The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1853-11-02

tO indho Tue OeSt Ol IL, anu agreed ina
they should 60 fishing; which meant bend
l mothers pins into hooks. and use her welt
ing cord for lines, and Chamber on the
> bureau and have fine sport. till bottle OF
cologne should have been knocked off.
t and hox of tooth powder upset.
With the mother and the elder children
: it was scold and cry. cry and scold. till
the bells pealed their last tone. when with
, red faces and sullen hearts. they took their
fathers hand and started for church. AS
for Mrs. Grey, she said she never expect
, ed TO go out again in the forenoon.
, mo rest for the wicked" said she, as
she drove the little ones out of her bed
) room, wound up her cord, picked up the
broken bottle, and sweptup the rosy pow
der, and her heart eel: e:J1; ID :se ::ie cry OF her
lips. and smote her terribly, and in wo,
. vans phrase, "she sat down and had a
good cry" 1t would have been better to
have gone to work. for while she wept, her
fires went out and she had them both 10
kindle. and then 10 wait Till the water
should heat ere The mornings work should
begin. Hasten as she did. church was
out ere it was half done. and to finish, as
she said. her trouble, two friends returned
with her husband.
Very dear friends they were TO be sure,
and at another time glad enough would
she have been TO see them but then-oh!
she wished them furheri She was oblig-
ed to suspend her labors and comb her
hair and change her dress ere she could
give the greeting. and then only moment
could she tarry, for dinner must be pre-
pared. and as there was company, every.
thing must be in perfect order. 1t was
: nice, it was excellent. but somehow no one
enjoyed it. The guests felt instinciively
that they had intruded. Mr.. Grey know
ling the condition of affairs, was i'll at ease.
while his wife-bu, all women similarly
situated will guess her feelings. and no
one can describe them. There was no
time after ;he repast to clear the table and
dress the younger children. so leaving both
lin the care of Julia. she set out for church.
rot to worship, for she was in no frame OF
mind 10 do that, but to perform a Sabbath
day duty. We will pass over the doing
the work on her return, the getting tea.
and putting children. (cross. not because
they III the least wanted 10 be. but because
they could not hel p i,.) into their beds. and
l
o'clock. throw herself on a lounge and
hear her exclaim, Il am tired to death"
Il don't wonder at it, wife," said her
husband. compassionately. two hours Of
quiet with his fire and books having re-
stored his good humor. somewhat it must
be confessed, out OF the way of the annoy.
ences OF the day. IL was sorry TO bring
those folks to dinner, but !. eanldnot avoid
1t without being very rude
sNeyer mind thai-ii I had things o.
they should have been, it would have been
we'll enough. but somehow nothing goes
right any more on Sunday. actually
dread to have it come"
ssBut it was not always so. wife. Don't
you remember how happy you used TO be
when we were first married? All! it was
u halycon day thenn'
..Yes, remember ii well.' she muir
INJURED, and leaning her head on her hand. !.
she grew thoughtful. Memory held up
beauteous pictures TO her; the happy Sun
days of child and girlhood. and of early
married life were lived over again, and
indeed it was golden age.
Then in the vile contrast came up the
Sundays OF the last two or three years.
and then spake conscience in a terrible
voice, and uttered the cause; and tears
hot and many rolled down her checks.
/ The only day Of the week which her hus.
band could spend with his family was ,'e
spoiled OF comfort by herself; she was
bringing her children UP to dread and hate
even the day sacred to worship and homes
purest Joy; she was learning herself TO
look upon it as day of trial, day Of
toil-and why? Because mostly of s'litile
more sleep and little more slumber.''
No words passed between husband and
wife till they rose TO retire. Then taking
her hand he said. half seriously, half jo.
cosely. ''suppose, Julia, we turn over a
new leaf This is the last Sunday in the
year. Shall we begin anew and right on
the first of the next"
..We'll try" was the brief answer. in a
voice choked with emotion.
4 And she did try! Let US see the result.
1t is beauteous Sunday morning. smile
upon heaven and earth, and smile on
the countenance Of each member Of the
family, as they gather at hali-past seven
around the neat breakfast table covered
with cloth rivallng the snow In white
And the viands, not costly are they. and
yet king might relish them-steaks broil.
ed to a turn, potatoes bursting into flakes,
coffee clear as rsre old wine, and-pan.
cakes as light as feather.
, And what a beautiful group discuss the
meal, father in his Sunday suit, in the best
of humor. mother in neat morning dress.
) every braid in place, and children with
, plated and curled ,resses, and white tore
heads open to view, and all in church
r dress too-ah, it is home picture, beau,
: tiful to the eye and cheering to the heart
' The day was we'll begun.and half the
, race was run. Everything went easy fol
$ there was plenty of time and every one
e was good natured in the use of it. The
j. mother did get out in the morning and had
d the pleasure not only Of listening to an
e eminent preacher, she had long yearnee
n 10 hear, but enjoyed the devotions with t
i heart in its right place. The old friends
long absent from the place. were met. ant
e cordially invited home, and to seat be