The Path of Duty, and Other StoriesCaswell, Harriet S. (Harriet Sophia)
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The Path of Duty, and Other Stories
Caswell, Harriet S. (Harriet Sophia)
Country life -- Fiction; Family -- Fiction; Friendship -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction; Short stories
it was but a short time before I left Virginia; but I have been informed
by friends still residing there that he was for several years the staff
and support of his mother, of whom it might be said, 'her last days were
her best days.' After the death of his mother, as he had no living tie
to bind him to the spot, he removed to another section of country, where
he married and is now a useful and respected member of society. And now
boys," said Mrs. Knights, "allow me in conclusion to say to you all as
one, as you value your own well-being in time and eternity, be sure that
you honor and obey your parents; think of what the end of this young man
might have been, and shun his example. But I see that the hour for tea
is near at hand; and for a time I will leave you to amuse yourselves,
while I assist in preparing your tea; and if you have been interested in
my story, I may tell you another when you next pass a rainy afternoon at
our house." We all thanked the kind lady for the interesting story, and
I fear one very much hoped that the next day we chanced to pass at Mrs.
Knights' farm would prove to be rainy in the afternoon.
THE STUDENT'S DREAM.
Arthur Wilton had been for several years a student; but he was one of
the plodding sort, who make but slow progress. The principal barrier to
his improvement arose from one defect in his character; and that was the
habit in which he constantly indulged, of deploring the past, without
making any very strong efforts toward amendment in the future. He was
one evening seated in his room; a ponderous volume lay open on his
study-table, and for a time he vainly tried to fix his attention
thereon, till finally he closed the book, and leaning back in his chair,
his brows contracted, and the lines about his mouth grew tense, as if
his thoughts were anything but pleasing. As usual he was bemoaning his
misspent hours.
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