The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-08-11
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TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF.
BY MRS. CAROLINE A. soULE.

"Well," yawned Mr. Gray as th'
clock struck six the last Sabbath in the
year, l suppose it's time to get up
but somehow | don't feel much like i
this morning.
"Oh, lie still and take your comfort,
muttered his wife, drawing the bee
clothes yet closer around her ; " there.
no hurry this morning, it's Saba th-day
you know. q,
Just so you said last Sabbath, wife
and yet you know We were in hurry
all day long. Suppose we turn over a
new leaf to-day and get up at once"
"l'd rather turn over ard take new
nap-do pray" and her tone grew quite
querulous, " let one take little COM
fort on the Sabbath, if they don't any
other day of the week." and she turned
her face to the wall and resolutely
closed her eyes.
/" Comfort! yes, that's what I want
to take but" he sighed, "it's no use
trying. Well if she aoiU 90 to sleep
again, I suppose l may as well, and he
composed himself and dozed another
hour. The clock struck seven.
There wife, we must get up now
at any rate. We shall be late as we
were last Sabbath"
Well, get up then if you want to.
| do wish | could take little comfort.
Get up! get up. get up every other
day Strange body can't take COM
fort once week"
Well, well, sleep away then," said
the husband rather crosby as he slammed
to the bedroom door, but it's anything
but comfort you'll take when you do
get up. We must turn over a new
leaf"
For more than half an hour did Mrs.
Grey continue in bed, striving in vain
by the indulgence of ca little more
sleep and little more slumber," to still
the quarrel between habit and con-
science. Longer she would have tarried
but for a crash in the children's room
and medley of reproaches, sobs and
lamentations
/" What for mercy's sake, have they
done now 7" exclaimed she, as hurriedly
putting on her clothes she ran to the
spot whence issued the tumult. "I
don't believe there's another such set
of young ones in this wide world. What
have you been about here 7" to the
little ones four in number who were
looking pitifully at the wreck of their
Sabbath's pastime.
The sight that greeted her was not
calculated to compose her troubled
mind, to soothe her reproaching heart.
The children accustomed to being up,
dressed, and having, their breakfast be-
fore seven, on six days of the week,
could not, indeed knew not, how to re-
main quietly in their beds until near
eight O'Clock. Indeed, they always
calculated on good time on Sabbath
which good time meant sundry
eyolutions in the bed not unlike the
pranks of young colt; wrapping up
the blankets to represent Indians and
squaws rolling up quilts into mammoth
babies, and to conclude game of ball,
in which the pillows few right merrily.
All had gone on as usual, till one Gun
missed his mark and the
ever tumbled on the floor in ruins, it's
contents mingling with shoes, stockings,
sheets and quilts, and giving
new chills to the little red feet, anxiously
padding the wet carpet to save here and
there a garment.
"You're set of little wicked boys |
and girls to carry on so on Sabbath
said the Christian mother in I
pious Indignation. If it was any other
lay I'd whip you all every one Of you.
Just see what piece of work is here"
elf it had been any other day, it q
Touldnt have happened, mother" said 1
title Frank, who though counting only
i've years, not unfrequently manifested