Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-10-05
firtsiAe SsaNing,
DON'T BOTHER M E."
BY i. VIRGINIA FRENCH.

It was a sweet clear voice that said it,
and yet there was a carelessness in the
tone, and a slight dash of petulance also,
which surprised yon when you looked at
the speaker. She was a lovely yonng wa-
man, in the bloom of life, with soft, gold
brown hair, and azure eyes, and sweet ro-
sy mouth that seemed only made for
smiles. She stood in a richly furnished
chamber, and before her spread out upon
the bed, was a magnificent ball dress. As
she lifted up the ~fiounccs of costly lace,
and shook ont the rich folds ofpcarl-color-
ed MORE, her soft eyes sparkled with de-
light in anticipation of her evening tri-
umph. Already she saw herself the "cy-
nosure of ~neighboring eyes"-she saw the
crowd bow TO her peerless beauty and un-
rivalled taste-already the incense of adu-
lation Aoated up around her-and-
mamma, WHO made God 2" queried a
sweet child's voice, and her little son, a
cherub boy of five summers, stood near
her, his baby hands full of fresh violet
blooms. Seeing his mother did not heed
him, he continued, "Nurse Mamie says God
made these pretty ~violets, but Mamie don't
know who made God-can't goa tell me
Mammal
"What a magnificent thing it s-Why
De La Mode is a very witch, and l must
really tell her so" soliloquized the beauti-
full mother dropping the rich lace from
her delicate fingers and for the first time
noticing the hoy, she exclaimed, "What
do you say my child?. Don't bother me
now-l Am busy, don't you see :" then
seeing the tear start as the child crept
away, she laughed gaily, caught him in
and neck (the very counterpart of her own,
with hasty kisses, she whispered, "There
now-don't cry, darling, mamma loves her
pretty boy-sec what she has got for him."
and taking a paper of bon-bons from
the mantle, she crowded them in the skirt
of his little sacque which he held up in
both hands, one Of which still grasped his
violets-then kissing him fondly, she added
coaxingly, snow, honey, run out and play
find Mamie and You may go in the gar.
den for a long play" Then as theboy passec
out with his query unanswered, and only
half satisfied, Notwithstanding his store o
bon-bonS, she turned back to admire he
dainty costume, murmuring to herself
"Whata q child to ask questions, and sue
odd questions too 'sWho made God,
indeedi l wonder who could answt
such things-Pm sure ! don't know no
to reply TO that child's endless question
ings or what to make Of him. But L,
satisfied him for once, at all events;
it's all right, | suppose. Yes this slee,
is an exquisite thing; ! never saw an
thing Of the kind so grateful" And 81
turned to her jeweLbox and looping l
the sleeve with an ag,G0e of diamond
gazed adniiringly upon its starry brillianC
Alb most mistaken mother, your bah
10y bore away with him a jewel viii
"kings arc too poor to buy" but y
- heed it not as you sit there dreaming
that pretty bauble, millions Of which, VII
weighed against an immortal soul, wor
not be a feather in the scale.
Mothers, do not learn to say in reI
TO the quaint questionings ofthe little p
lers at your knee, don't bother me-
'Pm busy now or i don't know, my chi
Especially when they question you in
gard to Nature, or the Great First ca
Of all things, do not refuse to explain
them as well a. itmay be in your power,
character and designs of the mighty Anti
There is no more hardening process II
that which remains indifferent to the