The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1858-06-11
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NJ JENNY MARSH rARxER.

! ~ JENNY MARSH PARxER.
The old house looks % if Il would
fall into the street; il stsres with gloomy
detection at It's brigh, neighbor oppo'
site, vita the green blinds, shady
porches, fragrant garden, and thick
frame work OF blosso,nins trees. Blu,
We see only the outside. There is q
xithin and ivithout to every homo, y Cd
know, and the children that live in
Them are the tru,h .tellers OF tue ma alter.
The little Bunsbys never went carolins
across that pretty lawn, with half The
glee in their hearts that the little Hart.
leys shout when they bound up the old
rookery stairs. The little Bunsby
walk fast when going away from home
and the brown faced Hartley boys are
out of brea, IN when they return totheirs
am telling neighborhood secrets
Mrs. Bunsby has wealth, q kind nus.
band and many friends: but with all q
great deal OF trouble and hearl.aching.
The y oungest OF her three boys is nov
nine years old, and, as she sadly sd.
miu. "bey ond her control" She can.
mol keep her children at home-that is
the burden OF her lament--they will
run in the streets with idle boys, and
Charlie, her frs. born, spends his even.
ings at the tavern. She can bu. foresee
what is coming to pass, but she cannot
discover wherein she has been negligent
in her duty. No mother was ever less
guilty Of foolish indulgence. She kept
them in church and Sunday school as
long as she could-she never allowed
them to associate with bad boys--she
dressed them we'll and sent them to the
beet schools. She is sure they cannot
complain Of an unpleasant home
There is not house in the village
moro neatly kept than hers. She can.
not see why Providence afflcts her so.
Yes, her house is the neatest one in
the village. Woe be,ide Charlie, Frank
or Robin. il they carry in any dirt.
raise dust, disarrange the furniture or
disturb precisely piled up books on the
si,ting.room table. There is NOT aiyol-
ume in the house her boys care about.
or could be prevailed upon to read
The Rector told her that she mus, give
them interesting and good reading il she
would keep them at home, and those
three books so squarely placed upon the
mantle are the ones she selected. Only
the title pages have been read and
poosd at. "Twenty -four Practical
Sermons to Young Men. "Ths History
OF the African Missions" and Livos
OF Eminent Orators" Rather un,emp,.
ing food for minds without on appetite.
| should (no,] like TO spend my even.
ings with good. industrious Mrs. Buns.
by. who sits and stitches away so pa.
,iently. forge,lul OF every thing bu. her
work. while her husband reads the
Tribune 20 himself. or, oftener, snores
in his chair. should no,dare propose
a game or frolic with the children, for
we should surely raise a dust, make a
noise, and perhaps mar the furniture
Chess. back CANNON or chec l$rs il
were not expedient to mention. The
books are prosy AMI dull--marvelous
and funny stories ale not approved.-,
Oh, dear! No wonder Charlie runs
off to the tavern, preferring the smoky
bar.room to such prison house.
Mrs. Hartley, that lives over in the
old house. is poor widow, and earns
her living by binding shoes. Her three
boys work hard all day aud hurry home
al night, never stopping at the tavern.
or desiring to. Old Aunt Fanny. on
the corner, who is too poor to have
clock, regulates her meai-lime by their
whistling. as they go from their toiling.
Mrs. Bunsby looks sadly through her
lace curtains over to the old house. and
wonder why the Hartley boys are
steady and spend their evenings q,
home-,hey have no father to restrain
them. and she should not care abou.
stay ing long in such low, dingy room.
wish she could 60 into the attic Of
that old house and sec the play room
they used 10 enjoy before they had TO
work, and when they were out OF school.
The play things are chiefly OF "homs
manufac ture"--balIs, ninepins. sw ngs,
hoops, go.cars, water.wheels, wind.
mills, kites, etc., etc. There is Willie's
rocking-horse-no graceful piece Of
workmanship, TO be sure, but he AID
Archie made il. The prettiest Shetland
never gave moro pleasure to a prince.
The house has shook many times with
the uproar in that old garret, and the
mother has lsid down her work and hur.
ried up stairs, not to repeove. but TO en-
Joy their glee.
Archie. her oldest boy. early showed
mechanical skill, and she did all she
could to cultivate it. She toiled early
and late to obtain a few carpenters
tools for him. He had his bench in the
family room, and there he works until
midnight. Something is growing in his
brain, and under his mechanical hand.
little invention that his brother arti.
sans watch with wondering expe ctancy.
She sits by his bench with hopes in her
heart that radiste life to his. His rough
bench is no ornament to her little room.
and his clippings fall plentifully on
her clssnly sweP, 6oor, bot he is safe
at home, and that issvsry thing.
And while he works and whistles.
Lsddy. his next younger brother, sits
beside him, his face aglow oyer his
book. Leddy was called dull boy at
school-hs hated study and books. His
lhoughtful mother devised remedy
She must 6rst let him read whnt he
would. and then guide him upward from
that point. step by step. She bought
him a Robinson Crusoe." and went
without. q Sunday gown. She was more
than repaid by the interest with which
he read it. three timss through. Then
she awakened his interest in the author
and borrowed for him the lifs Of Do
Foo, which he read eagerly. His Gu
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