“My mother!” These two words embody the feelings of her son’s heart, and possess all the mournful emphasis imparted by the sundering of a tie of upwards of forty years. Memory revives the tender recollections of a life-time; the gentle voice seems to be heard again, and the loving and patient face is seen: "Thine own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solac'd me"; But amidst all the sorrow there is a cause for joy, for our dear one has, through free and sovereign grace, joined the blood-washed throng in the homeland, and "Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown." Six short years have passed since my beloved father entered into rest, and now one grave contains…