heart and home.  Time has dealt very gently with her; she is quite as good and almost as beautiful as when we last saw her twenty years ago.  The two eldest of their family are boys, and this is their last year in College.  Mrs. Winthrop has thus far attended herself to the education of her two daughters.  Along with many other useful lessons, she often seeks to impress upon their minds the sin and folly of treating with contempt and scorn those who may be less favored than themselves in a worldly point of view; and to impress the lesson more strongly upon their young minds, she has more than once spoken to them of her own early history, and of the trials to which she was subject in her youthful days.  But what of Mrs. Ashton?  She still lives; although her once active form is beginning to bow beneath the weight of years, and her hair has grown silvery white.  This year Dr. Winthrop has completed his preparations for leaving the city after more than twenty years close application to his profession.  He resolved to remove with his family to some quiet country village, which would afford sufficient practice to prevent time from hanging heavily upon his hands; but he now felt quite willing to resign his fatiguing and extensive practice in the city.  When he first formed the idea of seeking a country home, he enquired of his wife, if she had any choice regarding a location.  “If it meets your wishes,” replied she, “no other place would please me so well as the village of W, the home of my childhood and youth, and where my dear father is buried.”  He soon after made a journey to W, and was so much pleased with the thriving appearance of the village, and the industry and sobriety of the inhabitants, that he decided to seek there a home.  Before he left his home, his wife requested him, should he decide upon removing to W, if possible to re-purchase their old home, knowing how much this would please her now aged mother.  The purchase was soon completed, and ere he left the village the old house was in the hands of workmen, with his instructions as to improvements and repairs.  Mrs. Ashton was very happy when she learned that they were to return to W.  “I have been happy here,” said she, “but I shall be still happier there.”  In a short time they removed from the city to take possession of the “dear old home” in W, now enlarged and adorned in various ways; but the same clear brook still flowed at the foot of the garden, and the same trees, only that they were older, and their branches had grown more wide-spreading, shaded the dwelling.  As they passed beneath the shade of those well-remembered trees, Mrs. Winthrop addressed her mother, saying, “Do you remember, mamma, how sad we felt the morning we left our home so many years ago, and we little thought it would ever again be ours.”  Mrs. Ashton gazed fondly upon her daughter and the blooming children at her side, as she replied in the language of the Psalmist, “I have been young and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken nor his seed begging bread.”