Show DUTY how could you live with one who had wronged you sol soll because I 1 felt it my duty 7 was the tha reply if I 1 had irad forsaken him ihen then w who h 0 would have llave cared for him truo trao he had failen fallen immeasurably below mans estate lie he had hai lost his truth trull his ilia lionor and ard in more than one respect my confidence but something in III my heart beatt the voice of god said A t 13 i your duty to uphold him now and I 1 01 obeyed eyed the voice oil on his hia death bed he blessed me not only that I 1 had forgiven but had kept sacred from froin my cb children ildren lidren the knowledge of his ills guilt suppose I 1 had given way to the selfishness of ofle ofie revenge my bly household had been broken up my children disgraced and arid I 1 should I 1 have been happier today to day t duty duly is is cold and stern but she site repays tile file wor shipper at her shrine the path is sometimes soma limes harl hari to tread aud and seldom flower crowned much lucli sacrifice it calls for arld and many limes it is a rod of punishment a crown of thorns thorris a cross and nails in the hands and cruel spear thrust in the side of our desire desires but oil what abat glorious rewards bhe she gives see sat florence N laere lapre leo jeo ed with willi a thousand sorrows as the limbs and the chilling moans burdened her sense hellse of ight sg litand and hearing it was not pleasant sant to hold the shattered haud to stand and und gaze lito into gi gidai at noisome bound vo und but duy made it a holy task the blek kick r seeli g her lier pas pass kisded her shadow biti ilis ills grateful ill lit s as it h fell hii 11 upon his ilis 1 I I lom and in how many hearts ber her name awakens such fuch emot emoi emotions lons ions that it can call not be spoken but with aith tears of grated grateful ul jo i sad must be the fate apil ard burdened the tile conscience of one who sacr cices duty duly lightly on tila ilia alar altar of any passion or desire the mother who I 1 leaves eaves her children chil dien dren at the cail coil of fashion or f rivo ily f forfeits orie to I 1 lie the sacred joys ol 01 home her recompense pen e will come coma in lit after years when the fruits of her neglect lifted bi bilig it g bitter soi sot row and it is all tob late to retrace the fatal path A thousand years of triumph in end vanity would not compensate for one hour inis misspend misspent mis spent cit rit and the calm caim sweet triumph that reigns I 1 int intha a heart when it can call look back upon duties nobly performed repays for years of self d nial ages ot of grief and sorrow lay down the scealie of childish selfishness your life ilfe lir tobo to be a merry farce that shall make all smile who look upon it come t a I 1 to Ii Allowed hallowed duty herb herp with a loyal ani aal ind heroic beart heart bind ye your lives boston olive branch if A D |