The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1853-11-02
TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF.
By MRS. CAROLINE a. soULE.

.wsll,'' yawned Mr.. Grey, as the clock
struck six the last Sunday in the year.
a suppose its time 10 get up-but some
how / don I feel much like it this morn
ing ;,
30, lie still and take yoG. comfort. >
muttered his wife. drawing the bed-clolne~
yet closer around her; ..there's no hurry
z this morning. it's Sunday you know"
ast.Just so you said last Sunday. wife,
and yet you know you were in hurry all
.hey.day long. Suppose we turn over
new1eaf 10 day, aud get up al once"
..i.d rather turn over and take new
Hap--do. pray," and her tone grew quite
queruio.ls, ..do lie, one take a little com
fort oiE.Snnday, II they don't any other
day in the week. and she turned her
face foztte wslland resoluiely closed her
eyes.
.Comfortl yss, tl,ars what wan, 10
islse;s but = he sighed, Wits no use trying
Welis il she will so 10 sleep again. sup
pose i may as we'll. - and he composed
himself and dozed another hour. The
clock struck seven
is"There, wife, we must get up now at
any rate. We shall be late again, jus, as
We were last Sunday
ssT.s Well get up, then, il you want to- 1
do Mish | could take a little comfort Get
Cpl get upi get up every other day
Strange body can't take comfort once a
week..
..sVeil, well. sleep away them said her
husband, rather Grossly as he slammed to
the door, but it's anything but comfort
you'll take when you do get up. We must
turn ODER a neso ieaf.
.kFor more than half an hour did Mrs.
Grey cpptinue in bed. striving in vain by
tl,e iBdnIgence of "a little more sleep and
q little more sluinber,' to still the quarrel
between habit aud conscience. Longer
would she have1arried. but for crash in
the tilildren's room and a medley Of re-
proaphes, sobs and lamentations.
-. What for mercy's s sake have they done
now?'' exclaimed she, as hurriedly put
ting on her clothes she ran 10 tue spot
whence issued the tumult. Il don't be-
lieye there's another such set Of young
ones in the world. What have you been
shout here" She said TO the little ones.
four in number, who were looking pitifully
al the wrecksof the Sundays pastime.
The sight greeted herwus not .calculat-
ed 10 cosnpose her iroubled mind. or sooth
her repro aching heart. The children ac-
customed 10 beingup. dressed and having
their fseakfast before sseven. olfsix days
Of fthe week, couid ndt, indeed knew not.
how ,osremai ains quietl5 IN theiFEbeds until
near eight o'clock Indeed dxfhsy always
calculated on a g6pd tSne Sunday morn
ings, which good time meant sundry evo
luiions in, the bed not unlike praisks Of q
young coli; wrapping up the blankets to
represent Indians andssquaws; rolling up
Quilts in mammoth babies, and to conclude
6 game Of bail, in which the pillows flew
fiestmssrily. All had gone on as usual
mi one nufifoftunale" missed the mari
md ihe eutsr tumblelI on the Aoorin ruins
sifs eonteriis mingled with shoes, stockings
Irumbled sheets, and quilts, and glvint
fssw chills to the little red feet anxiousl.
padding the wet carpet to save here ant
there garment. s.
You're set of wicked boys md girl
10 carry on Sunday nsorning, ,ssssaid tn
Cksissian mother in pious indignation
ssIf it was any other day I'd whip ever.
one Of yon, Just see what piece o. wor'
al al Il had been any other al & wouldn'
have ssspnepsd. mother" !" said Is Franz
Who. thoSoii counting only Eve Years. no
unfreouenfIy maaifested the lore Of fifty
cause You see. we should have been ou
s1fii3r long afSf5 nov but we got so tire
NI5fr abed wecan 4 keep slill. Why don
s.< - ~ z. ;l;.e Si,n{y ~ iuefas yoff d.