Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1861-01-18

is no hurt to read D'Aubigne. 1 mean to
ask the Minister"
Just then there was great noise; in
came little Archy with the kitten and
paste-board box. Kitty was in great glee,
so was Archy. Their noise awoke Mr..
Allen.
"What is that % he said sternly.
"Me and Kit, father; see, kit is riding
me to church; get up, you cat" and off
they went.
--"Stop that, you wicked boy unharness
that cat or shall whip you severely.
Bad boy! Do you not know it is the holy
Sabbath"
Kitty was tired sitting still, and too
'taint wicked"
"Take that kitten outY p cried Mr.. AL
len, reluctantly springing from his chair
'and, after that, come here and sit on this
stool: and if you STIR I'll whip you Sc
verely, sir. Q, the inhuman wickedness of
children" he cried, groaning to himself,
"they hate goodness. can't make them
comprehend that this is the Lords day,
as sec.
A sweet voice was heard singing in the
next room, and softly the words floated on
the air-"He doeth all things WE'LL"
"Kate," cried Mr.. Allen.
A young girl appeared.
kate, are you singing songs?"
Il was singing "He doeth all things
WELL" she replied.
THAT aint the question; wasn't you
singing songsi"
81 believe father, it is though some
thing of sacred song. love it very
much"
"Ycs, the carnal mind loves all such
things" replied Mr. Allen, testify, II wish
Kate, you would reserve your song for the
rest of the week. This is the Lords day,
and you are not even to think your own
thoughts. Go sing Broad is the road
that leads to DEATH" believe you are all
In it. 0 dear"
Catherine disappeared, but no sweet
sounds and tender sentiment, soothing and
hallowed, come 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 where Mary is?' thought
George to himself. 80 dear, | am SC
tired"
Mary, alas was perched up in the hot
garret, close to pane of glass in the roof
reading a long hidden book, unwholesomt
as the damp of the charnel house, and de.
structive of all morality
Father, mayn't walk in the garden
a minute ?' asked George humbly. His
father had just finished his nap, and was
moving to and fro, humming a snatch Of
some psalm tune.
mo; how often have / forbidden you
to ask me? Next thing, you'll be want.
ing to go to the woods | wish my chill.
dren were like Mr.. Majors across the
way. They are always cheerful and
pleasant on the Sabbath and seem to love
the day."
"But, sir, Mr.. Major talks to them, and
he does not"
"Silence. sir no reflections l am sorry
to have such a disobedient boy now &C
and get ready for church-the bells arr
ringing"
Glad to escape George hurried away tc
his room, and Archy followed him to show
ruined frock, the result of activity
wrongly improved, to his poor invalid
mother.
Let us step across the road, and enter
this pleasant household. The family ar,
most of them in the sitting room. ELI
Major is porting over book which sh'
holds half out Of sight; Minnie sits a
the piano, just touching the keys softly
Henry is lounging the father and moth
er both occupied with newspaper of tn
right kind.
Suddenly Mr.. Major looks up, and no
tices the absorbed attention of his young
est dauphter.