The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1859-04-19
TheTwo Sabbath Keepers. +.
BY ALMA MATER.

'deorne, Wnht OoOk nave vou tncfei
"One of D'Aubigues father.'
"Put it up my son; take your Dibi'; it Is
the holy Sabbath"
"Oh! ta. father. this Is 50 COOL! 1t
tells Of the Reformation, and Christian,
and prosecutions; an 70 much interested
in it,"
"Put 1t up, my non, II is Gods holy day /;
take your Bible or your hymn-book, or else
sit still and think; it Is distracting TO the
mind 20 read such things."
"Oh! father, ~
"Mind me, SIR
There was no appeal from the sternly
spoken commsnd, 80 George, with hasty
step, Aushe, face, and with an angry heart
put up his favorite volume, but he would
not take the Bible. Instead, he hurried to
sofa in distant part of tho room, and
threw himself upon it, sulen, aud thinking
ungencrous thoughts Of his father. "FIo
don't care anything about re dingw he said
mentally, but passionately, "he never read
history, AMI don't know how COOL it is
nor how mich one learns. think its
hateful Of him TO make me sit here dumb
and stupT that ''o-sni won't read
tho Bible, for lie never explains it 10 me.
Oh! dear, [ wish ! could 60 to sleep"
Mr.. Allen had looked around once to See
il his son was obeying him, ana merely re-.
marking, "Don't leave place, sir," no threw
his silk hardkerchief over his face and
slept.
1t was warm summer DAY. Tho win
dows were all open, and through two of
them the arbor in the garden looked very
coo! and inviting. IF had only gone out
there with my boos," grumbled the boy,
"he never would have scen ME. and know
it's no harm to read D'AuLigao. ! mean
to a,l, tho minister.
Just then there was great noise. In
came little Archy with tho kitten and a
paste hoard box. Kitty was running in
great Eiec, So was Archy. Their noise
awakened Mr.. Allen.
"What ia that?' he erie | sternly.
"Me and kit, father: S, k I is riding m"
to church; get up, you cat and away they
gallopcd again.
"Stop that, sou wicked boy; unhsrncs
the kitten, or shall whip you sovcrrly.--
Bad boy, do you know its ;he holy Sab.
bath"
"Kitty was tired 81 in still. and too,"
cried Archy, pou,ng, rs he stool intent
on the kitten. ''taint wicked"
take that kitten out.' cried Mr.. Allen.
reluctantly springing up from his char,
"and after that come here and sit on this
stool and Il vou SIR, I'll wlip you severe.
ly" sir; Oh tie Unborn wickeiness Of chill.
dren he cried, groaning to himself, ''they
Latc g1oaress, can'tmak them coinpre-
bend that this is the Lor)'s day
A sweet voice was hnared singing in the
next room, aud softly thc words hoated up
on the air-'H' dceth all things well,"-
"Cathrine!' cried Mr.. Allen.
A y"uag girl appeared.
'Cnthrinr, are you singing a songf'
81 was singing, He docth all thing well
father" was tho rather timid reply.
"That isn't the question, wasn't you sing.
ing sOng'"
81 believe, sir, it is--tLough something
Of 2 sacred song. loye il very much."
"Ycs the carnal mind loves all such
things" replied Mr.. Allen, testify. Il wish
Catbrine, I wish yoa would reserve Your
songs for the rest Of ho week. This Is tho
Lords day! you are. not even to think
your own thoughts. Gosing, Bread sthc
road that leads to DEATH believe you are
all in it--Oh, dear"
Caihrine disappeared, but noswc"t sounds
and tender sentiments, soothing hallowed,
camo from the other room; all was s;lont
while George said to himself, "How father
does gramble on tho Sabbath. Seems 70 me
he loves to scold best on that day. I won.
der If that is Keeping it 3" aad little Archy,
twisting himself like an eel. on the low seat
appointed him, stretching his mouth, pull
ling his cars and yawning, sat himself at
last to picking out the pink threads Of his
frock and making n mat out of them.
IL wonder wi"ro Mary is" thought
George to himself.-"Oh! dear I'm 80
tired"
Mary, alas! was purched up in the hot
garrc,, close to pane Of glass set in the
roof, reading long hidden book, unwhole.
some as The damps Of charnel house, and
destructive Of al, morality.
Father, m&yn't just walk in the garden
a littlew asked George, humbly, His faith
er had flushed his nap, and was now NOV.
ing to and fro, hum'ning snatch ofsolnc
psalm tune.
mo, sir; how often have for biden YOU
to ask nel Next thing you'll be wan.
ting to 60 To tho woods, ami then to tho
river with fishing Ii c. sud tackle. l wish
my cbildron were ike Majors across the
way. They are always cheerful and pleas
ant on the Sabbath and seem 10 love theday.
"But, sir, Mr.. Major taliss TO them, and
he does not"
"Silcnce, sir, no reflections; am sorry
have such disobcdiynt og--now 20 AMI
get ready for church; tho bells are ringing
Glad to cape, George hurried away to
his room, and hrchy followed him to show
n ruined frock - the result Of activity wrong
ly employed TO al invalid mother. Let
US step across the road and enter that pleas
ant household. The family are most of
them in the sitting room. Ely Maj,r
is poring owe, look which she holds out
Of sight; Minnie sits ut tho piano, jus,
touching the kcys softly. Henry is lnung
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