"Do you also pray to God for guidance and help."
"Aunt Hannah, I always do," said the boy, as he bade his relative good-night and went up to his loft.
Long Ishmael lay tumbling and tossing upon his restless bed. But when at length he fell asleep a heavenly dream visited him.
He dreamed that his mother, in her celestial robe, stood by his bed and breathed sweetly forth his name:
"Ishmael, my son."
And in his dream he answered:
"I am here, mother."
"Listen, my child: Put thoughts of vengeance from your soul! In this strong temptation think not what Washington, Jackson, or any of your warlike heroes would have done; think what the Prince of Peace, Christ, would have done; and do thou likewise!" And so saying, the heavenly vision vanished.