The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1853-09-14
From the Tempiar's Magazine.
The Broken Pledges; "
or, the R Victim.
BY KATE DENIES.

CHAH
. Come nearer, 1 would speak with you, said an
aged lady, who lay dying, to her minister, who sat
near her. He did as was desired, and sat down
by the. side of the aged female, and took her cold
hand 10 his.
What would you say inquired the Rev. MIR.
B., as he saw she hesitated to speak.
sa.s The doctor says can't live long!'
Are you afraid to die? ahxiousy inquired the
minister.
: No. no that is not the cause of my anxiety
After forty years trust in God, he will not leave
me, at this hour, to die in my own strength. No.
/ would talk of something else. I would talk of my
sou, Harry! Do you belong to the Sons of Tenn
perancei'
Yes, ma'am.
will you try and get him to join them =
Certainly, will do all in my power
Mary said the dying woman, addressing her
daughter-in-law. who stood weeping at her bed
side, has Harry been home today?'
No, mother sobbed Mary Summers, he has
not been home since early this morning I told
him when he left that you were worse. and he
said he would be back soon, but fear he forgot
himself and went to Dixon's, and Her voice
fatered. She did not finish the sentences. Those
present knew too well what she meant.
Il wish he would come now while brother B. is
here. want him to promise me before die that
he will join the Sons. Mary, can't you send for
himl shall not live long, and must see him.
1t was evident to all in :he room that her words
were true, for SO near was the aged mo.her to the
tomb, that it with great difficulty she spoke al
all. Hertongue seemed already stiffening in death
/ Where was her son! rs5F-.t ---l
/ Oh. what time of agony to the dying mother
The excitement that had sustained her for the las
few hours passed off, and she sank int, kind q
stupor, in which though her lips were continually
movirg. no articulate sounds escaped her. Doubt
less her mind was busy. for tits said by those wht
have stood upon the verge of the tomb, that whel
apparently senseless the mind is unusually acul,
and sensitive to thought or pain. Was not the pas
before her1 Did she not 60 back to the time whel
Harry her frst-born, lay upon her bosom smil
ing babe!-when young mother, she brushed
back the haxen curls that clustered around his ba
by brow, and gazing into the depths OF his haze
eye, she painted for him bright and beautiful fu
ture? Who but a mother can imagine the thic
thoughts that crowd upon The brain as her first
bora is pressed 10 her bosom. 'Tis hers, her onl
one, and because 'tis hershe will be good and great
Sweet vision, alas in how many instances has tn
scene remained only a vision! -s
The minister, true to his trust, remained by he
side, hoping that she would be sufficiently restoI
ed to speak should her son, who had been sent fol
De found and brought home. The poor wife sti
s'ood by the bedside bathed 10 tears. In the ia
corner Oh the room, upon pile of rags that serve
n tr bed, crouched three smaller children, 10
young TO Know that the skeleton foot of death wa
ireading near them. One or Two kind-henrte
: friends sat in the room, 1t was time of fearfr
solemnity.
Who was this Harry Summers ,. Perhap,
reader, now, while Of his daughters is seekin
him, is as good time to tell yoa as shall have.