Alexandria Gazette

"I CANNOT STAND THAT."-And what could not the sailor "stand!" He had stood the beating of many a storm. Often had he mounted up to heaven and gone down again to the depths. Many a time had his soul been melted because of trouble. Yet he has rode out the storm; trod the billowy deep boldly, and given his troubles to the winds. But now he meets something which he "cannot stand." What is it? He can stand the perils of a shore. He can bear being a night and a day in the deep. He can buffet the hardest gale that ever blew off the "Horn." He can do and endure more severe labor and hardship than any other man; but now he knocks under. It is the picture, on the cover of a tract, of a woman teaching a child. "O, said he," I cannot stand that; it reminds me of my poor dear mother; it is just the way she used to teach me; but she is gone;" and he burst into tears.

Mother! there are no human teachings like your own. Call your boy to your side, and give him instructions warm from a mother's heart.. And should that boy break away from his home, and become a rover on the deep, some little incident may recall the scenes of his early years-- He, too, may be reminded of his "poor dear mother," who used to call him to her side, and tell him about Jesus Christ and the way to eternal life.-Sailor's Magazine.