The Yazoo Democrat., 1851-07-30

SOU rs warming derived from his own
bit er experience of the sin Of gFletinC and
resisting dear mothers love and counsel.
"WIat agony was visible On my mofiI>
er's face when she saw that all she said
and suffered failed 70 move. She rose 20
go home, and followed At a distance.
lShe spoke no more 10 me I'LL she reached
heEown door,"
cts time now" said She. "Go, my
son. and once more let me beseech yon to
think upon what have saId.''
"l shan't 60 10 school," said I.
"Certainiy you will go. Alfred; com.
mand your
81 will no." said in a tone OF defiance
ON two things you must do. Allied
either go TO school h moment, or / viii;
lock you in ur room, and keen ron
there uctil you are ready to promise impIi
cit obedience to my wishes ia fntuse.''
Il dare youlo do it," said 1, "vou can't
get mp stairs"
alfred, choose now" said my mother,
who aid her head upon my arm. She
trembIed violently, aud was deadly Gale.
elf you touch me | will kick YOU" said
l. IN teri Bile rage. God knows 1 knew
no, what Isaid.
"Wi.l y u go, Alfredo
mo- replied, but quai.cd beneath her
eye.
Then follow me. I" said she as she grasp
ep my arm firmly raised my footS-oh,
my son. hear me! raised nv foot and
kicked her, my sanity mother! How my
head reels as the torrent Of memory rnshes
over me: kicked my mother, a feeble
woman; m. mother. She staggered back
few steps and leaned against the wall =@
She did not look at me. saw her heart
beat against her breast tOh! Heavenly
Father, she cried, "forgive him-he
kn.ws no what he does." The gardnerl
Jus then passed the door, and seeing my
mother pale and almos unA BILE 10 supoo: I |
herself, he stoppedS she beckoned him in:
"Iake this boy up stairs and lock him in |
his room," said she, and turned from me.
Looking back as she was entering her
room. he gave me such look! it will for. |
ever follow me; ir was q look of agonv. |
mingled with the intensest love; il was
the last unuterable pang from a heart
that was broken.
In mon1en. l found myself prison |
In my own room. thought for a moment
/ would fling myself from the open win
dow and dash my brat % out, but 1 felt i
afraid to do it. | was not penitent. A.
times my heart WAS subdued, but nv stub
born pride rose in an in -tant, and bade me |
not yielJ.-the pale face o: my mother
haunted mel flung myself on the bed |
and fell asleep-just at twilight 1 heard a |
tootstep approach the door. Ii waA nv
sister
"What may tell mother from you?'
she asked.
Nothing Ireplred.
''Oh Alfred! fer my sake, Tor all Dur
sakes say tha' you are sorry. let me tell
mother that you are sorry. She longs TO
forgive you
would not answer. Theafd her foot
steps slowly retreating, and again flung
myself on the bed to pass another most
fearful and wferched night.
Another footstep, slower and Feebler than
my sl-ter's, disturbed me. A voice called
me by name. II was my mnther's.
Alfred my son shall come IN? Are
you sorry for what you have done? she
asked.
cannot tell Wha. influence, operating
at that moment, made me speak adverse
{" my feelings. The gentle voice of my
mother, that thrilled through me, melted
the ice from my objurate heart, and 4
iongsd TO IN ow myself on her neck. but /
did not-But my words gave the lie to m, Il
heart, when | said I was not sotrv. Ill
hea I'd her Withdraw. I heard her groan
l longed to call her back, but did not.
was awakened from my uneasy slnm
ber by hearing nay name called loudly.
and my sister siood by my bedside.
Get up, Alfred. Oh, ont wait A min.
ute Get up, and come with me. Mother
js dying.
Thought was yet. dreaming, but GOT
uS IN mechanically and followed my sister.
On the bed pale and cold as marble lay nv
mo ther. She had thrown herself on the bed
to test--arising to 10 again to HE. she was
seized with palpitation Of the heart and was
borne sense less to her room.
cannot tell you my agony az / locked up.
on her-my remorse was tenfeld more bitter
from the thought she would never know Il.
believed rAys elf to be her murderer. / fell
on the bed beside her.-I could hot weep.
My heart burned in my bosom; my brain was
all on fire. My sister threw her arms around
me and wept in silence,
Suddenly we saw slight motion Of 4 moth
ere hand-her eyes unclosed. She had re-
covered CONS ciousness, but not speech.-Sbe
looked at me, and moved her lps-I could
not understand her words. "Mother, moth
er," shtisked. say only that yotl forgive me-,
She could nCtsay 1t with her lips, but her
hand pressed hine. She smiled upon me,
and lifting her thin, white hands: she clasped
my open within them, and casr her eyes up
wards. She moved her lips ID prayer. and