for the place, or the power, or the fame of any created being. Yet amid this happiness, who  can refrain from trembling at the thought, that every action, every word, even every modification of voice or feature, may impress on the mental tablet of the pupil, traces that shall exist forever.
Other teachers may toil, perhaps in vain, to purify the streams that have grown turbid, or to turn them back from perverted channels. The dominion of the mother is over the fountain, ere it has contracted a stain. Let her not believe that the impressions which she may make in the first years of life, need be slight, or readily effaced by the current of opposing events. The mother of the Rev. John Newton, was assiduous in her instructions, at that early period. It was the only season allotted her for intercourse with him. When he was seven years old, Death summoned her from his side. Faithfully had she laboured to implant principles of piety. After he was withdrawn from her guidance, strong temptation beset him. He yielded, until he became exceedingly degraded. Many sorrows were his portion ere his restitution to virtue. When at length, he became a faithful and laborious divine, he bore witness that the early precepts of his mother, had interposed between him and destruction. In a letter to Dr. Doddridge, he says, "To the care of my mother, I