Democratic banner. (Bowling Green, Pike County, Mo.) 1845-1852, 1851-06-11

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@Then follow me- said she, as she grasp.
led my arm firmly. raised my foot-oh
Iiny son, hear NEIL raised my foot and
kicked her-my sainted mothert How my
head reels, as the torment of memory rush.
lee over mel Picked my motler-a feeble
voman my mother! She staggered back 9
few steps, and lsahsd against tie wall. She
did not look at me. Isaw her heart beal
against her.bfeast. s0if Heavenly Fsttfef,
ste cried. forgive hiHar-he knows not whsi
he idoess TIE gsk ner jsst thsspsssed .hs
the Aeas, Sightseeing my mother pals apd
ALMOST saaabis. ~ ssappost srsselfs he stop,
ped; she beckoned BIN in. stake this boy
up stairs aBdlock him in his own room,
she gave me- such look,--it will forever
follow melt was look Of agony, mingled
with the intensest iops--it was the last, I'M
utterable pang from heart that vas bro:
ken.
"In moment found myself prisoner
in my own room. Thought for moment,
/ would fling myself from the open window,
and dash my brains out, butI felt afraid
TO die. / was not penitent. At times my
heart was subdued, but my stubborn pride
rose in an instant, and bade m. not yield
The pale face of my mother haunted me-
/ flung myself on the bed, and fell ssleep.
Just at twilight heard footstep spProch
the door. 1t was my sister. ..-...,.-
"'What may | tell mother from you?' she
asked.
"Nothing,' replied.
"'Oh, Alfred! for my sake, for all our
sskes, say that you are sorry-let me tell
mother that you are sorry. She longs to
forgive you.' 50 l,-a 7a4a
"'I would not answer. Iheard her foot.
steps slowly reiterating. and again flung
myself on the bed TO pass another wretch
ed and f. arful night. r.,,..-s .......
"Another footstep, slower and ,feeblsr
than my sisters disturbed me. A voice
called me BY name. It was my mothers" /"
"'Alfrsd, my son, shall ] come in? Are
you sorry for whst you have done?' she
asked. IS as e.-l
81 cannot tell what influence, operating
at that moment, made me- speak adverse
to my feelings. The gentle voice Of my
mother that thrilled through me, melted
the ice from my obdurate heart, and Hong.
ed to throw myself on her neck, but | did
not. But my words gave the lie to my heart,
when said was not sorry. heard her
withdraw. heard her groan. Ilouged to
call her back, kut ibid net e#
81 was awakened from my uneasy slum-
hor hv haarin0 mn N v,a a aIlaI lo,1Is, Cd
my sister stood by my bedside.
SECT up, Alfred! Oh, don't wait min
ute! Get up, and come with me. Mother
is dying
81 thought that was yet dreaming. but
got up melancholy,and followed my sister.
On the bed, pale and cold as marble, lay
my mother. She had not undressed. She
had thrown herself on the bed to rest; sris-
ing to 60 sgain to me, she was seized with
q palPitatiOn Of the heart. and borne sense.
less to her room. -.. ,-.-, q
81 cannot tell you my agony as l looked
upon her-my Iemorce was tenfold more
bitter from the thought that she would ne
yer know it.: believed myself to be her
murderer. Ifell on the bed beside her.
could not weep. My heart burned in my
bOsOm;my brain was all on FIRE. My sister
threw her arms around me and wept in sill
ence. Suddenly we saw slight motion Of
mothers hsnd-her eyes unclosed.I She
had recoveIedconsci sciousness,b but not spsech.
She looked at me, and moved her lips,--
! could not understand her words. sMo.
lher, MOTHER l shrieked, say only that you
forgive me- She could not say It with her
lips, but her hand pressed mine. She smil-
ed upon ms, land lifting her thin, white hands,
'he clasped my own within them, and cast
her eyes upward. She moved her lips int
prayer, and thus she died. Iremained still
xneeling beside that dear form, ill my gsn-
lie sister removed me. The Joy of youth
iad left me forever.
.BOys, who spurn smother's control, who
ire ashamed 10 own that they are wrong,
Who think it manly to resist her authority,
II yield to her influence, 6e,Oare Lay not
lp for yourselves bitter memories for your
uture years. -e-~. a.