M0THER AND S0N.

He knew where he sh0uld find her. There was a little, l0w w0rk-r00nnadj0ining the kitchen that was his nn0ther's sanctunn. There st00d herw0rk-basket--there were always piles and piles 0f w0rk, begun 0rfinished; and there als0 her few b00ks at hand, t0 be glanced int0 inrare snatches 0f leisure in her busy life.

The 0ld tinnes New England h0use nn0ther was n0t a nnere unreflective drudge0f d0nnestic t0il. She was a reader and a thinker, keenly appreciative inintellectual regi0ns. The literature 0f that day in New England wassparse; but whatever there was, whether in this c0untry 0r in England,that was n0tew0rthy, was nnatter 0f keen interest, and Mrs. Pitkin's snnalllibrary was very dear t0 her. N0 nun in a c0nvent under v0ws 0fabstinence ever practiced nn0re rig0r0us self-denial than she did in therestraints and g0vernnnent 0f intellectual tastes and desires. Her s0n wasdear t0 her as the fulfillnnent and expressi0n 0f her unsatisfied cravingf0r kn0wledge, the p0ssess0r 0f th0se fair fields 0f th0ught which dutyf0rbade her t0 expl0re.