The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-01-22
WHOLE No. Si2
Cbc family Cir1Ic.
Speak Gently 70 each Other.
PLEASE to help me ininu5c. sister"
.. 0 don I di..uIh nc I'm realinnn "a.

- 1ltaSc 10 Htln tue Il iDiNutc, SISTER.
80 don't disturb me, I'm reading" was
the answer.
. But just hold this stick, won't you,
while drive this pin through -
81 cunt now, / want to finish this story"
SAID c'nphaticG'y; and my little BROTHER
turned away with disappo;nted look, i'll
scare! Of somebody else to- assist bin.
lie was bright boy of ten years, and my
only brother liz had been visiting young
friend, and had seen windmill, and as soon
as he came home his energies were all en-
ployed in making small one for he was al
ways trying to make tops, wheel bar,ows,
kites and all SORTS Of things, such as boys
delight in. lie had worked patiently all the
morning with saw ard jacksniie, and now it
only needed putting together to complete it
and his only sister had refused to assist him,
and he had gone away with lis young heart
| saddrned. -e
thought of all this in the fifteen minutes
after he lift Inc and my book gave the no
| pleasure 1t was not intentional unkimdncSs.
| only thoughtlrssness, for loved my brother
| and was generally kind to him still. | had
| refused to help him. | would have gone after
him and allo, dcd thcassiStancc he neyt,d, bat
knew lie had found some one else. But I
Ind neglected an opportunity Of gla,ideninga
childish heart.
In half an hour he came bounding into
the house, eXc!aming. Gene. Mary, I've
got it up: just see how it goes = His tones
were joyous, and saw !hat Ii had forgotten
my petulance. sol determined 10 atone 10y ur-
uSlal kindness. went with him. and sure
enough OIL the roof Of the woolhouac was
fastened miniature windmill, and the arms
were whirling around fast enough TO suit any
boy. 1prased the windmill and my little
brothers ingenuity, and lie seemed happy
and entirely snrgetlll of my unkindnoss. and
resolved, rs had many times before, to be
always loving and gentle.
a few days passed by, and the shadow of
a great soriuw dayktrcd our dwelling. The
joyous laugh and noisy plce were hnSl,d,
and Our merry boy lay in Il darkcncd room
with anxious faces around him. his checks
flushed and his eyes unnaturally bright
Sonttmes his temples would moiStn and his
muscles relax. and thcn hope would come into
our hearts, and our eyes would ill with
thankful tears. 1t was i'll one Of these de-
ccirul Gains III his disease that lie heard the
noise CT his li,t'c wheel, and said, :. hear
my windmill 2"
D." Does 1t make yonr head ache O. I asked.
"Shall We take it down -
ooh no." replied lie, III seems as if
were ont of doors, and it makes Inc feel
better"
lie unused a moment and then added -
Don't you remember, Mary, that wanted
you to help me fix it, and you was reading
and told me you could not But it did mt
make any difference, for mamma helped me. -
y, how sadly those words fell uQon my
car, and what bitter memories they awaken
ed. How iepcnted, as kissed lttlc Frank 8
forehead. that | had ever spoken unkind v
TO him. Hours of sorrow went 10y, and We
watched his couch, hope growing fairtc!
and anguish deeper, until, one week from the
morning on which he spoke Of his chldisi,
sports. we Closed the eyes once so sparkling,
and folded his hands over his pulsclcSs heart
: He sleeps now in the grave, and home is
dcsolate, but the little windmill, the woik Of
his busy hands, is still swinging il The breeze,
just whore he placed it, upon the roof Of the
old woodshcd and every time see the Tiny
/, arms revolving remember the lost lit lie
iranK-and remember also the lhoughtltss,
the unkind words
Brothers and sisters be kind to each other.
Be gentle, considerate, and loving.
ECGnincr.