The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1854-01-19
Turning Over a New Leaf.
BY MRS. cARoLINEE. SOLE.

how don't feel much like it this morn
ing"
20, lie still and take your comfort,
muttered his wife, drawing the bed clothe:
yet closer around her; "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 hurry all the
day long. Suppose we turn over new
leaf to-day, and get up at once"
"I'd rather turn and take a new nap
do, pray" and her tone grew querulous,
"do let one take little comfort on Sun
day, if they don't any other day in the
week." and she turned her face to the
wall and resolutely closed her eyes.
"Comfort! yes, that's what l want to
take; but" he sighed, OTIS no use trying
Well, if she will 60 to sleep again, l sup
pose I may as WE'LL" and he composed
himself and dozed another hour. The
clock struck seven.
"There, wife, wife we must get up now
at any rate We shall be late again, just
as we were last Sunday"
! "Well, get up. then, if you want to. [
do wish l could take little comfort Get
up! | get up every other day. Strange
a body can't take comfort once week.
"Well, well, sleep away then," said her
husband, rather Grossly as he slammed to
the door, "but it's anything out comfort
you'll take when you do get up. We
nlp& turn orcr u ne1c Ieaf."
For more than half an hour did Mrs.
Grey continue in bed, striving in vain by
the indulgence of "a little more sleep and
a little more slumber," to still the quarrel
between habit and conscience. Longer
would she have tarried, but for crash
in the chldren's room and medley of
reproaches, sobs and lamentations.
"What for mercys sake have they done
now" exclaimed she, as hurriedly put
ting on her clothes she ran to the spot
whence issued the tumult. II don't be-
lieve there's another such a 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 pastime.
The sight that greeted her was not cal
culated TO compose her troubled mind, or
sooth her reproaching heart. The chill
dren accustomed to being up, dressed,
and having their breakfast before seven,
on the six days of the week, could not, in
deed knew not, how to remain quietly in
their beds until near eight o'clock. In
deed, they always calculated on a good
Sunday mornings, which good time meant
sundry revolutions in the bed, not unlike
pranks of young colt; wrapping up the
blankets to represent Indians and squaws;
rolling up quilts in mammoth babies, and
to conclude game of ball, in which the
pillows few right merrily. All had gone
on as equal; till one unfortunate" missed
the mark, and the ever tumbled on the
floor in ruins, its contents mingling with
shoes, stockings, rumpled sheets, and
quilts, and giving new chills to the little
red feet anxiously padding the wet car
pet to save here and there garment.
you're set Of wicked boys and girls
to carry on so on Sunday morning." said
the Christian mother, in pious Indignation.
"If it was any other day I'd whip every
one of you. Just see what piece of
work is here"
'Ifit had been any other day it wouldn't
have happened, mother said little Frank
who, counting only FIVE years, not unfre-
quently manifested the lore of fifty
"Cause you see, we should have been out
eating long afore now, but we get tired
lying abed we can't keep still. Why
don't you get up earlier Sundays just as
you do other days! wish Sunday new
er came We can't never have any fun
but something or other will happcn-.'
NO." interrupted bis brother two
years older, "every body don't sleep SO
long on Sunday, cause my grandmother
gets up real early then and We have a
real nice time all day. Ialways loved to
have Sunday come when | was in the
country, but these city Sundays amt bit
good"
"Well," said Frank in his particular
slow emphatic tone, 81 mean to ask faith
er to move in 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 of you," cried
the mother, now hurried enough in sepa-
rating wet and dry clothes, the words of
the boys coming to her excited feelings,
like anything rather than oil on troubled
waters.
Thankful to escape SO well, 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 are dripping
wet"
"WelI, 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 l dress myself without
pataloons!" said the pbilosophic Frank,
'and if Julia goes without stockings she IL
get the Group again, and if Mary puts on
them wet clothes she'll catch her death
cold and die, and then you'll feel sorry,
! guess, and if Henry"