The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1851-05-10


my boastng, I yield at last, and finally sub
NIT % be led by womAnT p
"What agony was visible on my mothers
face when she saw that all she said and suf-
fered, fhiled TO move me She ruae 10 go
home. and ! followed at distance. She
spoke no more 10 me till she reached Nor
own door.
"1t 10 school time Rd,y,' mid she. 'Go,my
son, and. oaen more let me bonaech you 20
tlit,h .s,--s.--.s--s-4 -Ep-~-aasss sss---'s-------
'' Il shan't go 20 school, said l.
"she looked Astonisbed AZ my boldness, but
replied, firmly,
"'Certainly, you will go, Alfred. l com
mand you
81 will not = said T. win tone Bf defHncr'
'ore Of two things you must do, Alfred
either go TO school this moment, or I will
lock you IN your room and keep YOU there till
| you are ready to promise implicit obedience
to my wishes In future
Il dare You to do H. aid /, YOU can't get
me up stairs
"'Aifred, choose now said my mother,
who laid her hand upon my arm. She trem-
hlcd violently aud was deadly pale.
"If you touch me I will kick you, SAid |,
IN terriblo rage God knows knew not
what ! said.
"'Wil YOU go, Alfredo
Nor | replied, but quailcd beneath her
eye.
"'Thcn follow me- said she, as she grasp
ed my arm firmly. raised my foot--oh, my
son, hear me IL raised my foot aud kicked
her--my sainted mother How my head
reels, as the torment Of memory rushes over
me kicked my mother feeble woman
my mother She staggered back few steps,
and leaned against the wall. She did not
look at me saw her heart beat against her
breast oh, Heavenly Father she cried,
forgive him-he knows not wtsst he does -
The gardener just then passed the door, and
seeing my mother palo and almost unable 10
support hersclfhc stepped; she beckoncd him
in. 'Takethis hoy up stairs and lock him in
his own room said she, and turned from me.
looking back as she was entering her room
she gave me such look. lit will forever fol-
low met was look of agony mingled with
the intensost love--it was the last, unuttera-
bls Pang from heart that bsahsay
"In a moment found myself prisoner ia
my own room. ! thought, for, moment, |
would fling myself from the open window and
dash my brains out, but felt afraid TO die
l was not penitent At zines my heart was
snhdued. hut my stubborn pride rose in an
instant and babe me not 20 yield. The pale
face ofmy mother haunted me. ] flung my
sclfon the bed, and fell asleep. awoke at
midnight, stifIened by the damp night AIR,
terrified with frighifhl dreams j would -hara
bed win fear, but my door was fasr;- n'frt
the daylight my terrors were dissipated, and
became bold in resisting all good impulses.
The servant brought my meals but did not
taste them. | thought the day would never
end Just at twilight heard light footstep
approach the door. II was my sister, who
called me by name.
"'WhNt may | tell mother from you 2 she
asked,
} ",Nothing,' replied.
"'Oh, Alfred for my snkc, for all our
mother that you arc sorry. She longs to for
give YOU
"1 won't be driven to school against my
will" said I.
"'But you will go if she wishes II, dear AL
fred said my sister pleadingly.
"'No, won't said ], and you needn't say
: word more about it,
"sOh, brother you will kill her, and then
you can never have happy moment again.
+" i made no reply to this My feelings
! werc touched, but stiti resisted their kint
influence My sister called me, but woult
r not answer. heard her footsteps slowly re
l treating, and again flung myself upon the
4 bed TO pass another fearful and wretchet
t night. Oh, God how wretched how fear
I fu did not know.
0 Another footstep, slower and feebler thar
: my sisters, disturbed me. A voice callet
T. me by name. It was my mothers.
: "'Alfrod, my son, shall come in Ar,
2 you sorry for what you have done p
Y 81 cannot tell what influence, operating a
a that moment, made me speak adverse to m,
n feelings, The gentle voice of my mothei
r that thrilled through me, melted the ice from
e my obdurate heart, and longed TO throw
b myself on her neck, but did not. No, IN!
boy, did not. But my words gave the lii
:, TO my heart when said was not sorry.
e heard her Withdraw, ] heard her groan.
E ttouged to cali her barfki but + did not. =
81 was awakened from an uneasy slumber
Q by hearing my name loudly called, and m,
y sister stood by my bedside
acct up, Alfred. Oh, don't wait anoth
er miautet GetaP and come with me-
r Mother is dyingT
o al thought was yet dreaming, but 90
: up melancholy, and followed my sister. o.
}, the bed, pale and cold as marble, lay m!
: mother. She-had-ant- -nndreased- hat
c thrown herself on the bed to rest arising Il
r 60 again to me, she was seized with palpi
e taton Of the heart and borne senseless to he
Q room. - .. .. 60 - aI