Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-05-09

to get cold sitting IN damp clothes IN
that cold church. and besides, the horse is
in the back pasture. and cannot be caught
without deal of trouble; and I do not
like the carriage to be out in this rain
and mud"
Deborah was silent; she was habitu-
ally a woman of few words, and never
thoughtofopposing her husbAnd'swishes.
She even wondered, as she moved gently
about the kitchen, performing those
household duties which cannot be omit
ed on the Sabbath, whether she had not
been a little bold in suggesting to her
husband the propriety of attending meet
ing, and then-strange that such rebel
lious thoughts should trouble Deborah
but it seemed to her simple, church-lov-
ing heart that the Descon had grown
wonderfully careful Of the carriage since
Thursday, for on that day he rode ten
miles in the rain to attend q political
meeting.
After prsyer-Deseon Hsmlin meyer
omitted family worship on the Sabbath,
and no: often on week days, unless plant
ing,.haying or harvesting pressed heayi-
ly-the conscientious farmer called for
the papers, and read very carefully the
pages of the "Independent." Now Dea-
con Hannlin did not approve of reading
secular and political papers Sabbath
day, but he had read every thing of in
terest in the Independent" not omit
ting long article on the best method Of
curing hay, long before noon. and there.
within reach of his itching fingers, lay
the Tribune" containing an epitome Of
everything worth knowing. The Dea-
con did not mean to read it, but the
temptation just TO glance at the leading
articles, to see what was agitating the
public mind. overcame his religious scru-
pies, and Deborah's call to come to din
ner surprised him in the midst Of an an
extremely interesting article on the
"Rights of Woman"
During dinner, the Deacon gravely
cstechised his children on the manner Of
spending the morning and finding that
the boys had been reading one of Coop
er's sea tales, and Miss Lucy had been
weeping over the sorrows Of ''little Cir
ty," he thought such serious violations
Of propriety required equally severe rep
rimands, and in punishment thereof, he
assigned each of them a Scripture lesson
to be repeated at the tea table, easing
his conscience by some very appropriate
remarks On the frivolous character of
light literature, ndthe heartily expressed
wish that every novel was ''at the bottom
of the sea-" rse-.
I The afternoon, at the Deacon's, wore
away much like the morning. Deborah
read Pilgrims Progress and JudsOn's
Memoirs, and the deacon finished the Tri.
bune, and then. taking his umbrella and
q bag of salt, went forth to the pastures
to look after his numerous hocks and
herds, for if any one of his sheep had fal-
len into pit on the Sabbath day. how
could the Deacon have lifted it ont,
had he been at church ? Charles and
Henry committed the portion of Script.
turr assigned to them, and then, not dar-
ing to resume the novel, strolled about
the farm, and talked knowingly about
the prospect for harvest.
Probably the most joyous feeling ex-
perienced BY any member of the family
during the day, was when the kitchen
clock told the hour of retiring.
May the time be far distant when an
other rainy Sabbath keeps the Descon's
family from church, and long, long be
the time ere his pastors heart is chilled
with the sight of his empty pewi