Muscatine weekly journal. [volume] (Muscatine, Iowa) 185?-1890, 1858-06-12

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kent Of: tares--which are you
III. Fanny dear, in The mind of
IS little fellow?" said Uncle Lincoln
his niece, Mrs. Howard, and he lift
child not beyond bis fourth sum
lei upon his knee, and laid one Of his
aAds amid the golden curls that fell
bout his neck, and clustered about his
newy temples.
g Wheat, I trust, Uncle Lincoln,
eplied Mrs. Howard, smiling, yet Sc
ous. It is the enemy who sows tares
land I ana his mother"
It was Mr.. Lincoln's first visit to his
iece since her marriage and removal
d . city some hundred miles away from
Ter old home.
g Even mothers hand may SOW
|ares,' said the old gentleman. 81
nave seen it done many times. Not OF
design, but in thoughtless inattension
10 the quality of the seed she held in
her hand. The enemy mixes tares with
Ehe wheat quite as often as he scatters
evil seed. The husbandman must not
only watch his fields by night and day,
but also the repositories Of his grain,
last the enemy cause him to SOW tares
well as wheat upon his own fruitful
ground"
"Willie," said Mrs. Howard, speak
ing to her little boy about ten minutes
hfterwards, "don't upset my work bas-
ket, stop! ] say you little rogue"
Seeing the hayward child did
not mean so'heed her words, the moth
er started forward, but not in tine tc
prevent the spools of cotton, scissors,
emery cushion, etc., from being scat
tered about the floor.
Willie laughed in great glee at his
exploit, while Mrs Howard gathered
up the contents Of the work basket,
which she now placed on the shelf
above the reach Of her mischievous boy.
Then she shook her finger at him in
mock resentment, saying
you little sinner! If you do that
again, I'll send you off with the milk
man."
Wheat or tares, Fanny?'' Uncle
Lincoln looked soberly at his niece
!" Neither,' replied Mrs. Howard
smiling gaily.
"Tares,'' said Uncle Lincoln, EN-.
phatically.
/" Nonsense, Uncle"
8" The tares of disobedience, Fanny.
You have planted the seed, and it h as
already taken root. Nothing will choke
out the wheat sooner. The tares OF
falsehood you also threw in upon the
newly broken soil. What are you think
ing about, my child"
g Thetares Of falsehood, Uncle Lin
coin! What are you thinking about?''
said Mrs. Howard, in real surprise.
Did you not say that you would
send him eff with the milkman if he
did that agaih I wonder if he believed
you 20 =,
Of course. he did not.
8 Them" said Uncle Lincoln, he has
already discovered that his mother
makes but light account Of truth. Will
his mother be surprised if he should
grow to set small value on his word %
/" You treat this matter too serious
", Uncle. He knows that 1 am only
playing with him.
4" He knows that you are telling him
what is not true" replied Mr.. Lincoln.
g It was only SPORT" said Fanny,
| persistently.
But in sport with sharp edged
MISUNDERSTANDING with deadly poi
sons" The old gentleman looked and
spoke with the seriousness that Cypress
ed his feelings. Fanny, Fanny =
Truth and obedience are good seeds ;
falsehood and disobedience are tares
from the Evil one. Whatever you
plant in the garden Of your child's
mind will grow, and the harvest will be
wheat or tares, jus: as you have sown."
Mrs. Howard did not reply, but her
countenance took sober cast.
Willie" said she, few minutes
afterwards, !" 60 down to Jane and tell
her to bring me a glass Of water"
/. Willie, who was amusing himself with
some pictures, looked up on hearing his
name. But as he did not feel like go
ing off to the kitchen, he made no re-
Spouse, and let his eyes turn to the pic
lures, in which he had become inter-
ested.
Willie!n' Mrs. Howard spoke with
decision, !" did you hear me Z"
!" / don't want to co." answered
Willie.
* Go this minute.''
Z" Pm afraid"
s Afraid Of WHAT inquired the
mother.
= Afraid Of the cat.'
.-s " No, you are not. The cat never
hurt you or anybody else.''
ISL am afraid Of the milk -man.-
You said he would carry me off,"
sss . The milk man is not down stairs"
said Mrs. Howard, her face beginning
to crimson he only comes in the
morning"
lIs5" Yes, he is. I heard his wagon a
little while ago, and he's talking to
Jane now. Don't you hear him 20 said
the little fellow with remarkable skill,
with all the resemblance of truth in his