These startling disclosures brought from both of his sisters a cry of
agony. They implored him to remain, promising to exert every influence to
save him from punishment.
Ezrom's mind was firmly made up, however, and he declared that he never
would face the impending exposure. He gathered together a few articles of
clothing while his sisters followed him from room to room with painful
sobs. He was soon ready. His younger sister, Monroah, fell on his neck in
a paroxysm of grief. Ezrom could utter but a few broken words when he
essayed to bid them farewell. His favorite harp stood by his side.
"Take this, my sweet Monroah," he said, in trembling accents, "and
whenever thy hand shall strike its chords of melody remember that thou
art loved with all the strong affection of a brother's heart. And now, in
the presence of Jehovah I make the solemn vow that from this hour I shall
reform my ways."
He then kissed his beloved sisters, and, with burning brow and
tear-dimmed eyes, rushed from his father's house and away to a land of
strangers.
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