Fremont weekly freeman. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1850-1853, 1850-08-03
From the CaxtOn.
Story of The broken FlORer-pOt.

mischief, and told the truth about it. From
that time first date the hour when felt that
loved my father and knew that he loved me
from that time, too, he began to conUerse with
me. He would no longer, if be met me in the
garden, pass by me with smile andnod he
would stop, put his book in his pocket, and
though his talk was often above my eompre-
hension, STILL somehow felt happier and better
and less of an infant when thought oyerit and
tried to puzEel out the meanings for he had a
way of suggesting not teaching quitting things
into my head, and then leaving them to work
out their own problems. Not long after this
Mr.. Squills made me present far exceeding
in value those usually bestowed on children;
it was large domino-box in cut ivory, painted
and gilt This domino-box was my delight
was never weary playing at dominoes with
Mr.. Primmins, and l slept with the box under
my pillow. "Ah," said my father, one day
when he found me raging the parallelograms
in the parlor-"ah, you like that better than
your playthings eh ?'' "Oh, yes, papa" "You
would be very sorry ifyour mamma was to
throw that box out of the window and break
it, for fun ?" looked beseeching at my father
and made no answer.
%But, perhaps you would be very glad,'' be
you read of could change the domino-box into
beautiful geranium, in a beautiful blue and
white flower pot, and that you could have all
the pleasure of putting it on your mammals
window sill?" Indeed would, said half
crying my dear boy, I believe you; but good
wishes, don't mend bad actions; but good sc-
tions mend bad actions" So saying, he shut
the door and went out cannot tell you how
puzzled ! was to make out what my father
meant by his aphorism. But know that 1
played at dominoes no more that day. The
next morning my father found me seated by
myself under tree in the garden; he paused,
and looked at me with his grave, bright eyes
very steadily. "My boy, !" said he, 81 am going
to walk To-, Ia town about two miles off,
will you come? and by-the-bye, fetch your
domino box; should like to show it to per-
son there. ran in for the box, and, not a
little proud of walking with my father upon
the high road, we set out. "Papa. said l by
the way, "there are no FAIRIES now" "What
then my child ?''
"Why, how then can my domino-box be
changed into geranium and blue and white
hower-pot?' %
"My DEAR" said my father leaning his hand
on my shoulder, everybody who is in earnest
to be good, carries two fairies about with him.
one here" and he touched my heart, "and one
here,n and he touched my forehead. "I don't
understand, papa" Il can wait till you do,
Pisistratus."
Ny father stopped at nursery gardeners
and after looking over the flowers, paused be-
fore a large double geranium
"Ah this is finer than that which your mann
! e L.. Al,
@Only Is. 6, said the gardener. My father
buttoned up his pocket Il can't afford it to-
day." said he, gently, and we walked out
On entering the town we stopped again at a
china-ware- house. "Have you flower-pot like
that l bought some months ago." Adhere is
one marked IS Cd. Yes that is the price
Well, when your mammals birthday comes
again, we must buy her another. That is
some months to wait And we car wait Master
Sisty, For truth, that blooms all the year
round. is better than poor geranium; and a
word that is never broken, is better than a
piece of delf" Ny head which had dropped
before, rose again, but the rush of Joy at my
heart almost stihed me. II have called topay
your little biil,'' said my father, entering the
shop of one of those fancy stationers common
in country towns, and who sell all kinds of
pretty toys and nick-nacks; sand by the way
he added, as the smiling shopman looked over
his books for the entry, 81 think my little boy
here can show you much more handsome
specimen of French workmanship than that
work box which you enticed Mrs. Caxton into
rafting for last winter. Show your domino box
my dear" Iproduced my treasure, and the
shopman was liberal in his commendations.-
at is always well, my boy, to know what a
thing is worth in case one wishes to part with
it; if my young gentleman gets tired of his
plaything, what viii you give him for it ?'-
"Why, sir, said the shopman, 81 fear we could
not afford to give more than eightesn shillings
for it unless the young gentleman took some
of these pretty things in exchange"
Eighteen shillings !'' said my father. You
would give that Well, my boy, whenever
you do grow tired of your box, you have my
leave to sell it"
Ny father paid his bill and went out. !
fingered behind few moments, and joined him
at the end of the street "Papa, papa!" !
cried clapping my hands, I'VE can buy the
geranium, we can buy the aower-pot and I
pulled handful of silver from my pockets
''Did not say right?" said my father passing
his handkerchief orer his eyes "you have
found the two fairies!" Oh how proud, how
overjoyed was, when after placing the vase
and flowers on the window sill, plucked my
mother by the grown, and made her follow
me to the spot. at is his doings and his
money" said my father; good actions have
mended the bad" 'Whatl cried my mother,
when she had learned all, "and your poor do
mmo-box that you were so fond of We will
go back tomorrow, and buy it back, if it costs
us double.'' "Shall we buy it back, Pisistra-
tus? ?" "Oh, no, no, no! it would spoil alI!,''
cried, burying my face on my fathers
breast. my wife, said my father solemnly.
"this is my first lesson to our child. the san6ti-
ty and the happiness of selfsacrifce: undo
not what it would teach to his dying day
And this is the story of the broken fiower-pot
N The Washington Union of the 21st
July, in speaking of President Fillmore's cab
met says
"This Cabinet is well balanced, according
to its sectional relations; the President him
self and three of his cabinet-viz: Messrs