The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1857-04-10
Mistrllanaons.
Two Paces-.One at Home, the Other
for Company.


but yet we know that the following life les
son must find application somewhere, else 1t
would never have been written. Or like
the preparations of the universal physician,
it may be laid up for use in case of disease
or even taken as preventative.
Mrs. Abby Lseman was thirty years old
and had been married just ten years. She
had an excellent husband, and three good
children. She was naturally kind, excel
lent woman, and meant to do right; she had
one fault; and small as 1t seemed to her, II
occasioned much unhappincss in the family
circle. She was not always happy at home,
nor was she always pleasant, though, Tor
the life Of her. she could not tell what had
occurred to ruflle her feelings She had
everything about her calculated to bcSct
joy, and her every reasonable wish was an.
swered. But, after all, she often wore a
sour face, and her tongue would run in
strains far from sweet or accordant.
What is the matter. Abby" asked her
husband. as he returned one evening from
the store and found his wife with n sour
face on.
Nothing was the answer, given rather
moodily.
'But something must be the matter. You
never look 50 when you are happy.
'Iiow can help my looks? Can't l look
as | feel without disturbing you?'
'Pshaw, Abby-don't talk co. the hus-
band said, at the samo time placing hisarins
about her neck and kissing her. Now tell
me what has happened
Nothing has happened more than usual,
uttered the wife, still unplclsnntly. who
wouldn't be soter, Id like to know, stuck
up here from morning until night with two
squalling young ones to look out for all the
time
.Squalling young ones = repeated Albert
Lecm IN, while IN expression of pain pass
ed over his features.
There look at that = cried the wife,
pointing TO where her youngest child, girl
Of four years, was Just climbing up to the
sea-table after the sugar-bowl. 'Gct out OF
that, you little brat. There take that -
Now, let me catch you up there again. Stop
that crying-stop it, | say. You touch
that sugar again, and I'll give you such q
licking as you won't waut!'
The poor child tried in vain to hush its
sobbins, and instinctiyely crePt to its faith
er's side. lie placed his arm around the lit
tie one and raised il to his knee, and in O
moment more its reddcned, inaimed cheek,
where the mothers blow had fallen, was
plllowed upon the fathers bosom.
'Oh, yes said the vile; (; snow you'll pei
the brat. I'd like to have you have charge
of 'em all day, we'd see how much patienct
you d have
i would at least remember she was my
child said he somewhat reproachiully
'and also 10 bear in mind the simple fact
that the young disposition may gain all ia
impulse from the example it receives at the
hands ofits guardian
10, yes, that's it. OF course, ! am al
ways wrong And then Abby Lecman put
her apron to her eyes and began to cry.
Orcourse the husband could say no more,
lie had often. very often, suffered all this
before, and had tried to make his wife sec
how much real unhappiness she was making
for herself: but she would not listen; or,
if she did, the impression was not lasting.-
In fact, she had no patience with her chill.
dren, and the single rufile of moment was
SURE to make unhappincss for her. She low
ed her husband fondly and her children
she loved too. She was proud of them, and
for their comfort she would sacrifice any
,,.n,. 80 - os n;..s,, zoo a;a al, mas,
with her husband when the sky was clear ;
but cloud was sure to bring the storm.
For years no. day passed that had not
seen some unpleasapt nossares between her
s,,r,na children and sh, would not under
.,,rJ ,bo, her vsrv mode os ,rea,msu,-,bc
she manifested and the Language
she uscd-was surely warpins the minds Of
the little ones. In pain and anguish her
husband had tried to show ser this. but she
would no. listen ; and then when she wa.
calm and reasonable, Albert could no. find
|, in his heart to destroy the peace by such
allusions.
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