American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1851, 1851-06-18

word of anger escaped from her pale lips She
felt she was the guilty cause of all her trouble.
little forethought, little self-denial, little
discipline of temper, and all had been well.
1t was long time ere she yentured to sit
down and rock the children, and they did not
soon close their eyes in sleep. They would start
and scream then draw back such long sighs,
that the tears which trembled in the mothers
eyes would food her cheeks.
When, at last, they rested in sweet calm
sumber, she was at loss how to put them down
to release her weary arms, without the risk of
new confusion. There was no one whom she
could call upon for aid. No one? Yes, there
was the little trembling creature whose tender
skin still smarted with the chastisement of an
angry mother.
Lizzie" called the mother, after q long
while, in very low, gentle tone.
The child was quickly beside her.
Bring your little chair and sit down close
to me and see If you can draw the baby on your
lap without waking him."
Lizzie did as directed, and the babe was soon
clasped to her heart, her lips breathing childish
words of affection over its unconscious form.
Very carefully did Mrs Lee lay down her
little Willie, and for some moments she sat be-
side him, smoothing gently his fair brow, twin
ing his golden locks around her fingers, and
pressing the softest and sweetest of kisses upon
his still lips.
Then going to Lizzie, she took from her
arms the sleeping babe, and placing it in the
cradle, bent over it, whispering the fondest
terms of endearment. ~. ..=
Sitting down beside it, she covered her face,
and thought grew busy. By-and-by Lizzie stole
quietly to the chair, knelt beside it, and buried
her head in her mothers lap. Mrs. Lees hands
toyed with the soft brown curls that fell over it
in such rich profusion, and several times pushed
them off the forehead, when the child felt the
mute pressure of her lips. For some time both
were silent. At length Lizzie looked timidly
up, saying, in n touching voice,
81 am so sorry, mother, made you SO nuc
trouble. I'll try and never be thirsty agal
when you are reading" ... .........
The mothers heart started she drew the
child to her bosom, embraced it fondly, closely,
as though she thought by pressure to still it's
painful throbbings. Then bearing her to the
bed, she sat her down and hastily left the room.
She soon returned, glass of water in her
hand. "Thank you, mother" said Lizzie, when
she had quenched her thirst, "you ,ril hare q
good time to read noO, for shall 60 right to
sleep"
With her eyes brimful of tears the mother
bent over her child and kissed her again and
again. And Lizzie, feeling that she was quite
forgiven, and not dreaming that she had been
more sinned against than SHINING, threw her
arms around her parents neck, and gave back
kiss for kiss; then nesting on the warm pillow
of her little brother, she closed her weary eyes
and in few minutes was sound asleep.
For long while the mother knelt beside the
low couch, and when she rose and sat down
again by the stand, she left the novel where she
had dropped it, but took from her basket an
unfinished doll, and with rapid fingers piled her
needle.
1t was long ere she placed her head upon her
pillow. When she did, the doll, completed and
neatly dressed, lay by the side of Lizzie; the
novel, half-read, upon the Lehigh in the stove,
q handful of light ashes.