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    A MAETYEDOM. 181

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    Arthur threw his arms round her neck , and then said , poor child ! " I will try not to disgrace dear mother . " Up to this moment

    we had all sat motionless in you dull , bewilderment , staring senselessly with fixed gaze at him but now we rose with one cry and threw

    ourselves on the beloved youth . Oh what a wail echoed through that house of lamentation ! The less mother sat like a thing of

    nap stone : then a yet more ashy hue settled on her countenance , an understanding of the affair seemed to break upon her , and she sat up .

    Kissing her fair son , she said , slowly and with difficulty , " Thou art the grown Christian to-dayArthurI the child : I have left it to

    , my , thy tender years to bear up under this—this task ! Please the Lord , I will do so no longer . Let not the enemy find us unprepared ; let

    not any failure of ours mar the good work this dear child is about to knees perform ! Let us till pray holdin . " her We son all fas mechanicall t by the hand y dropped . One mi on ghty our

    ferven , t my cry for y help from heaven g had gone up from her lips , when , we were violently startled by a loud blast of trumpets close at hand ,

    shaking the very windows . The soldiers and their officers were all drawn up on the grass outside . We sprang to our feet—all but my

    lady , who still knelt in breathless prayer . Had all this been but five minutes of sace ?

    p _# * * * _** * * . Master Arthur knelt down before his revered mother . " Bless

    you wonderfu , God l bless firmness you of , my voice deares : " G t child hat h " said lessed she thee solemnl ! thoug y , h with the

    y som ounges ething t of seemed all , thou to choke t the firs her t . She tyr folded of our house him in , thou a long — " , Here long

    embrace , then gently put him from her , and walked steadily towards where we all stood weeping . " Do not look at me , dear mother , "

    cried Master Arthur ; " turn away your eyes a moment—it will soon be over . " " Dost thou wish to cheat me of a sight of thy glory

    , my son ? " returned sne quickly . She turned towards the officer in command , and said , " Yes , gentlemen , you little know the honour inflict

    you the mi are ghty conferring , glorious throug honour h the ! O brief h , , Gracious fleeting , pain Almig you hty can God ! art , Thou about to permit a child of mine to testify of Thee , and glorify Thee on the earth ? What are our poor drops of blood and

    labouring breath in view of this ? Oh my son , can I weep to see thee kindle a light in the benighted hearts of these thy murderers they

    may never quench , scoff as they will ? Haste , blessed of the Lord , " to crie be d enrolled she , rapt beyond the hers bri elf , ht her army face of and Saints form having kindling outs ; tri " haste pped

    thy years : haste among to become g a watchword in , the doing of every godly deed , henceforth , until the Day of Judgment ; a mark in

    every righteous race ! I rejoice , I— " The blessed lady all at once faltered here , turned sick , and suddenly sat down . I looked

    narrowly at her , and then saw how it was : they were _t > ointirjg their

    A Maetyedom. 181

    A MAETYEDOM . 181

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), May 1, 1858, page 181, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01051858/page/37/