The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1859-10-27

queer imitation OF what he has hap
I pcned to see, and which Is usually
propelled by dog power, and Carlo
4 gives me sly wink as he seems to
say, ~ feel little foolish, Mistress,
to be seen in such harness, but its all
to please the children"
+ Busy, energetic little boy! lie is
never idle, and young as he is, already
makes himself useful in variety of
ways; it is he who picks up chips for
lthe kitchen fire, feeds the kittens,
drives the chickens from the back
porch, brings bread and butter from
the cellar, places the chairs at the ta-
BILE, and even wipes dishes, and lays
the tea table when am unusually
busy. lie is always active, and fan.
ces himself great assistance to his
father, as he shoulders his little hoe,
and trudgcs off with the men to the
corn field, potatoe patch, or garden /;
he considers it as his peculiar privilege
to wait upon Mamma at table, and o
protect little sister from aught that
can harm or frighten her, and when
any Of us are sick, how genuine in his
sympathy how softly falls the little
feet upon the carpet; how soothing
y the dear little hands prcssthc throb.
bins temples, and wander through the
damp hair, and over the burning cheek
of the sufferer; and full Of compass.
sionatc affection are his tones, rs he
twincs his chubby arms around our
nccks, and tearfllIy whispers, "Oh, |
so sorry! want something for do to
feel you botter."s
Little darling How precious are
the "littlc boys" TO parents hearts, and
how sad is the thought that every
rough man we see rcpling and swear.
ing among his vicious companions
was once londly cherished by some
body whose eye lighted with unuttcr-
able pride and affection, as she pressed
him TO her wildly throbbing' heart,
and murmured, "lNy little boy"
Oh, how agorizing is the thought
to mothers heart, that the gentle,
loving being she is rearing so tender.
Iy and prayeriully will one day prove Il
source of hitter, bitter sorrow to her,
and repay her for her hours of suffer.
ing, and toll, and care, with harshness
and neglect. Oh. little boy, will you
ever wander in the paths of sin and
wretchcdness you who seem so fresh
from Heaven now; 50 lit for the soci.
ETY. of angels will you ever become
a scCilcr, and associate with the low
and the vicious? VIII that pure mind
be corruptcd--that tender heart steel.
cd against the gentle emotions that
now reign within twill those little
hands ever be engaged in works ol
vice and crime, those clear eyes droop
with guilt, those sweet lips sip of the
poisoned cup, and curl in blasphemy .!
Oh, God forbid F.! Come here, darling,
and let me fold you within my shelter
ing arms. Would that could thus cy,
er shield you. But these are sad fore.
bodings. God knows, little one, that
sooner than drink of such a bitter cup
as have in my fancy shuddcrcd over,
I'd lay you to drcamless rest this
nlGht--nor murmur as ! badc farewell
to all this lovelincss. But IIG will
hear my prayers, and watch my dear
ones steps. Oh, Father, guide US in
our efforts to train this young immor.
tai. Let us not be ambitious to secure
for him worldly wealth or fame. |
ask not laurcls for his brow; but oh
let him be truly great. for blessed in.
deed is she who gives to the world
good man.
love to paint happy future for
my loved oncs-to fancy my first born
occupying high position in society,
and clothed with honors nobly won
but when consider the fearful risk
our heroes and statesmen must cncoun
ter, the communicating influences to
which they are subjected, and the real
corruption often hidden beneath a
sounding title and seeming greatness,
| feel that | shall be content in future
years to say of good, Honest, upright
man-poor and unknown though he
be, and humble indeed in the eyes of
the world--"He remains unchanged,
and to me he is still my own little
boy"
A THOUGHT FOR YOUNG MEN.
No wreck is so shocking to behold
as that of a dissolute young man.
On the person cf the debauchee or in
ebrlate, infamy is written. How ma
ture hangs labels over him to testify
her disgust at his example. How she
Ioncapc all his inintc spn,ls frpmOrS