Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1854-01-21

turn over new 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 a crash in the
children's room and medley ofreproach.
sobs and lamentations.
"Wbat for mercy'S sake have they done
now 2" exclaimed she, as hurridly putting
on her clothes she ran 10 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 pitifully at the wreck
ofthe Sundays pastime.
The sight that greeted her was not cal
cuated 10 compose her troubled mind, or
sooth her approaching heart. The children
accustomed 10 being up, dressed, and hav-
ing their breakfast before seven, on six
days of the week, could not, indeed knew
not, how 10 remain quietly in their beds
until near eight O'Clock. Indeed, they al
ways calculated on a 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 game of bail, in which the pillows
flew'rght merrily. All had gone on as
usual; till one "unfortunate" missed the
mark, and the ever tumbled on the floor
in ruins, its contents minglng with shoes,
stockings, rumpled sheets and quilts, and
giving new chils 10 the little red feet anx-
lously padding the wet carpet TO save here
and there garment.
"You're a set of wicked boys and girls
to carry on so on Sunday morning." said
the Christian mother, 10 pious Indignation.
"lt ii was any other day I'd whip every
one of you. Just see what piece OF work
is here"
"lf il had been any other day it wouldn't
have happened, MOTHER" said little Frank
who, counting only five years, not un!re-
quently manifested the lore OF fifty. "Cause
you see, we should have been out eating
long afore now, but we get SO tired lying
abed we can't keep still. Why don't you
get up earlier Sundays just as you do other
days? We can't never have any fun but
something or other will happen"
"No," interrupted his brother two years
older, "every body don't sleep so long or
Sunday, cause my grandmother gets up
real early then and we have real nice
time all day. ! always loved to have Sun
day come when l was in the country, bu,
these city Sundays aint bit good"
"Well," said Frank in his particular
slow emphatic tone, 81 mean to ask father
to move into the country then, for if we
must have Sundays, we might just as wei
have good Sundays
"Well, jus! at present move into the
kitchen, the whole troop Of you," cried
the mother, now hurried enough in sepera,
ting wet and dry clothes, the words of the
boys coming 10 her excited feelings, like
anything rather than oil on troubled waters
Thankful TO escape so well, they hurried
thther 10 dress. But now was a Babel
Julia's stockings were gone, and Henry haC
but one shoe, Frank had no pants, and Ma
ry's clothes were all 'drippng wei.'
"Well, dress yourselves the best way
you can. can; stop to help you now
You have hindered me half an hour al
ready"
"But how can l dress myself withou
pantaloons ?" said the phiicsophic Franl,
sand il Julia goes without stockings shell
get the Group again, and if Mary puts o
them wet clothes she'll catch her deatl
cold and die, and then you'll feel sorry,
guess, and il Henry"
"And ifI get Juia's stockings, and Mar
some dry clothes, what'll happen then
wonder ?" and the mother fastened to th
bedroom, where between the mattrasse
of one bed she found the shoes and stock
ings, and at the bottom of the piled bed
clothes, found the missing pants.
"Anythins more wanting by these wick
ed children?"
eyes mother, some breakfast. Do hurr
too, cause I am so hungry can't wait"
AT another time the mother might hav
smiled on her boy, but she had no heal
for smiles then, on that beauteous Sabbat
morning, when the blue heavens and til
snow-clad earth were radiant with glorio,
sunshine. Two hours ''comiort" in th
early morn had ruiifed her peace and irot
bled her Joy for the day. She neede'
indeed, 10 turn over new leaf.
A worrying time had Mrs. Grey tho
morning preparing breakfast, and whe
ready, which was not till after nine o'clocl
il was, as the children said, only half
breakfast And the children, in what
sad plight did they come to the table,
Julia's long braids, looSened by the morI
; ing'S frolic, hung about her face and nee
very much as though high wind had bee
sporting with them, while Henry's Ion
: ringlets OF which his mother was usual
: so proud, were in a snarl that spoke terr
! bly, of future retrbution, while Frank an
: Mary's short locks completely yelled the
! beautiful brows. And their mothers hea
instead of its usual neat arrangement, lool
} ed in expressive language very much ill
!. an oven broom. And the table "a sigh
: Julia had set it and her mother not havir
d given directions, she had put on the soil,
e cloth that had done weekly duty, al
being in hurry and out of humor h;
It huddled the dishes on with but little T
Is gard to proper place. II was not indie
calculated TO restore calmness to the slu
! CARDS heart or promote the cheeriulness
II the sinned against family.
a allows this, wife % said Mr.. Grey as
aatsd himself 1no meat this morning.