St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1867-05-24
for tic Children.
Little Boys FdlsehOOd.


who is now a minister Of the Gospel
cave me the following account 81
had one of the kindest and best Of
fathers: and when | was little white
headed boy about six years old, he used
to carry me to school before him on his
horse, TO help me in my little plans, and
always seemed irving to make me happy
and he never seemed SO happy himself, as
when making me happy. When l was
six years old. he came home one day,
very sick. My mother, too, was sick,
and thus nobody but my two sisters could
take care OF my father In a few days
he was worse, very sick, and all the ply
Sicians in the region were called in to see
him. The next Sabbath morning early,
he was evidently much worse. As |
went into his room he stretched out his
hand to me and said, My little boy, |
am very sick. | wish you to take that
paper on the stand and run TO MIR. C's,
and get me the medicine written on that
paper" | took the paper and went to
the apothecary's shop, as | had often
done before 1t was about half Il mile
oft: but when | got there, | found it
shut. and AZ Mr.. {. lived a quarter of
mile further off, | concluded not to 90
to find him. then set out for home
On my way back, l contrived what to
say | knew how wicked it was to tell
lie, but one sin always leads to another.
Ola going in to my father, | saw that he
was in great pain; and though pale and
weak, could see great drops of sweat
standing on his forehead, forced out bv
the pain. O then was sorry l had not
zone and found the apothecary. At
length lie said to me, "My son has GOT
the medicine, | hope, for | am in great
pain" | hung my head and muttercd,
for my conscience smote me, NO, sir,
Mr. Carter says he has got none "
''lIas got none. Is this possible?" He
then cast a keen eve upon me, and see
ing my head hang, and probably suspect
my ialsehood, SAID, in the mildest, kindest
tone, " Wy little bog piU Sc lbs t'ai r suda
.roH J,a1, Iol' the wct Of thh me,lamc ~
| went out Of the room, and alone, and
cried. was soon called back. Ny
brothers had come. and were standing -
all the children were standing round his
bed. and lie was committing my poor
mother 10 their care, and giving them his
last advice. was the youngest, and
whrn he laid liz hand on my head and
told me that in few hours should
have no father: that he would in a day
OF two be buried up: It that must now
make God nv father, love him, and
always do right, and SpcaL' tie truth,
because the eve OF God is always upon
ne - it seemed as if | should sink and
when he laid his hand upon my head
AGAIN and prayed ior the blessing OF God
the RcIccncr 10 rest upon Inc, soon to
be tathrrlcSs orphan.' | dared not look
at him felt SO guilty. Sobbin@, |
rushed from tie bedside, and thought |
wished | could die. They soon told me
lie could no. speak. . how much would
! have giyeG 10 30 in and tell him that |
had told lie. and ask him once more to
lay his hand on nv head and forgive me :,
| crcpt III once more and heard the min
i>ter pray Tor the lying man" . how
-ny heart ached. | snatchcd nv hat and
ran 10 the apothecary's house and got the
medicine. | ran home with all nv
might, and ran in, and ran up to Inv
father, bedside to confess my sin, CRYING
out. 20 here father" - but | was
hu>hcd and then saw that lie was pale,
and that all i'll the room were weeping.
Wy ,lcW ,y.aler rus dend! And the last
thing | ever spake to him was to tell a lie ;
| sobbcd as ii my heart would break for
his kindncsscs, his tender looks, and my
own sin, all rushed upon my own mind,
And as l gazed upon his cold, pale face,
and saw his eyes shut, and his lips
closed, could help thinking of lis last
words: My little boy will see his fsther
suffer great pain for the want of that
medicine " | could not know but he
died for the want of it.
- In Il day or two he was put into
the ground and buried up. There were
several ministers at the funeral, and each
spoke kindly to me, but could not COM
fort me. Mas they knew not what a
load of sorrow lay on my heart They
could not comfort me. My father was
buried, and the children all scattered
abroad, for my mother was too feeble to
take care of them.
- 1t was twelve wears after this.
while in college. that went alone to the
crave of my father. 1t took me a good
while TO find it: but there it was, with
lis humble tombstone. and, as ! stood
over it, | seemed to be back at his bed
side, to see his pale face, and hear his
voice. Oh, the thought of that sin and
wlckedncSs cut Inc to the heart II
seemed as if worlds would not be toe
much to give, could | then only have
called loud enough to have him hear me
ask his forgiveness. But it was too late.
lie had been in the grave twelve years,
and | must live and die, weeping over
the ungrateful trlsehool. May God for,
give me"
Rev. DIR. George d. Chceycr, of New