The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1853-08-11

the lore Oh nlty cause you see, W
should have been out eating our break
fast long afore now, but we get so tire'
lying abed we can't keep still. VIII,
don't you get up earlier on Sabbatl
mornings, just as you do on other days
l wish the Sabbath never came. w
can't never have any fun but somethin,
or other will happen"
"No," interrupted his brother tw,
years older, 4" everybody don't sleep 81
long Sabbath mornings; 'cause m,
grandmother gets up real early then
and We have real nice time all day.
always loved to have the Sabbath come
when | was in the country, but thes,
city Sabbaths amt a bit good"
WELL" said Frank, in his particular
slow emphatic tone, Il mean to ash
father to move into the country then
for if we must have Sabbaths we might
as well have good Sabbaths."
Well, just at present move into the
kitchen the whole troop of you," cried
the mother, now hurried enough in sep
Grating wet and dry clothes, the words
of her boys coming to her excited feel
ings, like anything rather than oil on
troubled waters.
Thankful to escape so we'll, they hur-
ried thither to dress. But now was a
Babel. Julia's stockings were gone, and
Henry had but one shoe, Frank had
no pants, and Mary's clothes were all
wringing wet.
" Well, dress yourselves the best way
you can | can't stop to help you now.
You have Kindred me half an hour
already"
"But how can dress myself without
pantaloons," said the philosophic Frank,
" and if Julia goes without stockings,
she'll get the Group again, and if Mary
puts on them wet clothes she'll catch
her death O. cold and die, and then you'll
feel sorry, | guess, and if Henry"
"And if l get Julia's stockings, and
your pants, and Henry's shoe, and Mary
some dry clothes, what'll happen then /
wonder 7" and the mother FASTENED to
the bed room, where between the mat
trasses of one bed she found the shoe
and stockings, and at the bottom of the
pile of bed clothes the missing pants
Anything more wanting by these
little wicked children ?"
" Yes mother, some breakfast Do
hurry too, cause I'm so hungry | can't
wait"
AT another time, the mother might
nave smiled on her boy, but she had no
leart for smiles then, on that beauteous
Sabbath morning, when the blue heavens
Ind the snow clad earth were radiant in
glorious sunshine. Two hours "com-
ort" in the early morn had rufled her
,eace and troubled her joy for the day.
She needed indeed to turn over a new
eaf.
A worrying time had Mrs. Grey that
morning preparing breakfast, and when
eady, which was not till after nine
'clock, it was, as the children said only
lalf breakfast. And the children, in
Vhat sad slight, did they come to the
able. Julia's long braids, loosened by
he morning frolic hung about her face
nd neck very much as though a high
7ind had been sporting with them, while !
1enry's long ringlets of which his moth
r was usually so proud, were in a snarl
hat spoke terribly of future retribution,
'hile Frank and Mary's short locks
yelled their beautiful brows.
md their mothers head instead of its s
sual neat arrangement, looked in ex-
ressive language, very much like an |
ven broom. And the table--a sight. I
ulia had set it, and her mother having
o time to give directions, she had put S
n the soiled cloth that had done weekly 7
uty, and being in hurry, and out of c
umor, and huddled the dishes on with b
ut little regard to proper place. 1t was b
OF indeed calculated to restore calmness t
} the sluggard's heart or promote the s
hecrfulness Of the sinned against family. s
How's this, wife 7" said Mr.. Grey, "
, he seated himself, "no meat this j.
corning. l thought l sent home steaks r
|" forgot to bring them from the Is