SYKES.

There is a little legend of the Queen of Sheba and wise King Solomon,
which is fragrant with pleasant meaning. She had heard his wonderful
fame in her distant country, and had come "with a very great company,
and camels that bare spices, and gold in abundance, and precious
stones;" this imposing caravan had wound its way over the deserts, and
the royal pilgrim had endured the heat and weariness of the way, that
she "might prove the king with hard questions, at Jerusalem." This we
have upon the highest authority, though for this particular test we must
be content with something less. Entering his audience-chamber one day,
she is said to have produced two crowns of flowers, of rare beauty, and
apparently exactly alike. "Both are for thee, O wise king," said she,
"but discern between them, which is the workmanship of the Most High,
and which hath man fashioned in its likeness?"

We read of costly oriental imitations of flowers in gold and silver, in
pearls, and amethysts, and rubies. How shall Solomon the King detect the
cunning mimicry? Solomon the Wise has determined. He causes the windows
looking upon the gardens of his ivory palace to be thrown open, and
immediately the crown of true flowers is covered with bees.

Like King Solomon's bees are the instincts of childhood, sure to detect
the fragrance of the genuine blossom in human nature, and settle where
the honey may be found. It was a rare distinction of the good man whose
name stands at the head of this chapter, that children everywhere loved
him, an