The weekly union record., 1865-02-25
A STORY FOR BOYS.


resisting a mothers love and counsel.
1t is new to us, though it may not be
to all our readers; but its teachings are
SO excellent as to make it worthy Of fire.
quent publication and perusal:
"What agony was visible on my
mothers face when she saw that all
she said and suffered failed to move me !
She rose to 90 home, and | followed at
distance. She spoke no more to me
till she reached her own door.
1T is school time now,' said she.
$50 my son, and once more let me be-
seech you to think upon what have
said.'
4 shan't 90 to school, said |.
She looked astonished at my bold
ness, but then replied firmly:
Certainly you will, Alfred. com
mand you.'
4 will notr said l you can't get
me up stairs
'One of two things you must do, AL
fred-either 90 to school this moment,
or | will lock you in your room and keep
you there till you are ready to promise
implicit obedience to my wishes in fu-
ture.'
4 dare you to do it, said |; you
can't get me up stairs
alfred, choose now.' said my moth
er, who laid her hand upon my arm.
She trembled violently, and was deadly
pale.
IF you touch me | will kick you,'
said |, in terrible rage. God knows
knew not what | said
'Will you 20, Alfredr
'Non l replied. but quailed beneath
her eye.
Then follow me- said she, as she
firmly grasped my arm. raised my
foot-oh, my son, hear me Il raised
any foot and kicked henry sainted
mother! How my head reels, as the
torment of memory rushes over me |
kicked my mother-a feeble woman
my motherl She staggered back a
few steps and leaned against the wall.
She did not look at me. saw her
heart beat against her breast.
'Oh heavenly Father she cried,
forgive him-he knows not what he
does The gardener just then passed
the door, and seeing my mother pale
and almost unable to support herself,
she beckoned him in.
Take this boy up stairs and lock him
in his own room, she said, and turned
from me. 1t was look of agony, min
gled with the intensest loye-it was
the last unutterable pang from a heart
that was broken.
In moment found myself a pris-
oner in my own room. | thought for
moment would fling myself from the
open window, and dash my brains out,
but | felt afraid to die. | was not pen
itent. At times my heart was sub
dued, but my stubborn pride rose in an
instant, and bade me not yield. The
pale face of my mother haunted me. |
flung myself on the bed, and fell asleep.
Just at twilight | heard footstcp ap-
proach the door. 1t was my sister.
What may | tell mother from YOU ?
she asked.
Nothing l replied.
'Oh, Alfred for my sake, for all our
sakes, say that you are sorry-let me
tell mother that You are sorry. She
longs to forgive you
| would not answer. heard her
footsteps slowly retreating, and again
flung myself on the bed pass a wretch
cd and fearful night.
Another foOtStep, slower and feebler
than my sisters, disturbed me.
Alfred, my son, shall | come in =!
Are You sorry for what You have done 2
she asked.
| cannot tell what influence, operat-
ing at that moment, made me speak
adverse to my feelings. The gentle
voice of my mother, that thrilling
through me, melted the ice from my
heart, and | louged to throw myself on
her neck; but | did not My words
gave the lie to my heart, when | said |
was not sorry.-I heard her withdraw.
heard her groan. lIonged TO call her
back, but did not
| was awakened from my uneasy
slumper, by hearing my name called
loudly, and my sister stood by my bed
side.
Get up, Alfred. Oh, don't wait a
minutel Get up and come with me.
Mother is dyingr
| thought Twas vet dreaming, but l
got up, melancholy, and followed nv
sister. On the bed, pale and cold as
marble, lay my mother. She had not
undressed. She had thrown herself on
the bed to rest; and arising 10 20 again
to me, she was seized with a palpitation
of the heart, and borne senseless to her
room.
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