Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1855-10-26


light, and closed the book aud bowed her
head In sad acknowledgement Of her own
errors. Thus for some tune she had bOan
sitting, when the murmur Of voices frombc
low grew more and more distinct, and she
was soon aroused 10 the painful fact. that,
as usual when lcit alone, tho children were
wrlnslins among themselves. Various nois-
g, ss Of pounding on, and throwing about
chairs, and other pieces Of furniture were
heard, and at length loud scream, mingled
with angry vocifea,ions smo,c upon her
ears.
Indignation swcllcl instantly in the heart
Of Mr.. Lyons, and hurricdly placing 'hc
sleeping babe in its crib, she started Go .ao
scene Of disorder, moved by an impulse 10
punish severely the young rcbcls against her
authority, and was halfway down the stairs,
when her feet were checked by rcmcm-
brancr Of the sentiment &" Allright govern
mcnt Of children bogins with sclfgoycrn.
mcnt."
Will anger 'ubluc anger? When storm
meets storm, il the tempest 'tiIlcd2 ?" These
were questions asked Of herself, almos, in
voluntarily. "Thi. Is no spiri, in which %
NEST my children. II never ha'. never will
enforce order and Obedience, " she added, rs
she stood upon the stairs, struggling with
herself, and striving for the victory. From
the nursery came louder sounds of disorder
How weak the mother felt! Yet in this
very wc1kur-. was strength.
81 must not stand idly here" she said
as a sharper cry ofangursh smotc her ear,
and 81 she novel on quickly, AMI opening
the nursery door, stood revealed to her chill.
drn. Julia had just raised her hand 10
strik, Emily, who stool confronting her
with fiery face. Roth wcrc little startled
at their mothers sudden appearance, and
both expecting the storm which usually came
at such timc', began to assume tho defiant,
stubborn air with which her incorporate
rrprools were alvay. met
4 few moments dill Mr.. LYON stand look
rnc at her chilircn-grirf, not anger, upon
her pale cluntcnancc How still, an b.
came. Whata look Of wonder came grad
ually into the childrcu's faces, as they
glanced one at the other. Something Of
shame vasnc1tvi.ih'c. Aud now the moth.
cr was conscious of Ia new power over the
ihc youn, rrb'ls Of her household.
" Emily" aid she, 'pcaking mildly, anil
y,t with touch or sorrow in her voice she
could not .ubluc, q" wish you would % up
into my room. and 1t with Mary while she
sleeps"
Wi,hou, a sign Of opposition, or even Of
reluctance, Emily went quietly from the
nursery, in obedience to her mother. d.
sirrs.
"Thi, room !, very much in disorder,
Julh."
Many ,im-. Mr,. Lyon, .lil, under ike
circumstances, ".why don you put thing.
90 right, or I never saw such girl, Ifall
in ihe room was torsy tur,cy aud the l5o'
an inch thick with dirt, you'd never taru
over hand 10 put things 20 orl'r.' OF, " 81
and grt the broom, this minute, and sweep
up the rlom. YOU'RE the larr'st girl ever
liycl" Many, many time. rs we have said,
hal such language been addressed hy Mrs
Lyon, upon Ike circumstances 10 Julia and
her sisters, without producing anything bet.
ter than grumble, partial execution Of her
wishes But now the mild intimati1n that
the room was in disorder, produced all In,
cfrcts da.ircl. Julia went quickly about
the work Of restoring things % their right
places, and ia few minutes, order was ap.
parrnly whcrc confusion r,icncd before
Little Tommy, whose love Of hammcrinc
was an inccs'int annoyance to his mother
ceased his din on her sudden appearance
and for a ftw moments stood in expectation
Of q boxed ear; ior time he was puzzled
% understand the new aspect OF affairs
Finding that hc was not under the han, a
usual, he commenced slappins stick over
the top Of an old table, making a most ear,
piercing noiso. Instantly Julia said in q
low voice to him
Don't, Tommy, don't DO that. You
know il makes mothers head ache
docs it make your head ache mother p
asked the child, curously, and with pity,
ing tone in his voice, as be came creeping
up to his mothers side, aud looked at hcr
as IL in doubt whether no would be repulsej
or not.
"Spmc,imcs Il docs, my SON." rcplie'
Mr.. Lyon, kindly, "and it is always un
pleasant. Won't YOU try to play without
making - much noise"
"Ycs, mother, III Try" answered III,
little fellow chccrfully. " But I'll forget
sometimes"
IIc looked at hi, mother, as if something
more was in his thoughts.
"Wcll dear, what clss?" said she en-
courasinsly.
"whcn | forget, you'll tell me, won't
you?"
"Ycs, love-"
And then I'll stop. But don't scolc
me, mother, for then can't stop"
;, Mrs. Lyons heart was touched. Sh,
caught her breath, and bent her face down
to conceal its expression, until it rested OF
the silken hair Of the child.
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