Burlington tri-weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1852-1855, 1855-05-02

due, 81 wish you would 20 up into my room
and sit with Mary while she sleeps
without.a sign Of opposition, or even Of
reluctance, Emily went quietly from the nur-
sery in obedience to her mothers desire.
HThis room is very much in disorder
julia
Many times had Mrs. Lyon said, under ike
circumstances. ssWhy don't you put things
to rights?" or 81 never saw such girls! If all
was topsy -turvy and the floor an inch thick
with dirt, you'd never turn over your hand
| to nut things in orders" or ssGo and get the
broom this minute and sweep up the room.
Your the LATEST girl that ever lived" many
many times, as we have said, had such Ian
gulgc been addressed by Mrs. Lyon under
| like circums ances, to Julia and her sisters
without producing anything better than a
grumbling, partial execution Of her wishes.
But now the mild intim .tion that the room
was in disorder. produced all the effects de-
sire d. Julia went QUICKLY about the work OF
restoring things to their right places. and in
a little while ord WAS apparent where con-
fusion reigned before. Little Tommy whose
| love Of hammering was an incessant annoy
ance to hi. mother had ceased his din on her
sudden appearance, and for Il few moments
stood in expectation OF a boxed ear; for a
time he was pazzled to understand the new
aspect of affairs. Finding that he was not
under tie ban rs usual, he commenced slap
ping stick over the topof an old table max
ing most PIERCING noise. Instantly Ju-
liza SAID in q low voice TO him
'sDon't, Tommy-don't do that. You
know it makes mother's head ache"
'sDoes it make your head ache mother?''
asked the child curiouslv, and with plying
tone in his voice, as he came creeping up to
his mothers side, and looking at her, as if
in doubt whether he would be repulsed or
not. HI
Sometimes it does, my SON." replied Mrs.
LYON, kindly; Sand it's always unpleasant.
Won't you try and play without making 50
much noise.''
"Yes Mother I'll try" answered the little
fellow cheerfully. ''Buu I'll forget some
1 times.o
lie looked earnestly at his mother Is if
sonnet hing more was in b thoughts.
'sWell dear what else?o said she crcour-
aeingly.
"When forget you'll tell me; won't you
mother?o
sizes love-"
"And hen I'll stop. But don't scold me
mother, for then can't stop'
Mrs. LYONS heart was touched. She caught
her brea' b; and bent her face down to con-
cea its expression, until it rested on the silk
en- HAIR of the chi d.
'sBe good boy Tommy, and will never
scold YOU my more," she murmured in his
ear.
His arms stole upwards, and as they were
twinel closely about her neck, he pressed his
lips tightly against her check-thus .allng
his part OF the contract with a kiss.
How sweet to the mothers taste were
these frst fruits Of self control. The effort
to govern rsef what power she had ac-
quired. In sitting the tempest Of passion
in her own bosom, she had poured the oil of
peace over the storm fretted hearts of her
children.
lnly first fruits were these. In all the af-
ter days did her mother strive with hrrself,
ere she entered into contest with the inh, r.
lied evils Of her children; and Just SO far as
she was able to overcome evil in them. Often
very often did she fall back into old states;
and often, very often, was s-lf resistance on
ly a light ,fort; but tha feeble influence for
good that flowed Fl ON her words or actions.
whenever this was So, warned her of error,
and p 'ompt.d more vigorous self control.
Need it be said that she had an abundant re-
ward