Monongalia mirror. [volume] (Morgantown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1855, 1854-06-17

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three @ Years. know every stick, and
stone. stone and stump in this odious village
hy heart. as we'll as do those stereo.
tyned sermons of Parson Grey's. He
caIls me "a cape-grace'-'pity | should
have the name without the game said
be he bitterly. Il haven't room here to
run ru the length Of my chain. III show
him what / can do in wider field OF
action.
But how did you bring your father
overl'
.oh, he's very glad to be rid of me
quite disgusted because I've no fancy
for seeing corn and oats grow. The
truth is, every father knows at once too
much and too little about his own son ;
the old gentleman never understood me;
he soured my temper, which was origi'
nally none of the best. reused all the
worst feelings of my nature, and is con-
stan,ly driving me from instead of to.
the point he would have me reach
.And your mothera'
We'll, there you have me; that's the
only humanized portion of my heart
the only soft spot in it. She come to
my bedside last night, after she thought
! was asleep, gently kissed my forehead,
and then knelt by my bedside. I've
been wandering round the fields all the
morning, to try to get rid Of that pray.
er. Old Parson Grey might preach at
me till the millennium and it wouldn't
move me any more than astone. 1t
makes all the difference in the world
wien you know a person feels what he
| is praying about. I'm wild and reckless
and wicked, suppose; but shall new
er be an infdel while | can remember
my mother. You should see the way
she bears my fathers impetuous temper
that's grace not nature. Harry; but
don't let us talk about i'll only wish
my parting with her was well over
Good bye; God bless you, Harry
I. you'll hear from me if the fishes DON,
make asupper Of me;' and Will left
This friend and entered the cottage.
His mother was moving nervonsly
and restlessly about, tying up all sorts
of mysterious little parcels that only
mothers think Of, lin case he should be
/ sick or in case he should be this, thai
or the other, interrupted occasionally
by exclamations like this from the ole
farmer: -stut--great over
grown baby-making fool Of him
never be out of leading strings' thet
turning short about and facing Will al
he entered, he said Sd u
sWell, sir, look in your sea-chest
and you'll find gingerbread and physic
daruing needles and tracts, .bitlers' ant
Bibles, peppermint and old linnen rags
and opodeldoc. Pshaw! | was more
of man than you are when ] was mint
years old. Your mother always made
a fool of you, and that was entirely un
necessary. too, for you were alway
short Of what is called common sense
You needn't tell the captain you wen
to sea because you didn't know enough
| to be landsman; or that you neve
did anything right in your life, excep
by accident. You are as like that nee
do well, Jack Halpine, as two peas
If there is anything in you, | hope tina
salt water will fetch it out. Come
your mother. has your supper ready,
see.'
Mrs. Lows hand ,remblei as sh'
passed her boys cup. 1t was his las
meal under that roof for many lonl
day. She did not trust herself to speal
her heart was too full She heard al
his father SO injudiciously said to him
and she knew too well from former ex
perience the effect it would have upol
his impetuous, fiery spirit. She hat
only to oppose to it mothers prayers
and tears, aud all enduring love. Sh,
never condemned, in Wills hearing
any of his fathers philippics, always ex
cusing him with the general remark tha
he didn't understand him. Alone, sh
mourned over it, and when with he
husband. tried to place matters on
better footing for both parties.
Will noticed his mothers swolle
eyelids; he saw his fayorite little tie
cakes that she had busted herself il
4 preparing for him, and he ate and dram
what she gavo him, without tasting
morsel he swallowed. listening for III
hundredth time to his father's accoun
Of what he did when young man.
Just half an hour, Will,' said hi
father, before you start run up and Sc
If you have forgotten any of your duds
1t was the little room he had Away
called his own. How many nights h
had lain there listening to the rain pal
terng on the low roof, how many morn
ings awakened by the chirp Of the rol
in in the apple tree under the window
There was the little bed with its snow
covering, and the thousand and one lii
tie comforts prepared by his mother
hand. He turned his head.-she was q
h;.. .s;da mud her arms about his neck