. Echoes from the pulpit and platform : or, Living truths for head and heart ; illustrated by upwards of five hundred thrilling anecdotes and incidents, personal experiences, touching home scenes, and stories of tender pathos drawn from the bright and shady sides of life. ld outhis hand to shake hands with him, and said: You have a son Joseph, have you not? When the father heard that, he withdrew his hand, and said : If you have come to talk about that worthless vagabond,I want you to leave the house. He is no son of mine. Yes, he is your son now, but he will not be yours long,Mr. Dorset quiet
. Echoes from the pulpit and platform : or, Living truths for head and heart ; illustrated by upwards of five hundred thrilling anecdotes and incidents, personal experiences, touching home scenes, and stories of tender pathos drawn from the bright and shady sides of life. ld outhis hand to shake hands with him, and said: You have a son Joseph, have you not? When the father heard that, he withdrew his hand, and said : If you have come to talk about that worthless vagabond,I want you to leave the house. He is no son of mine. Yes, he is your son now, but he will not be yours long,Mr. Dorset quietly said. Is he sick ? said the father. Yes, said Mr. Dorset, he is dying. I havent cometo ask you for money, for I will see that he has a decent have only come to ask you to forgive him ? Forgive him ! forgive him ! cried the father, I wouldhave forgiven him long ago if I thought .he wanted me to. Doyou know where he is ? Yes, he is over in the East End. Can you take me to him ? Yes. The father ordered his carriage, and they were soon on theway. When they reached the tenement house, he said: Did you find my boy here? Yes. Oh ! if I had only known he wanted mc to, I would havetaken him home long ago. When the father entered the squalid room he could hardly. K()R(;iven. 135 recognize his lonj^-lost son. He hent over and kissed first thing the boy said was : Father, can you forgive me ? I would have forgiven you long, long ago, my son, if Ihad only known you wanted me to. Let me take you home. No, father, I am too far gone, I am dying; but I can diehappy in this garret, now that I know, you have forgiven I think God, for Christs sake, has forgiven me. In a little while he breathed his last, and out of that darkgarret, from a wretched bed of straw, his soul rose up into thekingdom of CHAPTER II. THE PRODIGAL SON. A Noble Character — Seven Cliildren, and No Two Alike — A JollyFellow — A Father Who was a Little Soft — Trying to Borrowa Dollar —
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