The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1856-09-11
SflHttlIancous.
THE FAMYLY-HOME SCENES
BY T. S. ARTHUR.

'I'll not live in this way!' exclaimed Mrs
Lyon, passionately. 'Such disorder, wrang'
ling and irregularity, rob me Of my peace,
and make the house bedlam, Instead of a
quiet home. Toni she spoke sharply to O
bright little fellow who was pounding away
with wooden hammer, on chair, and ma
king a most intolerable din, stop that noise
this instant! And you En-, not word more
from your lips. If you can't live in peace
with your sister, I'll separate you. Dye
hear! hush this instant!'
Then make julia give me my pincushion.
She's got it in her pocket
Its no cuch thing, haven't retorted
Julia.
'You have, | say
j tell you haven't
'Will You hushp The face of Mrs. Lyon
was fiery red, and she stamped upon the
floor as she spoke. ..
i want my pincushion. Make julie give
me my pincushion.'
Irritated beyond control, Mrs. Lyon caught
Julia by the arm, and thrusing her hand in
to her pocket drew out piece of lace and a
penknfe.
Il told you it wasn't there. Couldn't you
believe mel
This impertnence was more than the
mother could endure; and acting upon heI
indignant impulses, she boxed the ears o
Julia soundly, conscious at the same time
that Emily was chiefly to blame for all this
trouble, by wrong accusation of her sister
/" she turned upon her also, administering tc
her likewise, an equal punishment. Fright
ened by all this, the younger children, whose
incessant noise for the last half hour, hat
contributed to the overthrow of their moth
er's temper, became suddenly quiet, ant
skulked away into the corners; and the baby
that was seated on the floor between tive
pillows, curved her quivcring lips, and
glanced fearfully up nt the distorted face il
which she had been used to see the love
light that made her heaven. ....-
A deep quiet followed this burst of pas
sion like the hush which succeeds the storm
. Alas. for the evil traces that were lett be
hind Alas! for the repulsive image of that
mother, daguerreotyped in an instant, on th'
memory of her children, and never to be ef
faced. How many, many times in afte
years, will not a sigh heaYe in their bosom
Us that painful reflection looks out upoI
them from amid the dearer remembrances o
childhood.
A woman with good impulses, but wit
scarcely any self-control was Mrs. Lyon
She loved her children and desired thei
good. That they showed so little forbeai
ance one with another, manifested SO littl
fraternal affection, grieved her deeply.
H my whole life is made unhappy by it
she would often say, what is to be done!-
a It is dreadful to think Of a family grown u
in disorder and disunion. Sister at varianc
g with sister, and brother lifting his han
3 against br0ther.'
AS was usual after the ebullition Of pas
sion, Mrs. Lyon. deeply depressed in spirit'
as well as discouraged, retired from he
10 family to grieve and weep. Lifting th
frightened baby from the floor, she drew il
head tenderly against her bosom, and leav
= ing the nursery, sought the quiet Of her room
There in repentance, and humiliotion, sh
recalled the stormy scene through whic
she had just passed, and blamed herself fe
yielding thus blindly to passion, instead
meeting the trouble among her children wit
"a quiet discrimination.
iol 70 weeping, calmpess succeeded. Still
aehe was perplexed, in mind, and grieved
o' her own want Of control. Whatwas to
done with her children! How were they