My son, oh, if you ever loved me, listen to me now, they may be the last words you will ever hear from your mother's lips.

I implore, I beseech you to turn from your evil courses, Alfred!" and she suddenly sunk at his feet, the mother before the son.

So devoted, so fervid was the love with which she regarded him, that had she been told, that to lure him to virtue her own life must be the forfeit, willingly at that moment would she have died.

She continued with an eloquence of such beseeching tenderness, it would have seemed none could have heard it unmoved.

"Alfred, your mother kneels to you, your own mother.