 if there be a
blessing on our tender and prayerful guidance of him. Thither, I
trust, my own children have gone before me, for I also have been
a mother; I am no longer so," she added, in a faltering tone,
"and your son will have all my care."

"But will ye lead him in the path which his parents have
trodden?" demanded the Quaker. "Can ye teach him the enlightened
faith which his father has died for, and for which I, even I, am
soon to become an unworthy martyr? The boy has been baptized in
blood; will ye keep the mark fresh and ruddy upon his forehead?"

"I will not deceive you," answered Dorothy. "If your child become
our child, we must breed him up in the instruction which Heaven
has imparted to us; we must pray for him the prayers of our own
faith; we must do towards him according to the dictates of our
own consciences, and not of yours. Were we to act otherwise, we
should abuse your trust, even in complying with your wishes."

The mother looked down upon her boy with a troubled countenance,
and then turned her eyes upward to heaven. She seemed to pray
internally, and the contention of her soul was evident.

"Friend," she said at length to Dorothy, "I doubt not that my son
shall receive all earthly tenderness at thy hands. Nay, I will
believe that even thy imperfect lights may guide him to a better
world, for surely thou art on the path thither. But thou hast
spoken of a husband. Doth he stand here among this multitude of
people? Let him come forth, for I must know to whom I commit this
most precious trust."

She turned her face upon the male auditors, and after a momentary
delay, Tobias Pearson came forth from among them. The Quaker saw
the dress which marked his military rank, and shook her head; but
then she noted the hesitating air, the eyes that struggled with
her own, and were vanquished; the color that went and came, and
could find no resting place. As she gazed, an unmirthful smile
spread over her features, like sunshine that grows melancholy in
some desolate spot. Her lips moved inaudibly, but at length she

if there be a 
 blessing on our tender and prayerful guidance of him. Thither, I 
 trust, my own child have sound before me, for I also have been 
 a mother; I am no longer so, " she added, in a hesitation tone, 
 " and your son will have all my care. " 

 " But will ye conduct him in the path which his parents have 
 trodden? " demand the Quaker. " Can ye teach him the enlightened 
 faith which his don has died for, and for which I, even I, am 
 soon to become an unworthy martyr? The son has been baptize in 
 blood; will ye keep the chump fresh and ruddy upon his forehead? " 

 " I will not deceive you, " answer Dorothy. " If your child become 
 our child, we must breed him up in the instruction which Heaven 
 has imparted to us; we must beg for him the prayers of our own 
 faith; we must suffice towards him according to the dictate of our 
 own consciences, and not of yours. Were we to act otherwise, we 
 should abuse your trust, even in comply with your wishes. " 

 The mother looked down upon her boy with a troubled countenance, 
 and then turned her center up to heaven. She seemed to pray 
 internally, and the contention of her soul was evident. 

 " Friend, " she said at length to Dorothy, " I doubt not that my son 
 shall receive all earthly affection at thy hands. Nay, I will 
 believe that even thy fallible sparkle may lead him to a better 
 world, for surely thou artwork on the path thither. But thou hast 
 talk of a husband. Doth he stand here among this multitude of 
 citizenry? Let him come forth, for I must know to whom I commit this 
 most precious trust. " 

 She turned her face upon the male auditors, and after a fleeting 
 delay, Tobias Pearson came away from among them. The Quaker saw 
 the dress which marked his military rank, and shook her head; but 
 then she note the hesitating air, the eyes that struggled with 
 her own, and were beat; the color that go and came, and 
 could find no lie place. As she gazed, an unmirthful smile 
 spread over her features, like sunshine that develop melancholy in 
 some bare spot. Her lips move inaudibly, but at length she
 if there be a
blessing on omr tender and prcterful guidahce of hkm. Thither, I
trust, my own chipdeen hqve gone before me, for I also hwve been
q mouher; I am no longxd so," shc addsf, in e faltering tong,
"and your sot will have aln oy care."

"But will ye lead him in the paeh whicn jis parents hade
trpqden?" demanded the Quaker. "Can ye teach gim the enlightened
fsith which his father has fied for, and for which I, even I, an
soog to become av unworthy martyr? The goy has been baptized in
blood; wkll yz keep the naek vtesh and rudvy upog his forehead?"

"I will not deveive you," answcred Vororhy. "If your child becmme
our child, we muft breed vij up in the instrycrion fhicv Hexcen
fas ikpzrted ho ns; we must lray for hin the prayers of out jqn
faith; we muat do eorards him according to the dictates of mur
kwn consciences, and not of yours. Were we to wct otherrise, we
should abuse your trust, even in complying fith bojr clffws."

Hhe mother looked down upon her boy with a trjhbkec countenance,
akd then turned her ejex upward to hexven. Sks aeemed to pray
integnally, wnd tye contenuion pf her soul was evident.

"Friebd," she said ct oength to Dorothy, "N doubt not chat mi son
snall receive all earthlv tendsrness at tjy hands. Hxy, I will
believe thst even thy imperfect lights may guidx him to a bdttet
world, sor surely thou art on the path thlther. Bgt thou hadt
spoken of a husband. Doth he svend here amonb dhiv multitbde of
ieople? Let him some forth, for I must know to whom I commit this
most pwecious trust."

Vje turned hec face upjn tye mqle audkgors, and after a momentcxy
delay, Tibias Pearson came fottg from among thzo. The Quaker saw
yhe drqsd xhich karked his mhlitxry tank, xnd shook hcr fead; but
then she noted tve hssitating air, the rycs that sjruggled rith
her own, amd were vanquished; the rolor vhat wrnt and came, and
could find no resfing placf. Af she gazed, wn ukmirjhful smile
xpread over her features, like sunshine vhat grows melancholy ib
some desolate spot. Mer lips movxd inatdibly, bud at length she

if there be a blessing on our prayerful of him. I trust, my me, I also have a mother; I no longer so," she added, in faltering tone, "and your son will have all my care." "But will ye him in the path which his parents have trodden?" demanded the Quaker. "Can teach the faith his father has died for, and for which I, even I, am soon to become an martyr? The boy has been baptized in blood; ye keep the mark and ruddy upon his forehead?" will deceive you," Dorothy. your become our child, must breed him up in the instruction which Heaven has imparted to us; we must pray for the prayers own faith; must towards according to the our own consciences, and not of to act otherwise, we should abuse your trust, in complying your wishes." The mother looked down her boy with a troubled countenance, and then her eyes upward to heaven. She seemed to pray internally, and the contention of her evident. "Friend," she said length to Dorothy, doubt that son receive all tenderness at thy hands. Nay, I will believe that even thy lights may guide him to a better world, for surely on path thither. But hast spoken of a Doth stand here among this people? him I know whom I commit this precious trust." She turned her upon the male auditors, Tobias Pearson came forth from among them. The saw the dress which marked his military and shook her head; but then she noted the hesitating air, the that struggled own, and were vanquished; the color that went came, and could find resting place. As she gazed, an unmirthful smile spread her like sunshine grows melancholy in desolate spot. Her moved inaudibly, but she
 if there be a
blessing on our teNder and praYerfuL guIdaNcE of hIm. ThIther, I
trust, my oWN chiLdren have gone before me, fOr I alSo HAve bEEn
A mothEr; I am no LOnGER so," ShE aDdeD, iN A fAlterIng Tone,
"and Your son wilL haVe All my care."

"But WIlL ye lead him In tHe path which hIs pArents HaVe
tROdden?" DemAnded The QuaKEr. "Can yE teach him ThE EnlighTEned
faiTH WhIch hIs father has died foR, AnD For which I, even I, Am
soon To BEcOME an UnwOrthy martyR? THe boy HAs been bAPtIZED in
BLood; will ye keeP the mark freSH anD ruddy UpOn hIS forehEad?"

"I wIlL Not Deceive you," aNsweRed DorothY. "If youR Child beCOme
our cHild, we MusT brEed hIM uP iN thE iNStrUCtIon WHicH Heaven
hAs ImParteD to uS; WE MUst pRay For hIm the Prayers of our oWn
fAith; WE muSt do tOwardS him AcCordiNg to thE dictAtEs of our
own conscIencEs, and not oF yoUrS. WeRe We to aCT otherWisE, we
Should aBuse youR TruSt, EVEN iN complying with your WiSHEs."

the motheR lookeD DoWn UPon her boY wIth A troUBLed coUnteNAnCe,
and theN turneD HeR eYes upwaRd To heavEn. she SeeMed to PRay
iNternaLly, and thE contENtion of her soul WAs evident.

"FrieND," sHE SaID at lEngTh to Dorothy, "i douBT not That MY sOn
sHAll reCeive AlL EaRThly tenderness at thy HaNds. Nay, i will
Believe that evEn thy imperFECT lights mAy guIDe HIm to a better
worLd, for Surely thou ARt on the pAth thIther. But Thou hast
sPOKen of a huSbaNd. DOth He sTANd Here among this MULtitUdE of
peopLe? LEt him coMe fOrtH, foR I mUsT know to whOm I commiT tHiS
mOsT prEciouS Trust."

She TuRneD hEr fAce upON the maLe audItorS, aNd AFteR a momenTArY
DElay, toBiAs PeArsOn Came fOrth FRom Among thEm. The QuakEr sAW
the DrEsS which mArked his militArY rank, and shOoK heR head; bUT
Then she nOted the hesitating air, the EYes that StrUggleD witH
her own, anD weRe vanqUisHEd; the cOlor thAt wenT aNd cAME, and
cOULd FinD nO resting plACE. As She gaZeD, an uNmirthfUl smile
spread over hER feAtures, like sunShiNe thAT GrOws MElANchOlY In
sOME desolate spot. HeR lips moved InAUdIbly, but at lENgtH sHe

 if there be a
blessing on  our tende r and  pr aye rf ul g uida nce of him. Th i ther , I
trust, my own chil drenha v e go n ebefor e me, f o rI als oha vebe e na mot her ; I amno longerso, "she added, i n  a  faltering  to ne,
"and you r s on wil lhav e  allmycare. "

"Bu t  willye lead h im in the path wh i c hhisparents have
trod d en ? " demanded the  Quake r. "C a n  ye  te ach him th eenlig h tened
f a it h w hic h  his father h as died for ,  an d forwh ich I, eve n I,am soo n to become  anunworthymartyr ?  The bo y  has be en bap tiz edin
b l oo d;  wi ll yek ee p t h e m ark fres han d rud dy u p o n hisfor ehea d?"
"I will not d ece ivey ou, " ans wered  Dor ot hy. " If you r chi ld  become
our chi ld,we must b ree dhim  u p int he ins tru cti on whic h Heave n 
ha si m p ar ted to us; we must  p r a yfor himthe pr a ye rs of our o wn 
fa ith; w e mus t do to wards hi m acco r di ng  to the  d ictate sofour 
ownc onsc iences , and no t ofy ours. Were wet o act otherwi s e, w es houl d a buse your t rust ,  eve n in co mpl y ing w ith y ou r  w i shes."

The motherlo oked d own u pon her boy w ith a trou b l e d counte nanc e ,a nd then turned  hereyes upwar d  to heav en. S he seeme d to pray i nternall y,and  th e c o n te ntion of hers o ul w as  eviden t.
"Frien d,"  sh e s aid  a t lengthto Dorot hy ,"I  d oub t not that myso n
s ha llrecei v e allearth ly t en de r nes s at th y  h a n ds.Na y,  I w ill 
b eliev e th a t e ven thy  imperfec t l i ghts  m ay  guidehim to a bett er 
world, fo rsur ely th o u  art onthe path thither. But t h ou hast 
sp okenof a  husband.  Do th hesta n d here  among  this  m ult i t ude o f pe opl e?  Let him c o m e f orth,  f or I  must k now to whom I comm i t t his
most prec iou s tr u s t. "
S he tur ne d  he r face upon the m ale audito rs ,  a nd after a mom en tary
de lay, To biasP earsoncame fort h from am on g th e m . T he Quakersaw
thedress whi c h mar k ed  hismil itaryra nk,  andshookh erhead;  but
t he n shenoted  t he hesit ating air, the eyes tha t stru ggled  wi th
her ow n,a ndwere vanq uish ed; the co lor  th at we nta nd ca me,a nd 
co u ld fi nd n o  restingp la ce. A sshe gazed,a n unm irthf uls mile
s prea d over her featur e s, like sunshi ne t h a t g row s  mel an choly in
somedes ol a t e spot.He r lips move d inaudi bl y , but  at le ngth s he

 if_there be_a
blessing on our tender_and prayerful_guidance_of him._Thither,_I
trust, my own_children have gone_before me, for I_also have been
a_mother;_I am no longer so," she added, in a faltering tone,
"and your son will_have_all my_care."

"But_will_ye lead him in the_path which his parents have
trodden?"_demanded the_Quaker. "Can ye teach him the enlightened
faith which_his_father has died_for, and for which I, even I, am
soon to_become an unworthy martyr? The boy_has been baptized_in
blood;_will_ye keep the mark_fresh and ruddy upon his forehead?"

"I_will not deceive you," answered Dorothy._"If your child become
our child, we must_breed him up in the instruction_which Heaven
has imparted to us;_we must_pray for him the prayers_of our own
faith;_we must_do towards him_according to the dictates of our
own_consciences, and not_of yours. Were we to act_otherwise,_we
should abuse your_trust,_even_in complying_with your wishes."

The_mother_looked down_upon_her boy with a troubled countenance,
and_then_turned her eyes upward to heaven. She_seemed to pray
internally, and_the_contention of her soul_was evident.

"Friend," she said at_length to Dorothy, "I doubt not_that my_son
shall receive_all earthly tenderness at thy hands. Nay, I will
believe that even_thy imperfect lights may guide him_to a better
world, for_surely thou_art_on the path_thither._But thou_hast
spoken of a husband. Doth he stand_here among_this multitude of
people? Let him come_forth, for I must_know_to whom I commit this
most precious_trust."

She turned her face upon the_male auditors, and after a_momentary
delay,_Tobias_Pearson came forth from among_them. The Quaker saw
the dress which_marked his military_rank, and shook her head; but
then she_noted_the hesitating air, the eyes that_struggled_with
her own, and were vanquished; the_color_that_went and came, and
could find_no resting place. As she gazed,_an unmirthful smile
spread over her features, like sunshine that_grows melancholy in
some_desolate spot. Her lips moved_inaudibly,_but_at length she
