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"Will anger subdue angcr9 When
storm meets storm, is the tempest stilled ~
These were the questions asked of herself,
almost involuntarily. "Tllis is no spirit IN
,AThich to meet my children. 1t never has,
never will enforce order and obedience,''
she added, as SHE stood upon the stairs,
struggling with herself, and striving for the
victory. From the nursery came uder
sounds of disorder. How weak the moth
er fel:! Yet, in this very weakness was
strength.
Il must not stand idly here" she said, as
a sharper cry of anger smote her cars and
so she moved on quickly, and opening the
nursery door, stood revealed to her children.
Julia had just raised her hand to strike En-
'Iy, who stood confronting her with a fiery
face. Both were little startled at their
mothers sudden appearance; and both, en-
pccting the storm that usually came at sucl,
times, began to assume the defiant, stubborn
air, with which her Incorporate rcprooEs
were always met.
a few moments did Mrs. Lyon stand
looking at her chillren-grief, not anger.
upon her pale countcnancc. How still all
became. What look of wonder came
gradually into the chlircn's faces as they
glanced one at the other. Something of
shame was next visible. And now the
mother WAS conscious of new power over
the young rebels of her household.
Emily" said she, speaking mildly, vet
with touch of sorrow in her voice that
she could not subdue, IL wish YOU would
go up into my room and sit with Mary
while she sleeps"
Without assign of opposition. or even re-
lnctance, Emily went quietly from the nur-
sery, i'll obedience to her mothers desire"
This room is very much in disorder,
Julia"
Many times had Mrs. Lyon said, un.cr
!ik;: circumstances, "Why dent you put
's,:lgs /" r;glts?" or II never saw such
gir!S! II all the room was topsy turvy,
and the floor an inch thick with dirt, you'd
never turn over hand to put things in Or
der! or "tio and get the broom. this min
ute, and sweep up the room. You're the
LATEST girl that ever lived y" Many, many
times, as we have said, had such language
been addressed by Mrs. Lyon, under like
circumstances, to Julia and her sisters,
without producing anything better than a
grumbling, partial execution of her wishes.
But now, the mill intimation that the room
was in disorder, proluce, all the effects de-
sired. julia went quickly about the work
OF restoring things to their right places, and
in little while, order was apparent where
confusion rcigned before. Little Tommy,
whose love of ham,nering was an incessant
annoyance to his mother, had ceased his
din ON her sudden appearance and, for n
few moments, stood i'll expectation of box
cd car; for "A time he was puzzled to under
stand the new aspect of affairs. Finding
that he was not under the ban, as usual, he
commenced slapping stick over the top of
an old table, making IL most ear-piercing
noise. Instantly Julia said, in low voice,
to him
"Dont, Tommy,-don't do that. You
know it mikes mothers head ache"
"Does it make your head ache, mother -
asked the child, curiously. and with pity
ing tone in his voice, rs he came creeping
up to his mothers side, and looking at her
as if in doubt whether he would be rcpulsed
or not.
Some times it does;my son." replied Mrs
Lyon kindly; "and it is always unpleasant
Won't you try to play without making SO
much noise 2" -. " -,
"Yes, mother, I'll try;" answered the lit.
tie fellow, clcerfully. "But I'll forget some,
times"
lie looked earnestly at his mother as il
something more was in his thoughts.
swell, dear, what else?" said she en-
couragingly.
When forget, you'll tell me; won't
youl"
ayes, love-" -
"And then I'll stop. But don't scold INC
mother. for then ] cant stop"
Mrs. Lyons heart was touched. She
caught her breath, and bent her face down,
to conceal its expression, until it rested on
the silken hair of the child.
"Be good boy, Tommy, and mother will
never scold you, any more;" she murmured
gently in his ear. ~
His arm stole upwards, and as they were
twined closely about her neck, he pressed
his lips tightly against her clieck-thus
sealing his part ofithe contract with a kiss
How sweet to the mothers taste. were
these first fruits Of self:control In the ef
fort to govern herself, what a power had
she acquired. In stilling the tempest Of
passion in hero besom, she had poured
the oil Of peace overthestorm.fretted hearts
of hets children, S9 ss@ s3.;sss s. ~ g9l
Only first fruits were these. III allshei
after days did that mother strive with :slier.
self, ere she entered into a contest with the
inherited evils of her children S. aud Just
50 fa as she WAS able to- oyerco oihe eyili