Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1859-11-24
MisteIIa1leons.
From Moore's New Yorker.
A STORY FOR MOTHERS.

"Mother," said little girl of ten years
II have done all the work you gave me-
now may Willie and I 90 to Mr.. Gray's y
II do wish that you would keep out o
the way and stop teasing" replied the mo-
ther as she gave her daughter a push
which sent her reeling against chair.
"Why, mamma" said Willie-a bright
sturdy little fellow of five years-who had
been busily engaged for the hour, trying
to make wooden knife for his sister
"Why, mamma, you promised we might
60 to-day, and if you don't let us, it will
be telling wrong story"
swell, do go along-stay an hour, and
hope | shall have some peace when you
are gone"
"Hurrah," said Willie, jumping up
"Where's my cap? Mamma 1 can't reach
it."
"l'll warrant it-always something to
hinder me; here, take your cap and co.
and with the same impatient step and
frowning brow which had been seen all
that day, she passed again to her work.
But let us follow the children as they
leave the house. Sarah walks along with
a sad and fearful face-her's is a peculiarly
sensitive nature, and the harsh reproof so
often given is sure to cast shadow on her
heart-and as Willie glances up into her
face, rebelliovs thoughts arise, and his eyes
fash Indignantly RS he says, in comfort
ing tone, II wouldn't feel bad if mother
does scold. l shall be a big mau pretty
soon, and then I'll talk right back to her,
just as she does to US; and when l get rich
enough I'm going to buy horse and car
riage, and you and pa may ride with me,
but mamma shan't, cause she amt good.
May be she'll grow old sometime, and come
to live with me, just as grandma does to
our house, and then il she talks to us so.
III just shut her up in the dark, wouldn't
you!"
Little does that mother think that she
is sowing seed in the young hearts which
will spring up and yield ahundred fold"
of bitterness and sorrow.
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Ten years have f1ed-let us again visit
that dwelling. Where is now the gentle
Sarah, whom every one thought. SO sweet
tempered! She is there, but how changed.
In former years the angry reproof would
only cause flood of tears, bat as day af-
ter day, and year after year, the harsh
words fell upon her ear, angry feelings be-
gan to surge up, until her very nature be-
came changed, and she had learned at last
to throw back the bitter retort. Sadly
darkened must be the soul of that mother
who thus wounds and crushes the heart of
the sensitive, until hatred takes the place of
love, and the Evil Genius presides where
once heavenly angels loved to linger.
But We miss the brave little Willie
Where can our pet have flown! ain days
of yore" bis laughing eyes and sunny smile
were the first 10 greet us; now We list in
vain for his coming footstep. He is a
gander-exiled by his mothers frowns and
and irratableness, from an otherwise pleas
ant home.
Oh, mother! how great an influence thy
words, thy tones of voice possess! Are
those tender blossoms entrusted to Your
care made to feel that they are ouly trou-
Bile and burden? Then murmur not, if
when the frosts of age have whiteued your
locks-when your steps are slow and fee
BILE; and all the helplessness of a. second
childhood are upon you-you are treated
in like manner. Observation-Disclosures it
may be-you will 60 down in sorrow to
your grave.
But let us turn, kind reader, to pleas
nnter scene. Go with me to the house of
Mr.. c.. The mother, pleasant look
ing lady, is busily engaged with her morn
ing duties. Hardly have we entered ere
the sound Of little feet, and Charlie rushes
In.
"Mamma," said be, aGeorge Lane has
just the prettiest new sled that / ever saw
it is painted all over, and his name is in
large letters one side, and be wants that /
should 60 home with him and ride on it,
may go!"
"fes. my son." is the pleasant reply, ''if
you will be back in half an hour-I shall
want You then to do an errand for me.
Here. let me tie your scarf around your
neck-be q good boy and play pleasantly
with George" and imprinting a kiss upon
his rosy lips, she turns again to her work.
But where is little Nile, the pet of the
household! The mother remembers that
she has not seen her for some time. "The
little rogue is in some mischief, presume,
else she would not be SO quiet; must find
her." After looking in various places, she
softly opens the parlor door, and there sits
the little one with pussy by her side, and
in her hand beautiful steel engraving