New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1857-02-23
! Home scene IS.
By T. 3. ARTHUR

rassionately. Such disorder, wranglng and rregu-
arty, rob me Of my peace and make +, the house a
hedam instead q quiet home nnn ine away
with q wooden hammer chair and making most
intolerabe din stop that noise this any
you, En-, not word from your hps. II you can @n
live in peace with your sister III separate you rye
hear hush this instant u g2,,s,.
Then make Julia give me my pincushi0n' She's
| got it in her pocket" -.
| g It's no such thing hayn !: retorseo 1uii'
90 You have. say" fs-
y al tell you haynt -
.tWiIl YOU hush!" The face Of Mrs. Lyon was
fiery red she stamped upon the floor as she spoke.
\ 5" want my pincushon. Make Julia give ine hiy
TrritateT beyond control, Mrs. Lyon caught Julia
Nv The arm and thrusting her hand into her pocket
! drew out a piece Of lace and penknfe, ,.-
~ told you it wasn't there couldn't you beleVe
This inpertinence was more than the mother could I
endure and acting upon her indignant impulses, she
boxed the ears of Julia soundy conscious at the same
/ time that Emily was chiefly to blame for all this
I trouble by a wrong accusation of her sister; she
turned upon her, also administering to her likewise
an equal punishment. Frightened BY all this, the
Younger children, whose incessant noise for the last
half hour had contributed to the overthrow of their
mothers temper became suddenly quiet, and skulked
away into the corners and the baby, that was seated
on the floor between two pillows, curved her qnlver
ering lips and glanced earfuy up at that distorted
face in which she had been used to see the ioveght
| that made her heaven.
deep quiet followed this burst Of passion like the
hush that succeeds the Storm Alas for the evil traces
that were left behind Alas for the repulsiye image
of that mother dagnerreotyped in an instant on the
memory of her children, and never to be etfaced
How many, many times in after years, will not sigh
heaye in their bosoms that painful reflection looks
ont upon them from amid the dear remembrances of
| childhood
| A woman with good impulses, but with little self
desired their good. That they showed 50 little for
bearapee, one with another, manifested so little fra
| tepal feeling, grieved her deeply.
| My whole life is made unhappy by it, she would
say what is to be done 1t is dreadful to think of
family growing up in disorder and disunion. Sister
at variance with sister, and brother lifting his hand
against brother" .+s s..
As was usual after the ebulition of passion, Mrs.
Lyon, deeply depressed in spirits well as discour
aged, retired from her family to grieve and weep.
Lifting the frightened baby from the floor, she drew
its head tendery against her BOSOM and leaving the
nursery sought the quiet of her room There, in re-
| pentance and humiliation, she recalled the stormy
scene through which she had just passed. and blamed
herself for yielding bndy to passion instead of meet
ing the trouble among her children with quiet dis
| elimination. -r-s
| To weeping ealmness succeeded. Still she was
perplexed in mind, and grieved at her own want Of
control. What was to be done with her children |?
How were they to be governed Alright Painfully
did she feel her own nnitness for the task By this
time the baby was asleep, and the mother felt
thing Of that tranquil peace that every true mother
j Knows when young babe is slumbering on her bo-
4 som. A book lay on the shelf near where she was
sitting and Mrs Lyon scarcely conscious of the act,
reached out her hand for the volume. She opened it
without feeling any interest in its contents, but she
had read only few sentences when this remark ar
| rested her attention.
4 All right government of children begins with
selfgovernment.
4 The words seemed written for her, and the truth
Expressed was elevated instantly into perception
She saw it in the cleares light and closed the book
i and bowed her head in sad acknowledgment of her
own errors Thus for some time she had been sitting
4 when the murmur Of the voices below grew more
and more distinct and she was soon aroused to the
painful fact that usual when left alone the children
were in wrangle among themselves Various noises
as of pounding and throwing chairs and other pieces
of furniture were heard, and at length loud scream
mingled with angry vocferations, smote upon he
ears.
Indignation swelled instantly in the heart of Mrs
Lyon hurriedly placing the sleeping baby in it
crib, she started for the Of disorder, moved b,
an impulse to punish severely the young rebel
against authority, and was half way down stairs
when her feet were checked by remembrance of tn
sentiment, " All right government of children begin
4 with selEgovernment.n 8h4a
" Will anger subdue anger? When storm meet
storm is the tempest sted p These were question
asked Of herself almost involuntariy. :" This is n
spirit in which to meet my children. 1t never has
never will enforce obedience she added, as she stoo
upon the stairs struggling with herself and striyin
for victory. From the nursery came louder sounds
disorder How weak the mother felt. Yet in thi
& very weakness was strength. T.
q must not stand idle here she said, as cry O
anguish smote on her ears, and SO she moved OF
quickly, and opening the nursery door stood revealed
to her children. Julia had just raised her hand t.
strike Emily, who stood confronting her with fer
face Both were little startled at their mother
sudden appearance, and both expecting the storm
which usually came at such times, began to assum
the defiant, stubborn air with which her intemperat
| reproofs were always met. H
A few moments did Mrs. Lyon stand looking at he
ehdren-grief not anger, upon her pale countenance
IJnuyc still HALL hat lnnl- nf1y an,f
gradually into the children's faces, as they glance
one at another Something OF shame was next yis
BILE. And now the mother was conscious of a neY
!. power over the young rebels of her household.
3. Emily said she, speaking mildly, and yet with
touch Of sorrow in her voice she could not snbdue
lei wish you would go up to my room and sit wit
!, Mary while she sleeps"
!, = Without sign Of opposition, or even of reluc
= ance, Emily went quietly from the nursery in OBJ
n dence to her mothers desire.
4 4 'sThs room is very much in disorder, julia"
u Many times had Mrs. Lyons said, under similar CT
IS cunlstances, Why don't you put things to rights
a II never saw such girls! If all the house was tops
j., turvey and the floor inch thick with dirt, You
y never turn over hand to put things in ORDER, or
y, and get the broom this moment, and sweep up Il
Il ROOM Mary, many times, as we have said, had SUE
~ Language been addressed by Mrs. Lyon, under like
Y cumstanees to Julia and her sisters, without produ
Ia ing anything but grumhling partial execution
AZ her wishes But now the mild intimidation that y
~ room was in disorder produced the effect desired
Julia went quickly about the restoring of things
S the right places, and in few minutes order was
parent where confusion regned before Little Tomn
whose love OF hammering an incessant annoyan
n to his mother ceased his din on her sudden appe
: ance and for few moments stood in expectation
J., boxed ear for time he puzzled to know
w. new aspect of affairs Finding that he was not unt
as' the ban as usual he commenced slappng stick oN
the top of old table, producing most earpierci
w Noise Instantly Julia said in low voice to him
{ Don't Tommy, don't do that. You know 1t mai
VIC. mother head ache
H s Does it make your head ache motherH asked
@ child curiously and with plying tone in his vol
s as he came creeping up to his mother sside and To-
IN ing at her as if in doubt whether he would be
md pulsed or not
nv Sometimes it does my son. replied Mrs. Ly
o,i kindly, and il is always unpleasant. Won't you
~ X to play without making SO much noiseY
re Yes mother, Ill try answered the little felix
~. y. cheerfuliy. 9 But I'll forget somtimes.'
He looked earnestly at his mother, as ii someth
. W. else were in his thoughts. s-
pns well dear, what else ~ said She encouraging
,lef "When forget, you will tell me, won't you ~
w, ~ " Yes, love-
o In- And then Ill stop. But don't scold me, mot
ra for then | can't stop"
ne Mrs. Lyons heart was touched. She caught
MS breath and bent her face down to conceal its exp
sian until it rested the slken hair of the child
1oya " BE good boy, Tommy, and mother Will NJ
tha ! scold YOU any more" she gently murmured III