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Title: The boy's book
Year: 1850 (1850s)
Authors: Sigourney, L. H. (Lydia Howard), 1791-1865
Subjects: Readers
Publisher: New York : R. Carter & Brothers
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library

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r-ed in a tone scarcely audible, brother! brother! That word, opened the tender memories of otheryears. They hastened to welcome the wanderer,and to mingle their tears with his. Sister, brother,I have come home to die. They found him toomuch exhausted to converse, and after giving himcomfortable food, induced him to retire to rest. The next morning, he was unable to rise. Theysat by his bedside, and soothed his worn heart withkindness, and told him the simple narrative of thechanges in the neighbourhood, and what had befallenthem, in their quiet abode. I have had many troubles, said he, but nonehave bowed me down, like the sin of leaving home,to be a soldier, without the knowledge of my parents,and against their will. I have felt the pain ofwounds, but there is nothing like the sting of con-science. I have endured hunger, and thirst, and imprison-ment, and the misery of sickness in an enemysland; and then the image of my home, and my dis-obedience, and ingratitude, were with me when I
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?HE SOLDIERS RETURN. JOHN AND JAMES WILLIAMS. 135 lay down, and when I rose up, and when I wassleepless and sick in the neglected hospitals. In broken visions, I would see my dear motherbending tenderly over me, as she used to do, when Ihad only a head-ache; and my father with thegreat Bible in his hand, reading as he used to dobefore prayer; but when I cried out in agony, Iam no more worthy to be called thy son, I awoke,and it was all a dream. His brother assured him of the perfect forgivenessof his parents, and that duly, at morn, and eve, hewas borne upon their supplications, at the familyaltar, as the son erring, yet beloved. Ah, yes, andthose prayers followed me. But for them I shouldhave been a reprobate, forsaken both of God andman. As strength permitted, he told them the story ofhis wanderings. He had been in battles, on landand sea. He had heard the deep ocean echo to the can-nons thunder, and seen earth drink the red showerfrom the bosoms of her slaughtered sons. He had stoo

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