Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1858-10-15
Mistellanfous.


THE TWO SABBATH KEEPERS.
"George, what book have you there n
"One of D'Aubigne's, father"
"Put it up, my son; take your Bible; it
is the holy Sabbath"
"O but father it is so good it tells of
the Reformation, and Christians, and perso-
cutions; l am SO much interested in it,"
"Put it up my son, it is Gods holy day;
takc your Bible or your hymn book, or else
sit still and think; it is dstractng to the
mind to read such things"
90! father-I--"
''Mind me, sir"
There was no appeal form this sternly
spoken command; SO George with hasty
step, flushed face and with an angry heart,
put up his favorte volume, but ho would
not take the Bible. Instead, he hurried to
sofa in distant part of the room, and
threw himself upon it., sullon, and thinking
ungenerous thoughts Of his father. "Ho
don't care anything about reading" he said
mentally, but passionately; "he never read
history, and don't know how good it is, nor
how much one learns. l think it's hateful
of him to make me sit hero dumb and stu
pid--that l do--and won't read the Bib.c,
for he never explains it to me. OF dear, |
wish l could 90 to sleep"
Mr.. Allen had looked round once 10 sec
if his son was obsying him, and merely re-
marking, "Don't leave that place, sir" he
threw his silk handkerchief over his face
again and slept.
| twas warm summers day. The win
dows were all open, and through two of
them the arbor in the garden looked very
cool and inviting. "If | had only gone out
there with my book" grumblcd the boy,
'hc never would have seen me; and l know
its no harm to read D'Aubignc. ! mean 10
ask the minister"
Just then there was a great noise. In
camo little Archy with the kitten and a
pastoboard box. Kitty was running in
great glec, so was Archy. Their noise
awakened Mr.. Allen. 7Hi rl e7ia
"What is that 2" he cried sternly.
"Me and kit, father; soc kit is riding me
TO church; get up you cat" and away they
galloped again. naor ir-
'Stop that you wicked boy; unharnes.
tho kitten, or shall whip you severely
Bad boy, do you know it's the holy Sab
bath % 'sr 'i
"Kitty was tired settn' still-and /, too
cried Archy, pouting, as he stood intent on
the kitten, faint wicked" 5000.
"Tako that kitten out ~ cried Mr.. Allen,
reluctantly springing up from his chair
'and after that como hero and sit upon this
stool, and if you stir I'll whip you severely
SIR o! the Unborn wickedness of children =
he cried groaning to himself "thoy hate
goodness. / can't make them comprehend
that this is the Lords day."
A sweet voice was heard singing in the
next room, and softly the words floated up.
on the air-"He dooth all things wol."
Catherine" cried Mr., Allen.
A young girl appeared.
"Catherine, are you singing song?"
81 was singing "Ho doeth all things we'll, .
father" was tho rather timid reply.
"That isn't the question; wasn't you sing
ing a song!"
II believe, sir, it is-though something
of sacred song. love it very much"
"Ycs, the carmel mind loves all such
things" replied Mr. Allen testify. Il WISH
Catherine, you would reserve your songs fol
the rest of the week. This is the Lords
day you are not even to think your own
thoughts. Go, sing Broad is the way that
leads to death l believe you are all in it
%! dearr
Catherine disappeared, but no sweet
sounds and tender sentiments, soothing and
hallowed, eame from tho other room; all
was silent, while George said 10 himself
"aow father does grumbIe on tho Sabbath
Seems to me he loves to scold best on that
day. wonder if that is keeping itp and
little Archy, twisting himsOlflik an eel on
the low seat appointed him, stretching his
mouth, pulling his cars and yawning, sot
himself at last to picking out the pink
threads of his frock, and making mat OF
them.
81 wonder whcro Mary isl" thought
George to himself; 10 dsar-I'm so tired"
Mary, alas was psrched up in tho hot
garret, close to pano of glass set in the
roof, reading long hidden book, unwhol-
some as the damps Of the charnel house,
and destructive of all morality.
"Father mayn't lust walk in tho garden
a little r asked George humbly. His faith
ther had finished his nap, and was now NOV
ing to and fro, humming snatch of some
psalm tune.
"No, sir; how often have l forbidden
you to ask met Next thing you'll be want
ing TO go to the woods and then to the riv-
or with fishing lines and tackle. wish my
children were like Majors across the way.
They are always cheerful and pleasant on
Sabbath and saapn 10 Io.n iba J.uV