When left to our own reflections, our thoughts naturally wander towards our friends, - imagination transports us to our homes, and allows us the silent satisfaction of fancying before us the images of dear and beloved friends. Such reflections are luxury to the sympathizing mind. The scenes of our childhood can never be effaced by time, the oftener we recall our memory, the more lasting is impression upon the mind. The wish of the affectionate child is to please his parents he regards them as the persons from whom he receives every enjoyment of life. And as he is aware that nothing can afford them more pleasure than to see him steadily pursuing the path of duty he endeavors to behave in such a manner that if his whole conduct were to be exposed to their scrutiny they could see nothing to disapprove. To such an one the joy of meeting those dear relatives can only be equaled by that self-approving feeling which is always implanted in the breast of those who have done that which …