Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1859-04-30
0Nortester Daily Spp.
THE TWO sABBArH-KEEpERs.

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the holy Sabbath"
80 but father, this is so good it tells of
the Reformation, and Christians, and persecu-
tlons; am so much interested in it."
Put 1t up, my son, it is Gods holy day :;
take your Bible or your hymn-book, or else
sit still and think it is distracting to the mind
to read such things"
ooh! father-I@"
"Mind me, sir"
There was no appeal from this sternly spok-
en- command; SO George, with a hasty step,
nushed face, and with an angry heart, put up
ms favorite volume, but he would not take the
Bible. Instead, he hurried to sofa in a dis
tant part of the room, and threw himself upon
IT. sullen, and thinking ungenerous thoughts of
ms father. "He don't care anything about
reading" he said, mentally but passionately :;
he never read history, and don't know how
good it is, not how much one learns | think
it's hateful of him to make me sit here dumb
and stupid-that do-and 1 won't read the
Bible, for he never explains it to me. o.!
dear, wish could go to sleep"
Mr.. Allen had looked round once to see if
his son was obeying him, and merely remark
ing, Don't leave that place, SIR he threw
his silk handkerchief over his face again and
slept.
1t was warm summers day. The win
dows were all open, and through two of them
the arbor in the garden looked very cool and
inviting. eff had only gone out there with
my book" grumbled the boy, che never would
have seen me and knoU it's no harm to read
D'Aubgne. mean to ask the minister"
just then there was great noise. In came
little Archy with the kitten and pasteboard
box. Kitty was running in great glee, and so
was Archy. Their noise awakened Mr..
Allen.
'Whatis that?" he cried sternly.
"Me and kit, father see, kit is riding me to
church; get up, you cat" and away they gal
loped again.
"Stop that, you wicked boy; unharness the
kitten, or shall whip you severely. Bad boy,
do you know it's the holy Sabbath 2"
kitty was tired sittin' still-and 1, too"
cried Archy, pouting, as he stood looking in
tent on the kitten, faint wicked"
"Take that kitten out!' cried Mr. Allen, re-
luctantly springing up from his chair, and af-
ter that come here and sit on this stool, and if
you stir I'll whip you severely, sir o! the
Unborn wickedness of children p he cried
grooming to himself, they hate goodness.
can't make them comprehend that this is the
Lords day.
A sweet voice was heard singing in the next
room, and softly the words foated upon the
air-'He doeth all things WELL
Catherine p cried Mr.. Allen.
A young girl appeared.
Catherine, are you singing song?"
IL was singing He doeth all things well,
father" was the rather timid reply
"That isn't the question; wasn't you sing
ing song 2"
Il believe, sir, it is-though something of a
sacred song. love it very much"
Yes, the carnal mind loves all such things,
replied Mr.. Allen, testify. 4 wish, Catherine,
you would reserve your songs for the rest of
the week. This is the Lords day you are
not even to think your own thoughts. Go,
sing Broad is the road that leads to death l
believe you are all in ito, dear =
Catherine disappeared, but no sweet sounds
and tender sentiments, soothing and hallowed
came from the other room all was silent,
while George said to himself, How father does
grumble on the Sabbath Seems to me he
loves to scold best ON that day. wonder if
that is keeping it?' and little Archy twisting
himself like an eel on the low seat appointed
him, stretching his mouth, pulling his ears and
yawning, setting himself at last to picking the
pink threads out Of his frock, and making
mat of them.
81 wonder where Mary is 2" thought George
to himself; % dear-Pm so tired
Mary, alas was perched up in some hot
garnet, close to pane of glass set in the root,
reading long hidden book, unwholesome as
of all morality
Father, mayn't just walk in the garden
little p asked George humbly. His father had
finished his nap, and was now moving to and
fro, humming a snatch of some psalm tune.
"No sir how often have | forbidden you to
ask me? Next thing you'll be wanting to go
to the woods, and then to the river with fish
ing lines and tackle. | wish my children were
like Majors across the way. They are always
cheerful and pleasant on Sabbath, and seem
to love the day"
"But, sir, Mr.. Major talks to them, and he
dosn't-"
"Silence, sir no reflections I am sorry
have such dsobedient boy. Now go and get
ready for church; the bells are ringing"
Glad to escape, George hurried away to his
room, and Archy followed him to show ruined
frock-the result of &C tiyity wrongly employ
ed-to an invalid mother.
Let us step across the road and enter this
pleasant household. The family are most of
them in the sitting room ELY Major is por-
ing over book which she holds out Of sight;
Minnie sits at the piano, just touching the keys
softly; Henry is lounging; the mother and
father both occupied with a newspaper of the
right kind.
Suddenly Mr. Major looks up, and notices
ter
"Well ELY, what interests you so much,
dear 7"
The little girl blushed, but answered, ingen-
uously, ooh, papa, it is Robinson Crusoe.
Sarah Carter lent it to me yesterday, and it is
so beautiful p
eyes, dear, very pleasant and entertaining
book still, perhaps my daughter could read
something better with more profit, to-day"
The child looked earnestly toward him and
smiled.
"If you think best, father, will read some
thing else"
al do think, as this day is set apart for the
worship of God, your little Bible might be
proftaby studied
"Will you explain to me, father 2"
eyes, dear"
ELY laid aside her book gently, and with
little seeming regret applied herself to her BIZ
bic, sure of her fathers sympathy and assist
ance, should she need it.
"Henry, my son, you are very restless"
eyes, father; am thoroughly tired of doing
nothing. My head aches if | read. :"
"Wel my son, you had better walk little
way. Take the back road down by the river,
and when you return, tell us how many evil
dences of Gods goodness you have seen. You
need little exercise, and you have been q
good boy to-day. Minnie, child, why don't
you play something and sing? l should like
very much to hear Mary at the Saviour's
tomb" The little girl, delighted that he re-
quested the music, sang very sweetly, and the
rest listened in approving silence.
"Now, that other favorite of mine, 1Ie doeth
all things WE'LL that is most beautiful mel
ody."
So soothingly the music fell upon the air at
the close of that calm Sabbath day, it seemed
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