The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1858-10-05

Inv "eS~uSS ~ hiiis -not rteVt WH aWcck.
His pain was hers; and. while he suffered,
she never complained of the watching and
! privation that his illness occasioned; !; she
never used an ungcntle word, even when,
worn out with suffering, he became testy
and impatient. = -. :.
She loved him she acrificcd all her CONS
forts for him; and Why should he not bear
with her infrmityf Should he. who had
been SO tendcrly watched oyer, who had
been nursed and nourisled 90 devotc''ly by
her, cast her out-should lis affection be
alienated from hcrY -.'.,.. =. ~.
1t is true, her fault was grievous one.
II gsvc him continual uneasiness. It
kept him harness I'd from from one weeks
end 10 the other. 1t almost cmbittered his
very existence.
81 will cure her." said John, wbilo he
was going home one day, as a new idea
penetrated his brain. "She i'll find fault
with mo when I carry this leg of veal
home. It will be either too large or too
small, too fat or too lean, too good or too
bad. I will euro her
Mary did find fault with the veal; it
was too large, and too gcod for persons in
their circumstances. But John held his
peace, and sat down to his supper.
"What sort Of tea is thiss" said he, as
he pushed the cup petulently from him.
"What is the matter with itq asked bis
wife, astonishcd at such display Of "sulk"
on his part.
ut is too strong Of hot water. Ishould
ike to get decent cup Of tea once in my
life."
"Why, Johnp fr ~ asa. --...a
at is nothing but dishwater."
81 am sorry it don't suit your
ut never suits me-" he added, NJ he
broke open hot biscuit.
"Never suits your l59t
"No;" and at the same moment he threw
the broken biscuit back upon the plate
"Saleratus again." .al, - q, 3
"What is the matter with the biscuit,
Johnl' asked Mrs. Paley, amazed q, the
singular conduct of her husband.
"Thero are great junks Of saleratus in
il. If there is anything detesi, it is the
taste of saIcratus in bread" t.-
Mary took the broken biscuit and exam.
incd it. "Thcre is only single speck 10
be seen in it. will cut it ont. Pray
take another John"
John did take another and broke il open,
but perceived another spcck Of the often
sivc substance, scarcely bigger than the
head of a pin. '
Haven't you got any cold breads" he
asked as he threw it hack upon the plate.
"Thore is mono in the house," replied
poor Mary ready TO burst into tears with
vcxalion.
"Give me piece Of pie, then"
Mary brought nice pie.
'Strong enough Of cloves TO stranQle
get anything that's fit to eat"
The poor wife could bear it no molo.-
Her eyes filed with tears, and she sobbed
aloud. John was not disposed TO carry the
lesson any farther. Mary, as much as she
found fault herself, was extremely sensitive,
and she could not endure the slightest CEN
sure.
"Mary, my dear, do not weep" said
he, going to her and impressing kiss up.
on her cheek.
"What is the matter with you, johns
You never bel aved so before"
II was only holding up n mirror to you.
You can now tell how feel when you find
fault with every thing do"
II never will again"
"My own Mary Forgive mo if caus'
ed you pain"
"You are too had, Johu."
'But no worse than you are almost every
day."
Mary thought great deal that night.
CHAPTER III.--TurRD DAY.
The battle had been fought and tho vic.
tory won. Mrs. Paley's heart was full Of
tenderness and sympathy She could not
have realized the pain that her useless and
ccascless grumbling had caused her hus
band, or she never would have indulged
tho habit She would not make him un.
happy for tho world; and now, when the
lesson had opened her eyes, she set
guard upon her tongue.
Almost always, an habitual grumblor Is
an indolent person. A man or woman
whose mind is occupied has no time TO be
disconnected. But Mrs. Paley's was a
kind of moral Incidence. She permitted
her noble faculties to sleep for the time,
and discomfort stole in while the sentinel
was off guard. She had ch sen new
course of action, but she had 10 watch
with ceaseless vigilance, just to curb the
disposition to complain. To be indolent
was TO lose the battle and fail.
"Forgive me, john" i.
IL won't say another word, my deai,"
he added with smile that turned it all in
to sunshine.
"shall put some more tea in the tea
poti"
"No, only said that, the tea is very
good"
"Ah! l see what you mean"
at is all right; you have done nobly,
my dear, by and by you will forget how
to complain"
"I hope so, John, for your sake"
And eventually Mary did overcome the
habit. She bad all the heart Of woman
to make her bappy--a good home and
kind hnsband-so that her life might have
been perpetual sunshine, il she chose to
have il so.
Patience and perseverance will overcome
all things, and they will overcome the viii
/ III. a., nyn, nlupn n a aiming NOR.