Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1854-07-09
From the RuTal New Yorker.
Turning Over a New Leaf.
RY MRS. CAROLINE B. sorLE.

1 EH MRS. CAROLINE b. SOULE.
We'll yawned Mr.. Grey, as the clock struck
SIX the last Sunday in the year,-'I suppose it's
time to get up--but somehow don't feel much
like it this morning.
90, lie still and take your comfort muttered
his wife, drawing the bed-cothes 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 in hurry all the day long
Suppose we turn over new leaf to-day, and get
up at once"
"Id rather turn and take new nap-do, pray
and her tone grew quite querulous, ',lo let one
take some comfort on Sunday, 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 want to take; but,
again suppose | 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 again, just as we were last Sun
day.
"Well, get up, then, if you want to. / do wish
| could take little comfort. Get up! | get up
every other day. Strange body can't take COM
fort once a week"
"Well, well, sleep away, them said her hus-
band rather Grossly as he slammed too the 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 con-
tnue in bed, striving in vain by the Indulgence of
ga little more sleep and little more slumber,"
to still the quarrel between habit and conscience.
Longer would she have tarried but for 4 crash in
the childrens room and a medley of reproaches,
sobs and lamentations.
"What, for mercy's sake, have they done now!'
exclaimed she, as hurriedly putting on her clothes,
she ran to the spot whence issued the tumult.-
81 don't believe 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 ptifully at the wreck
of the Sundays pastime.
The sight that greeted her was not calculated
to compose her troubled mind, or soothe her re-
preaching 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 remain quietly in their
beds until near eight O'Clock. Indeed they al
ways calculated on good time 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 con-
clude by game of ball, in which the pillows flew
right merriy. All had gone as usual, till one
unfortunate missed the mark, and the ever
tumbled on the floor in ruins, its contents ming
ling with shoes, stockings, and rumpled sheets,
and giving new chills to the little red feet anx-
iously padding the wet carpet to save here and
there garment.
You're set of wicked boys and girls to carry
| on so Sunday mornings, said the Christian moth
| er in pious indignation. "If it was any other day
| I'd whip every one of you. just see what Pret-
ty piece of work is here.
! "If it had been any other day, it wouldn't have
happened, mother" said little Frank, who, count
| ing only five years, not unfrequently manifested
the lore OF fifty. "Cause you see, we should have
been out eating long afSre now, but we got SO
tired living a bed we can't keep still. Why do..t
you get up earlier Sundays, just as you do other
DAYS! wish Sunday never came. We can't
never have any fun but something or other al
ways will happen"
No interrupted his brother two years Older,
"evervbody don't s'eep so long on Sunday, cause
my grandmother gets up real early then, and we
have a real nice time all day" I always loved
to have Sunday come when was in the country,
but these city Sundays amt bit good"
"WelI,' said Frank, in his particular, slow, en-
phatc tone, 81 mean to ask father TO move into
the country then, for if me must have Sundays.
we might Just as well have good Sundays"
"WeI, Just at present move into the kitchen
the whole troop of you,' cried the mother, now
hurried enough in separating wet and dry clothes,
the words of the boys coming to her excited feel
ings, like anything rather than oil on troubled
waters.
Thankful to escape so well, they hurried thith-
er to dress But now was Babel, Julias stock
ings were gone, and Harry had but one shoe,
Frank had no pants, and Marys clothes Nere all
"dripping wet"
"WelI, dress yourselves the best you can.
can't stop to help you now. You've hindered me
more than half an hour already"
"But how can dress myself without pants?
said the philosophic Frank: "and if Julia goes
without stocking she'll get the Group again, ant
if Mary puts on them wet clothes she'll catch her
death of cold and die, and then you'll feel very sor
ry guess, and then if Henry
Sand if l get Julia's stockings, and Mary some
dry clothes, whatll happen then | wonder! ant
the mother hastened to the bedroom, where, be
tween the mattresses on a bed she found the shoes
and stockings, and at the bottom of the piled bee
clothes, found the missing pants.