True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1856-05-28
u Raglan, Editor and Proprietor.

VI "ho"o 'SooOio vi loNO dlu tohuClhOSo I,
neither he nor | can ever forget. But OH
how changed the scene!
His mother was pious Baptist, who
still lives in New York. She had given
him every opportunity in the way of OBJ
tanning good education. He had grad
uated with credit al an excellent institu-
ton, and had been admitted member OF
the bar.
you look astonished,' said he, 'and
we'll you may, to find me IN such mis-
cradle situation as this. Ny infdelit y
has been my ruin. Ii led me into scenes
Of dissipation and riot; it has robbed M e
Of the peace and enjoyment once had .
and now in the moment of distress, all its
hopes have fallen all its delusive soph-
istries vanished like vapors, and left me.
without one consoling thought, exposed
10 the burning wrath of an offended God
'And yet, William m-ihat was his name
Jesus can shelter you from that wrath
which you deserve
Yes he replied, He can !; but will
He? Oh, will He pity one who has de-
fed His power! Will He pardon
,cretch who has scorned His mercy, BIAS
phemed His Name, and laughed at His
threatened vengeance Oh, Jesus in.
suited Saviour! cans't thou, wilt thou,
have mercy on meg
The sun had gone down, and the dim
twilight seemed 10 add 10 the sadness OF
the scene. 1t was the hour of prayer
the hour when the pious soul, laying
aside the world, with its ten Thousand
cares and attractions, goes in alone, be-
fore the mercy seat, and, presenting the
blood of Precipitation, and Offering up the
evening sacrifice, to Him who dwellelh
between the Cherubims, invokes His par
don and His smile. Oh, how often, al
this solemn hour, has the unutterabe bur.
den of a mothers heart been breathed forth
with sighs and tears, for Gods blessing
on her child!
The stiffness of the twilight hour, will
all its holy associations, awakened in his
mind recollections of childhood, that a(.
fe cted his heart. ....., .......
yes said he, This is her hour of pray
er. How often has she taken me, when
boy, into her little room, and bidding
me kneel by her side, prayed with all a
mothers tenderness and fervency for her
only child He paused moment; a
tear was stealing down his pale cheek
'Molher ! he continued, as though she
were PRESENT. am far from you now.
Mother, in strange land, sick, poor, and
friendless but you're there, Mother
bowed down at that same old chair
you're praying for me now, Mother
My heart was melted; knelt down
beside him. We mingled our prayer.
and tears together. Gods Spirit was
there, shedding light on our darkness
Jesus was there, speaking peace 10 tha
troubled soul-binding that bleeding heart
And Oh! felt as though angelic beings
bending Ger their harps, we're lingering
round that fearful spot, rejoicing over ;
sinner born to Coda brand plucket
from eternal burnings.
Slowly the hours Of night rolled on.-
Anxiously and prayerfully watched by
his bedside. oh that the Lord woult
spare him. exclaimed--spare him IL
that widowed mother--to that pious girl,
whose name he repeated again and again
AT length the welcome morn re,urne
with all its light and gladness. Happy
day. he exclaimed, the happiest / have
ever known m
He requested me TO write 10 his moth
er. | did so at once. He wished me
also to write to the young lady whose
name he had so often repeated through
the night. And here an interesting parl
OF his history was made known to me,
the details of which ] afterwards learned,
and shall relate as briefly as possible.
His mother, when he was quite young,
took to her home an orphan girh-the in
fant child of distant relation. William
received her with all the warm feeling Of
a generous heart. They regarded each
other as brother and sister: nor did they
know any thing 10 the reverse ill child.
hood had passed away, Without other
relations to share their affections, and