The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1857-06-19

IS must be driven out with fro and sword
t With him the word duty had stern sign
s cance. lie had always tried to do his dut!
h moving steadily onward in tho path Of III
(; and crushing down all vanitics and evils th'
b spang up by the way, under heel 'hO
with iron.
"He shall be sent to SEQ !" That was tn
last desperate remedy. In his mind, as j
the minds Of many like him, some years az
ship was the great school Of reform; an
when boy was deemed incorrigible, he wa
sent OF to sea, usually to have his evil incl
nations hardened into permanent qualities
When Deacon Browning met his Sol
Philip, after receiving negligence OF hi
great offence, It was with stern, angry re
pulsion. lie DID not see the look ofappea'
the sign of repentance, the plea for mercy
that was in his fearful eye. A single woft
Of kindness would have broken up the grea,
deep of the boys heart, and impelled by the
warmer impulses inherited from his mother
he would have flung himself, weeping, into
his fathers arms. But deacon Browning
had separated duty from kindness. The
one was stern corrector of evil, the other
smiling approver of good.
From his home to the wharf, where the
Fanny Williams lay, all equipped for sea,
deacon browning bent his steps. Captain
Ellis, rough, hard man, was on board
After listening to the fathers story and re-
quest, he said bluntly,
"If you put your boy on board the Fan.
ny Williams, he'll have to bend or break,
that's certain. Take my advice, and give
the matter second thought. He'll have a
dogs life of it in u whaler. lt'smy opinion
that your lad hasn't stuff enough in him for
this experiment"
"l'll risk it," replied the deacon. "IIc's
got to much stuff in him, to stay at home,
that's the trouble. The bend or break sys-
ten is the only one in which | have any
faith"
"As you like, deacon, l want another boy,
and yours will answer. guess"
"When do you sail?" was enquircd.
"0n Monday
Every we'll, Ill bring the boy down to-
morrow "
The thing was settled. but the deacon did
not feel altogether comfortable in mind
Philip was young for such an experiment,
as the mother had urged. And now very
opportuncly, leaf in the book of his mem.
DRY was turned, on which was written the
story of a poor boys wrongs and suiferings
at sea. Many years before, his heart had
grown sick over the record. lie tried to
look away from the page. but could not
1t seemed to hold his eye by kind of fis-
cinatiOn.
Still he did not rclCnt. Duty rcquireS
him to 60 steadily forward and execute his
purpose. There was no other hope for the
boy.
"Philip !"it was thus that he announced
his determination; 81 am going to send you
to sea with Capt. Ellis. It's my last hope.
Steadily bent, as you are, on evil, can n,
longer suffer you to remain ut home. The
boy who begins with robbing his noighbor' 5
garden, is in great danger of ending his
career upon the gallows. To save you, If
possible, from fate like this, now send
you to sea-"
Very sternly, very harshly, almost angri.
ly was this said. Not the smallest impres.
sion did it seem to make upon the boy, who
stood with his eyes cast down, an image Of
stubborn seli.will and persstant rebellion.
With still sharper drnunciation did the
father speak, striving in this way to shock
the feeling of his child, and extort signs OF
pcnitence. But it was the hammer and an.
yil-blow and rebound.
Very different were the mothers efforts
with the child. Tcarfully she pleaded with
him-earnestly she besought him to ask his
fathers forgiveness for the evil he had done.
But Philip said
"No, mother. Id rather go to sea-
Father don't love mc-he don't care for me-
He hates me, believe"
"Phlip! Philip! Don't speak in thai
way of your father. lie does love you ant
i, is only for your good that he Is going L
send you to sea. Oh, how could you do SO
wicked a thing?'
Tc rs were in the mothers eyes. But tn,
boy had something of his fathers stern spir
it in him and showed no weakness.
at isn't any worse than hc did when h
was boy" was his answer.
"Philipw
"Well, 1t isn't, for heard Mr.. Wrigh
tell Mr.. Freeman that father and he robbed
orchards and hens nests, and did worse tha,
that when they were boys!" -
Poor Mrs. Browning was silent. Wei
did she remember how wild a boy Jane
Browning was; and how, when she was
little girl, she had heard all manner Of evi
laid to his charge.
Very unexpectedly at least to MI
Browning-thc minister called in on tn
evening of that troubled day. After som
general conversation with the family, b
|. asked to have few words with the deacon
alone.
"ls it true, Mr.. Browning" he said, afte
they had retired to an adjoining room, 'tha
you are going to send Philip to soap"
"Too true," replied the father, soberly
{ at is my last hope. From the beginning
that boy has been rebel against just au
, thorlty; and, though | have never rcla1c
discipline, through the weakness of natunl
\ feelings, vet resistance has grown with hi