The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1857-10-23

The Spot on the Soul.

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Where can my geography beg said
little girl, anxiously, to her mother. Il
have looked all around and cannot 6nd n.
ard now il is almost school time. Oh
dearl Dick has had Il, / know
80 he has, said cherry checked lit
lle one Of about four years old. and /
did find IL under the apple tree.
,Oh, molherl what a bad boy our Rich.
ard isl said Celia. quite severely. i do
wish he would behave better. 1 cannot
taSe any care Of my things, he is so med
10 her mothers reply, that she must
not get out Of patience with Dicky. she
gave little heed, but hurried of 10 school
irelllng by the way, as she glanced at the
marks Of her brothers. fingers on the
pages Of her book. School had not com.
meuoed when she arrived; and she show.
ed her books TO her sohool-mates. and
gave them history Of her Troublesome
brother, and flushed by saying she never
could have anything decent.
Then she began TO rub her book vio-
lenily with ldia-rubber; and in the pro.
cess she spent so much time, that she
had poor lessons and lost her merit. This
made her still more unhappy, and so dis.
turbed was her mind that her lessons were
imperfect all day; and when she went
home, she told her mother about her
troubles, crying piteously, and asking her
mother TO forbid Richard even to touch
any Of her books.
But yesterday you were very glad to
have Richard go 10 Miss Pratt's for your
new dress, said her mother.
Celia thought she should not want him
TO do anything moro for her; she had
rather wait upon herself, than have him
spelling everything.
Her mother saw that she was in dark
and argry state Of mind, and sho took her
by tho hand said. Dear Celia, IL is un-
pleasant TO have your books and play
things soiled; but It is much worse TO
have impurities upon your mind, When
your book is soiled, the marks may be
erased or new book procured; but singer
is blot upon your immortal soul. II
you suffer it 10 remain, il becomes hatred,
which spreads and poisons the whole be-
ing. You have had unkind and angry
feelings toward your brother all day: YOU
have been thinking Of Richards careless
treatment Of your book. and have been
yourself careless Of what is Of so much
consequence, the purity Of your own
soul. That has been deiled by anger all
day.
Poor Celia began to look at the subject
in different light. iYos l know hav.
been angry. mother, said she, but how
could ! & help y e see my new gsegTsel,y Y,
for Diokey TO do so. do you.
NO, indeed; it is not right, said Mr5.
Morse, but Dickey is little boy, ahd
means no harm. 1t Is not so wrong as
for you to get out of temper; that is not
the way to cure him.
Aud is it true, mother, said Celia,
that / have had blot upon nv soul al
day to-day9 Oh, yes know it is, and
il is there now. | wish l could get Il of
[ SEQ now how much worse il is than those
6nger-marks that thought so bad in my
book. Poor little Richardl-how rough
| was 10 him at recess, and would not give
him an applet l feel very sorry now; but
IL Dickey should break my dolls head,
or tear any oImy books, l should feel Just
so cross again. How can l help it?'
Her mother told her always 10 be a.
kind as possible to her Needless litll,
brother, and not 10 talk about his faults
to the schoolgirls, aud to pray the Lorc
TO give her so much love for her brother
that she might be always patient and kind
with him, and then he would love her SC
much that he would try very hard not tc
injure anything that belonged to her.
Celia Morse had a great love Of the neal
and beautiful, which her mother did moi
seek TO repress. but TO cultivate in il,
proper place. And, as she grew Older
she came to feel that nothing was SC
beautiful as pure and atfectionate soul
and that all outward order and beauty
which is attained at The expense Of inward
beauty, is too dearly bought; but that 4
beautiful soul seeks and loves oorrespon
ding beauty without, and quietly, gently
lovingly tends to produce CAild'
Friend.