“Father, only look at him—do but hear him!”
For a moment the conflict in that father’s bosom almost shook his frame with emotion. At first he turned away, refusing to see his boy; but in every line of his agitated face might be seen the struggle betwixt affection for his son and his sense of injury. Nature at length triumphed; he suffered himself to be led towards the penitent, and the next moment the members of the re-united family were sobbing alternately in each other’s arms.
R.
MY MOTHER’S BIBLE.
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BY GEORGE P. MORRIS.
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This book is all that’s left me now!—
Tears will unbidden start—