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A mother's love--hoeet the name!

What is a mother's love?

--A noble, pure and tender flame,

Enkindled from above,

To bless a heart of earthly row cold;

That is a omery

It took all the medical skill of which the doctor was capable, and the

best part of twenty-four hours of hard work to rouse Anna froy into which she had fallen Towardto her ly: "Mother, you believe I a," Mrs Moore replied, without knowing in the least

to what her daughter referred The doctor, as present at the

time, turned away He knew edies of everyday life thataway

fro, the

facing of death; and, if death was not to be, the beginning of life

over again branded with shame And all this bitter injustice because