Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1843-01-25

good enough 10 SenQ LOT the CniluTen.-
Milkl mikl hey! why that's what I've
been thinking about! Come, stir about,
let's have the milk, said he He staggered
TO seat at the table, the chair on which
he attempted to sit was an old aOd broken
one, and he fell with it, and lay for some
time perfectly helpless. After three or
four vain attempts to rise, he called to my
mother. Here, Sally, why don't you help
me, you see Pm sick and weak, come
help. My mother obeyed, and placed
him in stronger chair. Now, Sal, said
he, let's have the soup. My poor mother
looked first at father and then at US, as
we sal covering in the chimney corner,
the big tears rolling down her cheeks.
Why, John, said she, there's mol enough
for the children, they eat nothing to-day
yet.
Children, hey children what business
have they to eat, bring it along, or I'll
break every bone in your body, and sez-
ing part of the broken chair he threw
it at mother. Fortunately it missed her,
but glancing from the wall it struck little
Charley on the arm with such force as TO
5ruise it very much. The poor, little
fellow screamed with pain. Oh, mother,
said he, papa hurt me so much. Hush
your sqnaIling there, you noisy brat said
he, (hiccupping) or I'll teach you man.
nersl!! Poor Charley was quiet in an
instant.
Is that boiled milk coming say2 said
father.
Poor mother, trembling and weeping,
set our little pot before. him. As she
turned away from the table she looked at
US again, saying, poor children, they will
starve. and | know not where TO get a
mouthful of food for them, and she wept
bitterly.
Starve, hey! cried my fltker, we'll lei
them starve- they're only trouble any
how God forgive you, John, for your
unkindness, was all that my mother said.
Hearing my mothers last words, he
looked at her for an instant so fercelv,
that thought | should have sunk thro'
the floor. He rose from his seat and
made step towards her. God forgive
who? me? There, take that - and he
struck her violent blow on the side of
her head. She uttered flint scream and
fell to the floor, bleeding and senseless.
Seeing what he had done, aud fearing he
had killed her, father instantly left the
house. Charley and now screamed as
loud as We could. We knelt down BY
my mothers side and called to her, moth.
er, mother, but she needed US not. Mother,
said Charley, get ups l won't cry any
| more about my arm, indeed | won't, mann
ma. We won't cry for the milk either,
will we Jenny! Come mother, but my
poor mother heard US not. Our kind
neighbor, Miss Sarah Anne Stuart, pass
ing by at the time, heard our cries and
slept in to see the cause. My God, said
| she, James, what's the matter with your
mother2 told her as we'll as could
the whole affair. Run, said she, for DR..
Richardson. Tell him to come directly.
The Doctor came Immediately, and soon
restored mother 10 consciousness. You
would have wept had you seen little Char
! ley when she opened her eyes. He kissed
her again and again, and said he would ut
cry about his arm, and father shan't hit
you any more, &c.
Miss Stuart wept, and the good Doctor
applied his handkerchief to his eyes more
than once. Hearing little Charley speak
of his arm, he next applied bandage TO
it, glad he did not receive the blow in the
head as it would have killed him. Oh
mother, Pm so hungry, whispered Char
Tley. Miss Stuart overheard il and took
leave for few moments, returning with
basket full Of provisions. God bless you
for your Kindness, Miss S., sobbed nv
mother, while tears flowed freely down
her cheeks. The Doctor soon entered
with another basket, well packed by Mrs.
Richardson.
| Miss s. and the Doctor took their leave,
promising TO call in the morning. Char
ley and sat on The bed with mother
We talked for long time till Charley
fell asleep; but mother woke him again,
and we both said the Lords PRAYER, after
which Charley clasping his little hands,
repeated the prayer his mother had taught
him, in a distinct voice -
! Now lay me down to sleep,
] pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If should die before wake,
Ipray the Lord my soul TO take.-Amen.
The tears came TO my mothers eyes as
she gazed on her little boy. Mother,
said Charley, did you not say we should
pray for those who do not love usq Yes
nv child, did. Well, then, mo.her, we
must pray for papa for he does not love
US, OF else be would not have hit you and
me. Mother, you pray for him. The
request OF Charley was granted. she raised
her eyes 10 heaven, and in feeble tho
fervent voice, she poured forth her sou
10. PRAYER:
Father Of mercies. bless my poor boys
cherish and protect them; take them, Holy
Father. into lhv keeninn-,1is frnm lhel