Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1861-05-17

pied with his book, and the younger
elh ldren sat upon the carpet, playing
with their toys.
Eddie, you naughty boy, let my
house alone called out Harry, in a
erAss voice, and he caught ap little
EbNldihg block and threw it at his
bfpther. The block did not hit Eddie,
bpt, half-grieved and half angry, he be-
gap to cry, and say chad, naughty Harry
Mr. Harlow started, and his first i'm
pulse to punish Harry instantly and Sc
vefely; but Ellen, the peacemaker, was
before him, and he wisely resumed his
seat in silence.
esDon't cry, little Eddie sad the sis
teTs gentle voice.
s;Harry's a cross boy" sobbed the
81 don't care; he knocked my block
house"
Harry" said Ellen, "last night
when you cried Sweet Echo,' what did
the echo say in reply?"
"Why, Sweet Echo,'" said the child,
with sudden interest. "You know it
said the words we did"
eff you had called out in loud, cross
voice, Naughty Echo, stop talking to
me, what would it have said!'
'Stop talking to mel" said Harry,
laughingly.
'sAnd if you had said Dear Echo I
love you,' would it not have said in the
same tone, Il love you? "
"Yes"
Now the little brother stood close by
the side of Ellen, looking up eagerly
into her face. All the anger was
quenched in their young hearts.
"Did you not know, Harry, we all
have an echo in our hearts? When dear
mother speaks to US so kindly and
sweetly, how we love her; and if we
don't reply in the same tone. And
when you speak unkindly to little Ed
die, how quick he pouts, and says,
Naughty Harryl' 1t is the little echo
in his heart answering you. Now, if
you had not been angry, but had said.
please, Eddie, don't throw my blocks
down. he would have stepped one side
very quickly. Are you not sorry you
made him angry,,and tried to hurt him?"
Harry looked npon the beautiful face
of Eddie, which was smiling now, though
there was the glitter of tears upon his
lashes, and with gush of love-and pa
tience, he flung his arms about him, and
hugged and kissed him heartily.
Mr.. Harlow witnessed this scene with
misty eyes. Ellen had unconscously
given him the key to his dependency
In the echo chamber of his heart he heard
repeating and repeating the words and
deeds of the day. Impatient and exact
ing, he had evoked like spirit in all
about him. Especially did he recall his
intercourse with Andrew Chase, and he
pictured the boy, with angry and in
jured feelings, sitting in his widowed
mothers home, which, though he
thought it humble, was indeed far poorer
than his fancy painted.
"Ah, me!' he murmured, rcgretfuily,
would | had done otherwise!''
1t is a strange mysterious thing, this
Echo, the voice of memory. Some one
has said that 1--WE have only the pres
ent: the past is buried, and the future
is yet unborn 1t is scarcely thus, for
the memories of the past, and the hopes
of the future, give coloring to, and per-
meate with their spirit the present
One day of calm and elevated happiness
is JOY forever, for other days will bor-
row serenity from the light Of its mem-
ory Often a look, motion, however
trivial, will awaken recollections of
words and deeds of long ago. Per-
chance we deemed them forgo 5ten; but
10, the acts Of other days have come
back to US, and Echo repeats and re-
peats the refrain.
And as our lives are in part moulded
by those around us, and they are con-
tinually awakening responses of pleas
ure or pain in our being, SO we in our
turn, by all the influences going out
from what we do or say, are helping to
make melody or discord in the hearts Of
others.
Thoughts like these passed through
the mind of Mr. Harlow, and he sighed
again, "Would I had done otherwise. p"
Mrs. Harlow, who had been busy with
some household task, now entered the
room.
'sDid I not hear angry voices a little
while ago?' she said. 81 hope my lit
tie boys have not been quarreling?"
"Harry was unkind to Eddie" said
Ellen, ''but he is sorry, and they have
made it all up"
Mrs. Harlow took Eddie upon her
lap and gazed upon him with great ten
derness.
"Harry must be very kind to his dar-
ling little brother" she said, in voice
tremulous with feeling; she could not
have been unkiud, had he known how
nearly we lost him to-day."
"What was it, mother, that happened
to dear Eddie?' and Harry drew near
to carcss again the pet of the house
hold.
"Mr. Harlow" said the mother, tiny
heart has been full ever since l came
home to-day. Little Eddie went with
Inc to the city, and he was delighted
with everything he saw, and I could
hardly keep him by my side. I was
making some purchases, and thought