The following affecting narrative was related by a father to his son, as
a warning, from his own bitter experience of the sin of resisting a
mother's love and counsel.
What agony was on my mother's face when all that she had said and
suffered failed to move me. She rose to go home and I followed at a
distance. She spoke to me no more until she reached her own door.
"It is school time now," she said. "Go, my son, and once more let me
beseech you to think upon what I have said."
"I shan't go to school," said I.