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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 19, Issue 1429, 16 September 1872, Page 2

Thank God some of us have aa oldfashioned mother —not a woman of theperiod, enamelled and painted, with her great chignon * her curia and bottines*,. whose white jewelled hands have never felt the clasp of babysfiugers, but a dear*, old-fashioned, sweet-voiced mother,, with, eyes in whose depths the love-light shone*, and brown hair, threaded with silver,., lying smooth upon her faded cheek.. Those dear hands worn with toil which, guided our tottering steps in childhood* and smoothed our pillow in sickness.. Blessed is the memory of an old-fashioned mother. The music of other voices may be lost, but the entrancing memory o£ her will echo in our souls for ever*. Other faces will fade away and be forgotten y but hers will shine on until thelight of Heaven's portals shall glorifyher own.

Uncle Peter, who flourishes in themountains of Vermont as a horse-dealer,, was called upon the other day by an* amateur " equine," who was in search o£ something fast. The result is told as. follows; " ThereJ' said Uncle Peter,, pointing to an animal in the meadow below the house, " there, sir, is a mar* who would trot her mile in 2 minutes IT seconds were it not for one thing." " I deed !" cried his companion. " Yes/ continued Uncle Peter,. " she is four year old this spring; is in good condition;; looks well; is a first rate mare, and she could go a mile in 2 minutes 17 seconds were it not for one thing." "Well* what is that ?" •• That mare," resumed, the jockey, "is in e\ery way a good piece of property. She has a heavy mane, a switch tail, trots fair, and yet there is one thing only why she can't fp> a mile in 2 minutes 17 seconds." "WW* in the world is it, then?" cried the a*a* teur impatiently. " The distance is to* great for the time !" was the old wag* reply.