Listen to
the voice of your mother as if speaking to you, from her grave.
_Again_, I say, 'pause and reflect.' If you have evil companions,
forsake them at once, and forever. But I trust that these sad
forebodings are needless, and that when you read these lines, you
will be all that the fond heart of a mother could desire. The Bible
and Hymn Book which I leave you belonged to my father, who was a
minister of the Church of Scotland. Is it too much for me to hope
that you will follow in the footsteps of your deceased grandparent,
and use this Bible as he did in the pulpit, as a minister of the
gospel? The locket contains the likeness of your father and myself,
taken a short time after our marriage. I commit you with many
prayers, to the care of your Heavenly Father, for I feel that the
hand of death is upon me, and that a few brief days will close my
earthly existence. My last prayer will be that my boy may so live
on earth, as to meet his mother in Heaven. My strength fails me. I
can write no more.
"From your loving, but dying mother,
"Charlotte Harwood."
CHAPTER VIII.
The reader who has got thus far in the narrative of the early life of
Earnest Harwood, will doubtless learn, with pleasure, that the letter
written by his mother, proved, under the blessing of God, the means of
his salvation.
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