intervening space of silence and of tears fond memories of a sweet and
patient mother. I cannot remember when she began to talk to me of Jesus
nor read to me the word of God. I remember well when she taught me how
to read, and the old-fashioned blue back spelling-book is as plainly
before me now as in those long past days. But, long before that, I had
heard her read the Bible and raise her voice in prayer for all whom she
loved. And to-day those memories live when a thousand busy scenes of
after life lie dead. And when old age comes on—if God should spare me to
be old—the memory of my mother’s words and her reverential prayers will
be the brightest of all the joys that shall light up the evening of my
life.
THE END.
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Footnote 1:
Published in the Voice of the Negro.
Footnote 2:
Published in Lippincott’s Magazine.
Footnote 3:
Published in Lippincott’s Magazine.
Footnote 4:
Published in Lippincott’s.
Footnote 5:
Published in Lippincott’s.
Footnote 6:
Published in The World’s Work.
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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
1. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.
2. Retained anachronistic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as
printed.
3. Footnotes have been re-indexed using numbers and collected together
at the end of the last chapter.
4. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.