The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-10-10
VOLUME 2, NUMBER lOl.
Sabbath 8eaaing,
I don't Love you now Mother.

lady who had been sick for two years,
as you have seen many one, all the
while dying of consumption She
had one child, little boy.
One afternoon / was sitting by her
bedside, for dearly / loved her. watch
ing her with an aching heart for it
seemed as though she would cough
her life away. Her little boy, Henry,
sat too at the post of the bed, his blue
eyes, SO like hers, filing with tears to
see her suffer so. By and by the ter
rible cough ceased Henry came and
put his arms around his mothers bos-
ON, and said, Mother I do love you
wish you want sick "
An hour later, the same loving boy,
came in all aglow, stamping the snow
off his feet 80, mother, may l go
skating !? it is so nice-Ed and Char
lie are going" Henry, feebly said
the mother, the ice is not hard en-
ough yet" But mother" very pet
tishly said the boy, "you are sick all
the time, how do you know 2" my
child you must obey me-" gently said
the mother. 1t is too bad. " angrily
sobbed the boy, who an hcur ago SO
loved his mother " / would like TO
have my little boy go, said bis mother.
looking sadly at the little boys face,
all covered with frowns "yol said
you loved me-be good !" No, /
don't love you now, mother" said the
boy, going out and slamming the door.
Again the dreadful coughing came
upon her, and we thought no more of
the boy, after the cough commenced.
/ noticed tears falling thick upon her
pillow but she salk from exaustion
into light sleep.
In a little while the steps of mem
feet were heard coming into the house
as though carrying something; and
they were carrying the almost ifeless
body of Henry.
Angerly had he left bis mother, and
gone to skate-disobeyed her, and
then broken through the thin ice
sank under the water, and now saved
by q great effort was brought home
barely alive to his sick mother.
/ closed the doors, feeling more dan
ger for her life than the child's and
coming softly in, drew back the cur
tains from the bed, 81 heard them
it is Henry Oil ! knew he won't
is he dead ?" But she never seemed
to hear the answer l gave, telling her
ooh, no. She commenced cough
ing-she died in agony-strangled to
death. The poor mother; the boys
disobedience killed her.
After couple of hours, sought
the boys room. "Oh I wish / had
not told mother / did not love her.
Tomorrow III tell her I do" said the
child, sobbing painfully My heart
ached tomorrow ] knew We must
tell him she was dead. We did not
till he came fully into the room crying
z Mother | do love you" Oil may
never again see agony like that
child's, as the lips he kissed gave back
no kiss-as the hand he took fell life
less from his hand, instead of shaking
his hand as it always had; and he
knew she was dead.
Mother, l do love you now" all
the day long he sobbed and cried, o
mother, mother, forgive me-" Then
he would not leave his mother. Speak
to me mother, but she could never
speak again, and the last words she
had ever heard him say were, +" Moth
er don't love you now
The boys whole life was changed,
sober and sad he was ever after. He
is now q gpay-haired old man, with
one sorrow ever his, one act Of disobe-
dicnce, one wrong word, embittered
all his life, with those words ever ring
ing in his ears mother don't love
you Eow,"
Viii the little ones who read this
remember, if they disobey their moth
ct, if they are cross and naughty, they
say every time they do so a tender
mothers heart by their actions if not
in the words of Henry tbs very same
thing, don't love yea pa'v moth
Ell. ~ IKestera Charchmas