Burke's weekly for boys and girls. (Macon, Ga.) 1867-1870, November 06, 1869, Image 1

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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1869, by J. W. Bukkk Sc Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia. VOL. Ill—No. IQ. Written for Burke’s Weekly SALLIE’S LITTLE PRAYER. «»00D night, mamma,” said little Sallie,” and she put her arms around her mother’s neck and kissed her. “Good night, my dar ling. But before you go, you must not forget your little prayer.” “No, mamma,” said the little one. And she knelt at her mother’s knee, and said: ‘‘Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep : If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. And this I ask for Jesus’ sake. Amen.” Another “goodnight” kiss to mamma, and the little head was soon laid on its pillow. Do all the little readers of the Weekly say their prayers at night, thanking the good Lord for all the mercies of the day past, and asking His blessing and protection for the night? \V r e hope so. The Saviour loved little child ren while He was on the earth, and He loves to lis ten to their prayers as they ascend to His throne on high. “Yes, He has said, ‘Forbid them not; Let children come to me I hear Thy voice, and now, dear Lord, I come Thy child to be.” Aunt EJJie. When hearts are filled with holy affec tions, and home is happy, then do the young dwell in a charmed circle, which only the naturally depraved would seek to quit, and across which boundary temptations to error shine out but feebly. MACON, GEORGIA, NOVEMBER 6, 1869. TRUTH STRANGER THAN FICTION. ' YOUNG man ran away from was strong and vigorous, and soon made his way across the country and escaped pursuit. He arrived the next morning before a cottage, in an open field, and stopped to beg some thing to eat and get refuge, while he re posed a little. But he found the in mates of the cottage in the greatest distress. Four little children sat trem bling in the corner, their mother was weeping and tearing her hair, and the father walked the floor in agony. The galley slave asked what was the matter, and the father replied that they were that morning to be turned out of doors, because they could not pay the rent. “ You see me driven to despair,” said the father ; “ my wife and little children without food or shelter, and I without means to provide any for them.” “ I will give you the means. I have but just escaped from the galleys. W ho ever secures and takes back an escaped prisoner is entitled to a reward of fifty francs. How much is the amount of your rent?” “ Forty francs,” answered the father. Whole No. 123. “ Well,” said the other, “ put a cord around my body. I will follow you to the city, where they will recognize me, and you will get fifty francs for bringing me back.” “No, never!” exclaimed the aston ished listener ; “ my children should starve before I would do so base a thing.” The generous young man insisted, and declared at last that he would go and give himself up if the fath er would not consent to take him. After a long struggle the latter yielded, and, taking his preserver by the arm, led him to the city, and to the mayor's office. Every body was surprised that an old man like the father should be able to capture such a strong young fel low ; but the proof was before them. The fifty francs were paid, and the prisoner sent back to the galleys. But after he w r as gone, the old man asked a private inter view with the mayor, to whom he told the whole story. The mayor was so much affected that he not only added fifty francs more to the father’s purse, but wrote immediately to the Minister of Justice, beg ging the noble young pris oner’s release. The Minister examined into the affair, and finding that it was comparatively a small offence which had condemned the young man to the gal leys, and that he had already served out his time, ordered his release. Is not the whole incident beautiful ? — We may live in a crowd, but we must die alone. Friends and ministers can accompany us to the pass; no one, from experience, can tell us wdiat it is die.