That would avail nothing.

You are but a boy, and would be restored to us in a week.

Think of the trouble you will bring upon me.

Andrew! Andrew! unless you do as I desire, you will break my heart." Giving way at this point to the pressure on her feelings, Mrs.
Howland wept bitterly; and, greatly subdued by his mother's grief, Andrew drew his arm around her neck, and wept with her.
"Go, dear," said Mrs.Howland, as soon as she had recovered herself, parting the hair upon the forehead of her boy, and pressing her lips upon it--"go, and secure your own self-approbation and my happiness, by doing as I desire.

Go, now, while your heart beats rightly.