Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1859-07-14

"Will you please learn me NY verse.
mamma, snd then kis- me-. aud bd me good
night!" said little r ger l.. Us ilr
opened tie door and pe-ped eau; ou>!y in;"
the chamber of his SICK mother. Il az,
very sleepy. but no one has Aeard re say
nv prayer"
Mrs. L. was very i'll; il deed, her
attendants believed her 10 be diving. She
sat propped up with pi: .ow<, and struggling
for breaih-her lips were white--he. eyes
wac growing dull ANA glazed. anJ the pur-
pie blood wac settling a. the ends Of her
cold. attenUa' ed i gers. She was widow.
ana li;;ie Roger WAS her only, hir darling
child Every nj hi h. Ind been in the
habit Of coming into Ler room ard sitting
upon her lap, or knee.ing by her le. while
she repeated 20 him passages fsona God'S
holy W, I'd, CT rel ted 10 him stories of the
wise aud good men spoken of in its pages.
She had been in del:c,;e health for many
years, bnt nerer toe i'll 70 learn little Roger
his verse, aud heur his prayers.
"Hush. hushl'' said a lady who was
atching beside her couch; .ynur dear
mamma is too i'll TO hear y,u say Your pray
ers tonight. | will put you in bed ;" and as
she said this, she came forward and hid her
hand gently upon bis arm, as though she
would have led him from the room. Roger
began 10 .ob as il his littla hear, would
break.
81 car not 20 TO bed without SAYING my
prarcrs-indeed can not.''
The ear If The dying mother csught the
sound. Although she had been nearly in
sensible TO every Thing iranspirDg around
her, the sound of her darling's sobs aroused
her from her s;upor. and turning 20 friend.
she desired her to bring him to her couch,
and lay him on her bosom. Her request
was granted: and the chiId's rosy cheek and
golden head nestled beside the pale cold
face of his dying mother. Alas. poor feI-
low! how little did he realize then the irre-
parable loss which he was SO soon to sus-
tHiDi
Roger, my son, my darling child" said
the dying mother, "repest this verse after
me, and never, nercr forget i,-'Hhen my
father and mother forsaie me tie Lord shall
take me up" The child repeated it dis
tinciiy, und said his little prayer. He then
kissed the cold, Amos, rigid lips before him,
and went quietly to his little couch.
When hs rose in the morning he sought,
! as usual, his mother's room, but be found
her cold aud s;ill--wrapped in her winding
sEeeti That was her last lesson. He has
never forgotten it-he probably never will,
He has grown to be mana good man
and now occupies post Of much honor and
distinction in Massachusetts,. never could
| look upon him without thinking about the
iui,h SO beautifully exhibited by his dying
mother. It was not misplaced. The Lord
has taken her darling up.
My little reader, if you have God for your
friend, you need neuer .teor-father und
mother may forsake youth world may
seem to you dreary waste, full of pitfalls
aud horns--but he can bring you safely
through trials, and give You at last a golden
harp and snowy robe, like those the purified
wear in heaven. He can even surround
your death-bed by angel visilants. He is
| all-poweTful--an ever-present help in time
of trouble. VIII you not, then, seek his
friendship and keep his commandments
Southern Presbyterian.