Two days since, one of my boys had been behaving badly all the
afternoon. I think I spoke to him three times during the session, and
it seemed to have no effect; so when five o'clock came, I told him
I would see him after school. When the other scholars had left, I
went and sat down by him, and talked to him a short time. Among other
things, I told him that I could not teach a boy who would do so badly,
and that I wanted him to kneel down with me, and I would ask the Lord
to watch over him after I had to give him up. He was crying very hard,
and we knelt down together. When I came to that part of my prayer,
he screamed out, "O Lord! don't let Miss Lucy turn me out of school.
_Please_, Lord, don't let her! I know I have been a bad boy, but I
won't do so any more. Oh! help her to forgive me. O Jesus! I love to
come to school! do forgive me for being so wicked!" Of course I forgave
him. He has given me no trouble since, and I do not think he will.
--_Am. Freedman._