Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1862-04-30
Home From School.

garment, glances up at the clock, and
knows that school is out" before she
hears the quick stamp and soft minor pat
ter of small feet upon the stairs.
The next moment the door is burst wide
open and the noisy, eager, hungry troupe
of boys and girls pour in; and the quiet,
through which the clock spoke so peremp-
torily, few moments ago, Is all gone now,
and the mother looks up with little sigh,
as she remembers this; but the next mo-
ment the thought is gone for the smallest
and the sweetest face of the flock, little
four year old face, with the daintiest pair
of pink lips, is put up to hers, and little
lips says, ''my bonnet strings got into a
hard knot, as though this were the great
est evil that could have befallen her; but
the mothers soft, skillful fingers soon
remedies that, even taking OFF the hood,
and smoothing the bright rings of yellow
hair, she asks, ''has my little Katie been
a good girl, and said her lessons to-day ?"
What light comes into the blue eyes,
and how much pride runs through the
lips. ayes, and shall be put into 'Ba-
ker,' next week ~
Dear me : what little scholar have
got" bending down and kissing the eager
face; and then loud voice comes in be
twixt these
"I'm almost starved, mother, want
piece of gingerbread"
'And | too, mother" a trio of stimuli
taneous voices take up the chorus.
always a company of hungry wild an
imals," says the mother, looking over her
little flock of boys and girls, and she f;ls-
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apron, and goes to the cupboard and
reaches down the card of cake. and cuts
out four generous slices, and four small
pairs of hands are eagerly lifted to receive
them.
There now, children, you mustn't have
another mouthful before tea time"
Mother" interrupts the voice, which
had first proclaimed itself in imminent
peril of starvation, tomorrow Satur-
day, and the boys are all going down to
the pond to skate, and want to go too.
It's frozen as hard as a rock"
'It's dangerous place for little boys,
Samuel" and the mother looks on her
first born with that one look which no 9TH
er eyes, no matter how laden with pride
and tenderness they may be, will ever
bend on him again-the look which his
heart will carry up through all its strong
and down amongst the shadows
of old age, if his life ever wander through
that dim land where 1.-The almond tree
shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall
be burden;" but Samuel does not think
of this now, he only lifts his head and
looks over his young brother and sisters
with mingled pride and patronage, as he
says
Il was eleven last October; guess can
take care of myself now"
"Well, my son, we'll see what father
says"
Mother, mayn't take my sled and
go down the bank 2" This time it is
little black-eyed, black-haired, fun-loving
rogue of eight years who having quickly
his cake, comes up with his
petition.
I'm afraid, Johnnie, the wind blows So"
"The wind wont hurt me a bit, mother.
Oh it's such fun, you better believe. Do
let me 60, mother"
"Well, tie your tippet tight around your
throat, and mind you are back in half an
hour;" and with q shout, which would
shock any but mothers ncrres, Johnnie
seized his cap and rushedout of the room.
Mother, mother, / can't tie dolly
cloak" The speaker has face cut quite
after the pattern of the mother r's-soft
and delicate, and it may be for this reason
Mary is her fathers especial pet, and that
her fair, grave, thoughtful little face has
4 charm for him, beyond that of the laugh
ing. dimpled, merry youngest of the
lock"
Al A. ,,o4;o,,t ,,,ofI,or Love Io,,,, los
sewing for the twentieth time, and ties the
,ill1 cloak around the dainty shoulders of
The wax doll, and Samuel's boisterous
augh. and Katie's merry ripple ring out, !
md tangle themselves together, at the
great toppling mosque Turkish Temple he
las built with blocks of wood.
Coming home from school. Dear read
sr, far away up the pathway of your years
S there not some room locked up and
oolted in your memory, which does not
ly back on its rusty hinges at these words; |
md the sweet faces of the brothers and
sisters of your boy and girl-hood shine
lown upon you from the walls of men,
,ry;" and that best and most blessed pic
ure of all you see there, once more the
iaint of your childhoOd-the loving, pa
.ient, sclf-sacrificing mother, who used to
lit sewing by the window, and whose low
ng smile used ever to greet you, as you
,ame "home from school,"
Many springs, it may be have woven
,ver that loving face their woof of grass
the fingers of many summers have over
hot the mound with daisies and violets; /
,ut it will warm and enrich your heart to
20 up the long, winding path of the years
If that old room ''at the topof the house"
where are hidden away the sweet and ho-
y memories of your childhood.
And you shall learn there, dear reader, I
that you are still at school, in the broad,
lard, tiresome schoolof theworldl Long, /
harp. stern lessons of patience, and Wig
lance of truth and faith, of tenderness .
md charity, are appointed you to learn
lay by day, hour by hour, in WEAKNESS,
ften in doubt, it may be, in suffering and
aerifce of spirit"
But be of good cheerl Though the
Ong lessons must be learned through wea-
isome days, and wakeful nights, 1t Is all
rell with you; if the children of the Fa-
her, you are going home from school.
There sweeter welcome, and tenderer
are await you, than you ever found in
he lap of the mother who sat sewing by
he window, when you went "home from
chool'' in your childhood on earth.
And there is an eternal vacation Under
he soft, still shadows, of those palms and
edars, are no lessons of sorrow and pain
D be repeated.
'.Henle from schOoLP How iubilant the
-ords broke from your lips in the far off
of your life "IIome from
.b0OI ~ ,rifb tbof widow Sr-alI oDd iovfnl
cclaim shall they yreverberate through the
'hite arches, and over the bright flowing
vers, when homo is eternal hcarcH.-Ir-,
,,T's Home Magazine. s.-