Eastern times., 1855-03-22
tary rise to the lips, and seek solution not
yet granted to mortas to solve.
My Last Flogging.

1t was on beautiful morning in july,
when my father harnessed up the old farm
horse. and was soon on his way to a village
some six or eight miles distant, to do some
marketing.
Before leaving, however, he gave. me strict
direction TO obey my Oldest brother. He
had not been gone an hour, when particular
friend of mine came 10 spend the day with
me; and, as i'll luck would have it, he was as
fond of fishing as was l conse-
quently his proposition for an angling expedi-
ton needed no urging for me to embrace it at
once. But to get leave to go was the next
problem to solve, and hard one found it.
However, after some racking of the intel
lect, we hit on plan. asked my mother for
permission to go, presenting the case in as
favorable light as possible. She said |
might, if my brother was willing. There,
said to my friend, she might as we'll have
said no; for to ask him won't be anything
else. But want to go, and go I will
We commenced fishing for trout about half
mile from home, and continued till noon !;
but my conscience would not let me enjoy it
as usual had been disobedient. The fish
would not bite, and my troubles increased all
round till we started for home then thought
my burden was some lighter
We soon came to the house of my friend.
and ne gave me such pressing invitation to
dine with him, that consented, knowing |
was doing wrong. We dressed our fishes,
and they were soon cooked for us but they
did.no taste right. | ought to have stayed at
home, and could not enjoy anything. About
two O'Clock pointed my face toward home
but the nearer | approached it, the heavier
was the load on my mind | was afraid my
father had returned and, if he had, | knew
my doom.
soon came to our moving field, apd as |
ascended knoll and looked over, who should
| see but my father and brother loading hay
with no one to rake AFTER o, was not my
mind rather busy then.
My father saw me Immediately, and, with
a loud, rough voice, he said IF you are
my boy, come to work /; if not, go home!' Oh
all things in the world, dreaded whipping
from my father; he was one Of the kind who
intend to make every blow tell, which could
witness to by sad experience. took rake,
and worked hard till night.
1t was very late before sweet sleep smiled
on me and when it did, o, what Dreams
First, | would be fishing; than l would fall
into the river, and some horrid monster would
rush at me with pitchfork, and thrust me
through and through; then, with a stifec
shrek, would wake to fate but little les:
to be dreaded.
But morning came at last, land with the frs
signs of day was ont, took the milking pals
and milked all the cows (six in number
and tHrned them into the pasture. This did
not expecting to evade whipping, for
knew by my fathers looks that would be i'm
pOsoible, but hoping to bring it Iatlo Lighter
which knew would be of vital Importance tt
me-
But on returning from the pasture, as wa
passing the orchard, there was father with hi
stick. cannot describe my feelings as the,
then were | must leave the reader to imagin,
them. My father talked to me some minutes
and closed by saying that, if it would do a
much good, he would gladly take the whip
ping himself; and he wept like a child. HI
then commenced his operation, and he did it VI
brown too, if am any Judge, and think h,
did more good than hurt. '-Do,on Easter