Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-10-18
TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF.
BY MRS. CAROLINE A. SoUIE,

Bl MRS. CARoLlNE n. sou LIE.
well" yawned Mr.. Grey. as the
clock struck six the last Sunday in the
year. 81 suppose it's time to get up-but
somehow | don't feel much like it this
| morning"
40, lie still and take your comfort, -
muttered his wife, drawing the bel
clothes yet closer around her: 9 there's no
hurry this morning, it's Sunday YOU
know"
just so you said last Sunday, wife,
and yet you know you were in a hurry
all the day long. Suppose we turn over
a new leaf to day, and get up at once"
I'D rather turn over and take new
nap-do, pray" and her tone grew quite
qucrulous, s'do let one take little COM
fort on Sunday, if they don't any Other.
day in the week." and she turned her
face to the wall and resolutcly closed her
eyes"
"Comfort yes, that's what | want to
take but, he sighed, Its no use trv-
ing. Well, if she will 90 to sleep again,
suppose | may as WELL" and he COM
posed himself and dozcd another hour.
ne ctOck struck seven.
l. " There, wife, VIC must get up now At
any rate. We shall be late again, Just as
we We're last Sunday
Well, get up, then, if YOU want to. |
do wish could take a little comfort.
Get up! get up! | get up every other
day. Strange body cart take comfort
once n week
Well, well, sleep away then, said her
husband, rather Grossly as ne slammed to
the door, but it's anything but comfort
you'll take when you do get up. We
m"St turn orcr u nelr eaf."
For more than half an hour did Mrs.
Grey continue in bed, striving in vain by
the indulgence of "a little more sleep
and Il little more slmnber," to still the
quarrel between habit and conscience.
Longer would she have tarricd, but for a
crash in the children 5 room and a medley
Of rcproacheS, sobs and lamentations.
. What for mcrcy's sake have thcv
done now! - exclaimed she, as hurriedlv
putting on her clothes she ran to the spot
whence issued the tumult. Il don't be-
lievc there's another such set of young
ones in the world. What have you been
about here" she said to the little ones,
four in number, who were looking pitiful-
ly at the wreck of the Sundays pastimc.
The sight greeted her was not calcula-
ted to compose her troubled mind, or
Sooth her rcproaching heart. The chill
dren accustomed to being up, dressed, and
having their breakfast before seven, on
,,f
knew not, how to remain quietly in their
beds until near eight o'clock. Indeed,
they always calculated on a good time
Sunday mornings, which good time meant
sundry evOlutions in the bed not unlike
pranks of a young colt: wrapping up tn"
blankets to represent Indians and squaws:
rolling up quilts in mammoth babies, and
to conclude game of ball, in which the
pillows flew right merrily. All had gone
Onas usual: till one IS unfortunate" missed
the mark and the ever tumbled on the
floor in ruins, its contents mingled with
shoes, stockings, rumpled sheets, and
quilts, and giving new chills to the little
red feet anXiously padding the wet carpet
10 save here and there a garment.
You're set of wicked boys and girls
to carry on so on Sunday morning." said
the Christian mother i'll pious indigna-
ton. "Ifit was any other day I'd whip
every one of you. Just see what piece
of work is here"
"If it had been any other day it
wouldn't have happened, mother" said
little Frank who, though counting only
five years, not unfrequently manifested
the lore of fifty. Cause you see, we
should have been out eating long atorc
now, but we got so tired lying abed we
can't keep still. Why don't you get up
earlier Sundays just as youdo other days!
[ wish Sunday never came. We can't
never have any fun but something OF 9TH
er will happen---.
No" interrupted his brother two
years older, everybody don't sleep so long
on Sunday, cause my grandmother gets
up real early then and we have a real nice
time all day. | always loved to have
Sunday come when was in the country
but these city Sundays aint bit good. y
Well" said Frank in his particular
slow emphatic tone, - l mean toask faith
Ell to move into the country then, for If
we must have Sundays, we might just as
well have good Sundays"
Well, just at present move into the
kitchen the whole troop ofyou, " cried the
mother, now buried enoughin separating
wet and dry clothes, the words ofthe boys
coming to her excited feelings like any
thing rather than oil On troubled waters.
Thankful to escape so well, they hur-
ried thther to dress. But now was a
-.3abel. Julia's stockings were gone, and
Henry had but one shoe, Frank had no
pants, and Mary's clothes were all drip
ping wet"
"Well, dress yourselves the best way
you can. l can't stop to help you now.
You have hindered me half an hour al
ready"
but how can | dress myself without
! pantaloOns !" said the DhiloSOnhic Frank