The Athens post. [volume] (Athens, Tenn.) 1848-1917, 1851-10-03
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the water in the wake Of the brig,
which soon disappeared.
"That is the reason why,' said the
pilot, "she prayed to God 10 pardon
her,"
The Anna Bell continued her route,
and eighteen days afterwards anchor.
ed at Point au Petre.
A MOTHERS LAST LESSON.
"Will you please teach me nv
verse, mamma, and then kiss me. and
bid me good night?" said little Roger
L., as he opened the door and
peeped cautiously into the chamber Of
the sick mother. 81 am very sleepy,
but no one has heard me say my
prayers"
Mrs. l.. was very ill-indeed; her
attendants believed her to be dying.
She sat propped up with her pillows.
and struggling for breath; her lips
were white. her eyes were growing
dull and glazed. She was widow.
and little Roger was her only-her
darling child. Every night he had
been in the habit Of coming into her
room. and sitting in her lap, or kneel-
ing by her side, whilst she repeated
passages from Gods holy word, or
repeated to him stories of good and
wise men spoken of in its pages.
"Husl,," said the lady who was
watching beside her couch: "your
mothe is too i'll to hear you to night"
As she said this. she came forward,
and laid her hand gently on his arm,
as if she would lead him from the room.
Roger began to sob as if his heart
would break.
81 cannot 60 to bed without saying
nv pravers-indecd cannot"
The ear Of the dying mother caught
the sound. Although she had been
nearly insensible to every thing tran.
spring around her, the sob OF her
darling aroused her stupot and turn
ing to friend she desired her to bring
her little son and lay him on her
bosom. Her request was granted,
and the child's rosy cheek and golden
hair nestled beside the cold cheek OF
the diving mother.
"Roger, my son. NY darling child"
sa id the dying mother. "repeat this
verse after me, and never, never for>
get it 'When my father and mother
forsake me, the Lord will take me up.
The child repeated it two or three
times distinctly and said his little
prayer. Then he kissed the cold and
almost rigid features before him, and
went quietly to his couch. The next
morning he sought, as usual. his moth.
er, but found her stiff and cold.
This was her. last lesson. He has
never iorgottonit-he probably never
will. He has gro wn to be a man.
and now occupies post OF honor in
Massachusetts. | never could look
upon him without thinking about the
faith so beautifully exhibited by his
dying mother.--Pinsburgh Gazette.
Jeremiah Speer, Of Patterson, IN.
J.) advertises his wife Rachael, as
having left his bed and board, and
cautions people not to harbor or trust
her on his account. Rachael speerS
him back again, in the following,
which shows her spunk, at least:
NoTIcE.--I saw in the Guardian
an advertisement signed Jeremiah
Speer, forbidding any one harboring
or trusting me on his account. J., his
wife, say he never had any bed or
board for me, but he boarded with
my father, and | paid his board. A
few months ago he was taken sick,
when his mother came with a hired
man and wagon and took him away,
without my knowledge or fathers
consent. and | paid three weeks doc.
tors bill for him. When he came
back | told him he must go to his
mother and stay till he got weaned,
before would live with him.
RACHAEL STEER.