Show r A MOTHER we WC think our readers will find in the I 1 following ol 01 something touching exhibiting hi biting as it does all the deep intensity of a mothers love there isa is a grandeur in the conduct of this poor lone mother whose love lias has made her mad who yearns for one her poor faded eyes will nevet never see again more than a year ago her son a member of a connecticut regiment was taken prisoner and confined at andersonville Ander sonville A short time afterward several were exchanged his mother in connecticut hearing of it and belie believing virg that lie he was among among 0 the number left her desolate home hoine and came to camp parole which is situated two miles from annapolis to seek lier her treasure among tile the boatloads boat loads landed on the severn she waited wearily waited day by day forthe for the coming of her boy but though many came lie he was not among them hope deferred mabeth the heart sick and so it was with tier her brokenhearted broken hearted by con recurring 0 disappointments her mind already shaken by grief at last gave away ev er cr since since more than six months she has keen been stopping in this city how or where I 1 know not during all this time she comes to the office of doctor the surgeon in charge to ascertain whether any boatloads boat loads of released prisoners have arrived when the last detachment came in she seemed overjoyed and wept went from sk elleton tOD to sk elleton scanning them eagerly and anxiously but her son was not here and each day she went eagerly back to her home the good hearted surgeon although lie he knew and told her many fay times that anai ner on nas been bee n officially reported as dead still I 1 answers her every day the same monotonous I 1 no she comes coines provided with a shirt and a pair of drawers pantaloons bootland boots boot sand and acab a cap and when informed that her son has not yet arrived goes down the gravelled travelled gravel led path across the lawn to the very end of t tie ae long wharf there she stands looking over dver the broad water of the chesapeake for fully an hour clad ever in th the tiame name neat dress and closely fitting t fin 9 bonnet she ilie gazes gaze s wis wistfully lo 10 longingly lly out over the blue waste as if her ver very y eagerness would hasten on the bark s she li e imagines beai s back to her child but her tear eyes at last grow dim her strength f fails ails and with tile the empty voi void d aching in tier her breast bitaut of 0 I 1 how ag 1 she turns to depart that son she shall meet poor crazed brokenhearted broken hearted heard ed mother never never this side bide the hither hith or shore I 1 |