Eastern times., 1853-04-21

VIII SUCH na'o' S"'u summons, gathering
in his dignity; mo such baby names for mn
boy-he shall be called Jacob, after his ia.
tiier, and grandfather, and after the old Pa
triarch for whom we were all named. sTis
a good Bible name "A terrible selfish one
thought Cora, as she remembered poor Esau
defrauded OF his blrlh-right and blessing.
The little one was christened Jacob, but the
mother loved il oil the same, and again re-
sumed her labors with her babe closely
pressed to her bosom. The mode Of dspo.
sing of her precious burden became so pleas-
ant TO the little nesting that when it became
necessary from its inokeasing weigh, to try
another, he loudly protested against it,
Seems 10 me that yoUngsler is always veil.
ing,' said The father. Has good lungs
chimed in the mother. Has bad temper
retoried the father, Il see that shall have to
take him in hand The mother pressed her
babe tc her bosom, kissed his fat little hand
with presentiment Of coming evil, but said
nothing. Since the lady had assumed her
womanhood and quietly taken possession of
her own rights, there had been no more
scenes in the family. But now there was
medium new and exquisite, by which her
husband might inflct the most refined annoy
ance on his little wife, he was not slow ia
avalllng himself Of it. The boy must be
broke, and the earlier the better, ed the
father, and SO the breaking progress COM
menced forthwith. True to his promise, Mr..
Simmons took the boy into his own hand,
and having gathered divers little twigs and
rods, he succeeded in breaking them about
the fat legs of The baby. But some how it
>dldN't operate as he expected, SO far from it,
that II really seemed as though the boy
screamed the louder, but the mother, wept
and that was something.
Now Simmons did not intend TO be cruel
or unjust. As before observed, his moral
rectltude was The hobby on which he con-
stantly rode, I'LL it had made tyrant of him.
Beside his own aUiA was unsubdued, and that
was the reason he was constantly talking of
breaking that of others. And here permit
US to remark, that while we admit and de-
fend conjugal duties, and filial pery, we have
no fellowship with one human will bow
ing and being subdued by another merely hu-
man t0iH. Let child yield only through
fear OF the rod, without any appeal TO his
moral nature and depend upon il, the time
will come when the table will be turned,
and he will repay with nteres; the tyranny
by which he has suffered. So thought Mrs.
Simmons, and SO al last was reused to say
TO her husband. Don't talk of moral sua-
sion, and all that stuff to me, woman. tell
you iffolks wont do right, they must be made
to. Solomon says Spare the rod you II poll
the child,7 and that young one has got 10
yield or die But he didn't die, neither did
he yield, though as he grew older stout
bircbes took the place of The little rods that
was hereafter to rise in judgment agains, the
young offender, and Solomon's laps was thor
oughly magnifcd.
Little Jacob grew apace, and at last stood
forth tall stout youth Of fourteen, with a
disposition as ungovernable, and will as un-
subdued as might haze been erpected. True he
had his regular beatings even now, 10 keep
him from spelling, but laterly the father had
taken his horse-whip, with fearsand Irem-
bling. There was something in the eye
Of the boy that convinced him that his reign
of terror was nearly over. The father in
his blind self-wiII knew not Of a spell that
held the passions Of that headstrong hoy,
more potent and powerful than all that his
tyranny could impose. Jacob loved his
moIher-not only so, but he revered her
There was something in her calm clear eye,
when he had been OH the point of resisting
the authority Of his father had the remem-
brance of her precepts come before him with
that affectionate, sorrowful look. For her
sake would he still bear injustice and tyran-
ny that each day became more and more
CALLING The mother, however, could not
fail to see that her influence would not hold
him in check much longer.
One morning Mr.. Simmons discovered that
valuable fruit tree had been robbed during
the night; and he charged his son with being
accessory to the theft.
Jacob had always prided himself on his hon
esty, and now indignant at charge so utterly
false and unjust, he replied in language more
disrespectful than any he had ever used to his
father; the consequence was a severe fagella-
tion. The father was exceedingly reused and
continued TO ply the whip, in hopes to bring
the boy to penitence and tears. But no the
proud boy stood unfinching and defiant. At
last a sharp cut Of the lash brought the blood
from his cheek, and restored the fallen 10 his
cooler judgment. 'Now, sir, what haze you
to say!' asked the father, throwing down the
whip. Only, sir, that you have given me the
last fOgging that you ever will said the boy.
i have, have = said Jacob senior, eyeing
the boy with one of his keenest glances.
You have,' quietly answered Jacob junior,
returning the steady gaze of the father. Here
was poser. Mr.. Simmons conld not resume
his whip for the sight Of the trickling blood
had cooled his passion. He didn't like to quit