Oh! what do we not owe to a good God for His mercy towards us all?
Tom, dear, I am glad to see you at home; you must not go out again." "Oh, mother dear," said his sister, kissing him, and bursting into tears, "Tom's dying!" "What's this ?" exclaimed his mother--"death's in my boy's face!" He raised his head gently, and, looking at her, replied, with a faint smile-- "No, mother, I will not go out any more; I will be good at last--it's time for me." At this moment old Dalton and the rest of the family entered the house, but were not surprised at finding Mary and her mother in tears; for they supposed, naturally enough, that the tears were tears of joy for the old man's acquittal.

Mrs.Dalton raised her hand to enjoin silence; and then, pointing to her son, said-- "We must keep quiet for a little." They all looked upon the young man, and saw, that death, immediate death, was stamped upon his features, gleamed wildly out of his eyes, and spoke in his feeble and hollow voice.
"Father," said he, "let me kiss you, or come and kiss me.

Thank God for what has happened this day.

Father," he added, looking up into the old man's face, with an expression of unutterable sorrow and affection--"father, I know I was wild; but I will be wild no more.

I was wicked, too; but I will be wicked no more.