Rev. J. I. WARD, ,,AsAlant Editor

PRICE ONE CENT: Gen II !:
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more be subject to hearsless talints, because
his father was druhkara. \ fe"A '.qat
About year after John had become con-
nected with the Order, his exertions to aid
his mothers whose health was fast declining,
proved too much for his strength, and
severe illness was the result. Dtring this
illness, his youthful brothers Of the Order
watched over him with deep solicitude and
tender care, and when II became apparent
that his end had come, and that his spirit
was no longer for earth, they wspt ID tho'
he had been brother to them all by kim
dred blood. f s. .f.t,,s,l t.ast,.Io MI d


Gathered around his dying bed were his j
young friends and his mother; wheti tbs
father, who had caused his suffering, cuttis
into the room and observed tear stealing
from his half closed eyehds. Advancing
softly to his bedside, he asked what .tou-
Died him.


"Father," was the reply, 81 cannot bear
to leave my mother and know that her dis
tress still continues; will you promise the
before ! die that you will never drink
again." s @ sS'tl" F':9H


Taking the hand ofhs dying son within
his own, EImore knelt, and his vow as
cended before the throne, Eternal, that NE
YER should the accursed cup pollute his
lips again. A heavenly smile lii the face
Of the dying boy. his eyes resumed for
moment their wonted lus,re: ssBlessed be
God" was his fervent ejaculation, and all
was still save the suppressed sobbing Of
those around. His spirit had passed to that
regibn "where the wicked cease from trou-
bling, and the weary are at rest.D MIN !.


Elmore kept his vow. Friends rose tp
and took him by the hand. Practice flowed
in upon him, and affluence once more was
his; but often, as his wife sat dwelling ON
the past and its sorrows in her splendid
drawing room, would her little daughters
ask, as the tears gushed forth from I'm
willing eyes "Mother what makes you cry.n


ALEXANDRIA, August 6, l846.