The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1855-05-02
From Artliur's Home Magazine.
HOME SCENES.
DY +. g. ARTHUR.
No. -.GOVERNiNG CHILDREN.

No. l -.GONERNiNG CHILDREN.
"IIl not live in this way!" exclaim
cd Mrs. Lyon, passionattly. "Such
disorder, whngling and e"u'arily,
ro me of aIl peace; and urakc The
house scd|aur, instrad of quiet
home. T"m!"-she spoke sharply TO
u bri xht little fellow, who was pound.
ing away With q wnudrn hammer on Il
chair, and making Il most intoIc'ahIc
din;--''stop that mrse, this Instant!
And l''u, Ein', not word more ir,n
I"nr lips. | you cant live III peace
with Your sister. I'll separate YOU
Dye hear! lush, this inst nl!''
''filen make julie give me my rin
cushion. S e's got it in her pocket"
"lt's no Such thing; havn't,' rct"rt.
eL J"lia.
"You have, I say"
81 tell you | havn'l!"
'WiIi you m,Sl,7" The face of
"t Mrs. Lyuu was frrry red; nn,
she stamped upon the floor, Us she
spoke.
Il wait my pincushion. Make
julie give me my rrcu>hion."
lrritated, beyond c,ntrnl, Mrs. Ly-
OH caught Julia by the arm; and
lhrustiny her hand into her pocket,
drew out tilimbIe, piece OF lace.
and IL penkliie. "
Il told you Il wasn't there!
Couldn't you believe meg
This lnpertin.nce was more than
he mother cnul II endure; and. actin.
t'"n, her indignant impulses, she box
ed the ears ol Julia, suundll: Con
<cl"us, at the same time, that EMILY
was CHIEFLY to blame for all this truu
he, ny wrong accusation of hcI
~is,er; she turned upon her, also, nd.
ln'ni>lcrns IN equal punishment.
Frightened hy all this, the yu,ll,yc,
children, whose incesSant noise, E,,
the last hour. had contributed to the
overthrow oI their mothers temper,
became suddenly quiet, and skulke.l
away into c'riers-inl the l,any.
that was seated on the floor, b tween
two pillows, carved her puiveriny lips,
and glanced learinlly up at the di>,"rl.
I'd face IN which she had been used to
see The love. sht that made her heav
III.
y deep quiet followed this burst of
passion; like the hush which succeeds
the stnrm. Alas, for the evil traces
That We're left behind! Alas for tn
rcpnlsivc image OF that mother, da-
Gnerrcotyre,l III IN instant, on the
memory OF her children, and never to
be e'.ced. How many. many times,
III after years, will not sigh heavc
their ho~on,s, ns thai painful reflection
l'"ks out upon them from amii The
dcarcr rrlurmhrnncys of chiiih,md
n woman Of good impulses, but
with scarcely amy sell control, was
Mis-. Lyon. She loved her children,
and desired their good. That the,
showed >" little E'rbrarnncc, one with
tn" other, manifested SO little fr1tc,n
al affection, gricved her deeply.
"My while lite is made Unhappy by
it," She would often say. NV hat is
to be done? 1t is dreadful to think O:
family growing up III discord and
diSunion. Sister ut variance with
sister; aud brother lifting his hand
against brother"
As was usual after ~. ebnlltnn of
passion, Mrs Lyon, deeply depressed
IL spirits. rs we'll q. discouraged, re.
tired from her family to gr,cve and
weep. Lifting The frightened bany
from he floor, she drew its head ten
derly against her bosom; and, leaving
the nursery, s"ughI the quiet of her
o"n r'"m. There. IN repentance aud
huinIl'aliun, she recnlrd he storm,
scene through which she had just pass
ed; and blamed herself Tor yielding
blindly to passion, instead of meet
ing the trouble among her children
wi,ha quiet discrimination.
I weeping, calmness succeeded -
Still she was perpIexcd in mind. rs
well rs grcved Mt her own want of
self control. What was tu be done
with her children? How were they
I" he governed Alright? Painfully
did she feel her own unlitness Tor the
'h>k: BY this ti'ne tho baby was
asleep, mud the mtuher felt something
OF that tranquil peace that every true
mother knows, when nyouns babe is