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mothers dear, dear smile was there also a.


my heart would have broken.


In an instant, all the little faults. for
which she had SO often reproved me, rush
ed to my mind. longed to tell her how
good would always be if she would but
stay with me.


" ! longed to tell, how in all time 10
come, her words would be law to me.
would be all that she had prayed me to be.


81 was passionate, headstrong boy, but
never did this frame Of temper come upon
me, but ] seemed to see her mild fearful
eyes fall upon me, just as she used to look
in life, and when ! strove for the mastery,
felt her smile sink into my very heart,
and was happy.


My whole character underwent
change, even from the moment of her death
Her spirit was forever with me, to aid the
good and root out the evil that was in me-
felt it would grieve her gentle spirit tosee
me err, and.I could not, would not, do SO.
| was the child of her affection, / knew she
had prayed and wept over me, and that even
on the threshold Of the grave, her anxiety
for my fate had caused her spirit to linger,
that she might pray once more for me.


81 never forgot my mothers last kiss. 1t
was with me in sorrow; it was with me in
Joy; it was with me in moments of evil,
like perpetual good"