The following piece of poetry from Miss Gould, was prepared for the "Winter-green," for 1844. From what we have seen of the Annual, we think it will make a rich present for the coming new year. It is for sale by Collins, Brothers & Co. New. York. And by Thomas, Cowperthwaite, & Co. Philadelphia. THE MARINER'S ORPHAN. BY HANNAH F. GOULD. That cold, faithless moon looking down on the wave! For there lies my father, down, down in the deep, How oft did she kneel, when that moon from above And when into clouds all their brightness was cast, Then pale at the noise of the storm and the sea, She threw her fond arms round my brother and me, But, oh! when they told her the whole fatal tale, She heard the torn bark had gone down in the gale; And since, when I see the bright moon beaming clear, I think of that night when no ray would appear The sound of the waves as they die on the shore, To me they bring back a dear father no more- Fer the Mother's Magazine. THE HABIT OF PRAYER. BY HARVEY NEWCOMB. In a recent number of the Magazine, several questions, propounded at the meetings of the London Maternal Association, were published, with the request that some of your contributers would furnish communications on the subjects to which they relate. Among them was this: "Ought children to be required to maintain their regular seasons of prayer; or, should the duty be |