The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1864-07-27
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A Touching Story,

lue lOuOWlHS eu'VllnS noIlOlNe, WnlCn
we find in an exchange, purports to have
been given by father to his son, as warn
ing derived from his own bitter experience
of the sin of growing and resisting a moth
ers love and council. 1t is not new, but
its teachings are so excellent as to make it
worthy OF frequent publication and peru
sal
What agony was visible OH my mothers
face when she saw that all she had said
and suffered failed TO move mel She rose
to go home, and followed at distance.
She spoke no more to me until she reached
her own door.
at is school tme," said she. "Go my
son, and once moro lot me beseaolr you to
think upon what have said
IL shan't 60 to school, said I.
she looked astonished at my boldness,
but then firmly replied:
Certainly you will, Alfred. command
you."
"T will not!' said /;
"Onc of two things you must do Alfred
either 30 to school this moment, or | will
lock you in your room aud keep you there
till you are ready to promise implicit obe-
dience TO my wishes in future.
81 dare you to do it" said | you can't
get me up stairs"
alfred choose now,' said my mother
who laid her hand upon my arm. She
trembcd violently, and was deadly pale.
"lf you touch me will kick you" said |
in terrible rage. God knows knew not
what said!
"Will you 60 Alfred?
"No" replied but qualed beneath her
eye"
'i'rhen follow me- said she as she grasp
ed my arm firmly.
raised my toot-oh, my son, hear me!
| raised my foot and kicked her--my
sainted motherl How my head reels as
the torment of memory rushes over me!
| kicked my mothcr---a feeble womau---
my mother! She staggered back u few
steps and leaned against tile wall. She
did not look at me. saw her heart beat
against her breast "Uh Heavenly Father
she cried, "lorgive him--he knows not
what he does!" The gardener Just then
passed the door and seeing my mother
pale and almost unable to support her
sell, she beckoned him in.
take this boy up stairs and lock him in
his own room" said she, and turned from
me. 1t was look of agony, mingled with
the intensest love--it was the last unutter-
ahe pang from a heart that was broken.
| In q moment found myself a prisoner
in my own room. thought for a moment
| would fling myself from the open win
dow, and dash my brains out, but | felt
afraid 70 die. | was not penitent. AT
times my heart was subdued but my stub
born pride rose in an instant and bade me
not yield. The pale face of my mother
haunted .me.-l flung myself on the bed
and fell aseep.--Just at twilight heard a
foot approach the door. In was my sister
"What may tell mother for your she
asked.
Nothing" replied.
ooh, Alfred! for my sake, for all oui
sakes, say that you are sorry--et me tell
mother that you are sorry. She longs tC
forgive
would not answer. heard her foot
steps slowly retrcatng, and again ! flung
myself on the bed to pass a wretched and
fearful night
Another footstep, slower aud feeblor
than my sisters disturbed me.
Alfred my son, shall | come in are you
sorry for what you have done?" sho asked
cannot tell what influence operating a.
that moment made me speak adverse tc
my feelings. The gentle voice of MY moth
er that thrilled through me and melted the
ice from my heart, and | lOmged to throw
HlyheH Oh HeT HSCh, EuI 1 ulu uOt. MY
words gave the lie to my heart, when
said was not sorry. ! heard her with
draw. heard her groan. Ilonged to cal
her back but did not.
was awakened from my uneasy slum
Der by hearing my name called loudly, and
my sister stood by my bedside.
Get up, Alfred. Oh, don't wait mo
ment! Get up, AMI come with me. Mother
is byingm
thought was yet dreaming but go
mp mechanically and following my sister
On the bed, pale and cod as marble, lay
my mother, She had not undressed. Sht
had thrown herself on the bed 10 rest anC
arising to go again to me was seized witt
a palptation of the heart, and borne sonse
less 10 her room.
canno, tell you my agony as | looked
upon her--my remorse was tenfold mori
bitter from the thought that she woul,
never know it, | believe myself to b,
her murderer. fol, on the bed beside he
could not weep. My heart burned in IN.
bosom-my brain was all on fire. Ny sis
ter threw her arms around me and wept il
: silence. Suddenly we saw a slight motio
, of mothers handler eyes unclosed. Sh
had recovered consciousness but notBpeec
She looked at me and moved her lips.
could rot understand her words. "Mothe
Mother" ! shreSe1, say only that yo
forgive me" She could not say it wit
her lips, out her hald pressed mine Sh
smiled mon ne and lifted her thin Whit
hands. she clasped ny own within then
and cast her eyes upward. She moved be
lips in prayer, and thus she died. | +,
mained still kseslihg beside shat IDEAS for