The mother knew it
wouldn't do to try to keep the boy when her husband had ordered him
away, so she drew him to her bosom and kissed him, and bid him good-by.
He went to his brothers and sisters and kissed them good-by. When he
came to the door his father was there and the little fellow reached out
his hand--"Good-by, father; as long as I live I will pray for you," and
left the house. He hadn't been gone many minutes when the father rushed
after him. "My boy, if that is religion, if it can drive you away from
father and mother and home; I want it." Yes, may be some little boy here
to-night has got a drinking father and mother. Lift your voice to
heaven, and the news will be carried up to heaven, "He prays."
GOLD.
-- The drunkard, the open blasphemer, the worst sinners, are precisely
the ones that need Jesus most. The well don't need Him at all.
-- There is many a gem in these billiard halls that only needs the way
pointed out to fill their souls with the love of Christ.
LIBERTY.
Old Samba and "Massa."
A friend of mine said he was down in Natchez before the war, and he and
a friend of his went out riding one Saturday--they were teaching school
through the week--and they drove out back from Natchez.
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