Mower County transcript., 1871-07-27
Miscellany.
THE FAMILY-HOME SCkNE.
BY Y. 8. ARTHUR.

BY L. b. ARTHUR.
"Ill not live in this way!" exclaimed
Mrs. Lyon, passionately. "Such disorders,
wrangling, and irregularity rob me of
peace, and make the house bedlam, in
stead of a quiet home. Toni" she spoke
sharply to bright little fellow, who was
pounding away with wooden hammer on
u chair, and making a most intolerable
din, stop that noise this instant! And
If you Cant live in peace with your sister,
I'll separate you. Dye hear? Hush! this
instant"
"Then make julie give me my pin -cush-
ion. She's got it in her pocket.
Its no such thing l have not, 'retortcd
Julia.
"You have, I say"
II tell you haven't"
"Will YOU hush?" The face of Mrs.
Lyon WAS fiery red, and she stamped upon
the floor as she spoke.
Il want my pin. cushion. Make julie
give me my pin cushion.
Irritated beyond control, Mrs. Lyon
caught Julia by the arm, and thrusting
her hand into her pocket, drew out a thin
bic, a piece of lace and pen-knite.
81 told you it wasn't there. Couldn't
you believe mey"
This impertincnce was more than the
mother could endure, and, acting upon
her indignant impulses, she boxed the ears
of Julia sounily, conscious at the time
that Emly was Chiefly to blame for all
this trouble, by wrong accusation Of her
sister; she turned upon her, also, and ad
ministered an equal punishment. Fright
cned by all this, the younger children
whose inccssant noise, for the last hour
hal contributed to the overthrow Of thei,
mothers temper, became suddenly quiet
anu skulkeu away into cOrners-ard tn
baby that was seated on the floor between
two pillows curved her quivering lips, ant
glanced tearfnlly up into the distorted face
in which she had been used to see the love
light that made her hravcn.
A deep quiet followed this burst of pas
sion like the hush that succeeds the storm
Alas, for the evil traces that were left be
hind! Alas, for the rcpulsive image o
that mother, dagucrreotyped in an instan
on the memory of her children, aud nevcl
to be eftaced. How many, many times, il
after years, will not sigh heave thei
bosoms, az that painful reflection look
brances of childhood.
scarcely any self:control, was Mrs.Lyon
1OSOA ACA 1AeA NOoIASN oiACA
god. That they showed 80 little forbear
ancc, one with another, manifested 81
little fraternal affection, grieved he
leeply
"My whole life is made unhappy by it !!
she would often say. "What is to b.
done? tx dreadful to think of a famil,
growing up in discora and di,union. Sis:
ter at variance with sister. nnI hrothe
lifting up his hand against bro,h.r"
Az was usual after an ebullitinn Of nas
sion, Mrs. Lyon, deeply depressed in snir
It's, as we'll as discouraged, retired frol
her family to g1icve and weep. LiY,in
the frightened baby from the floor, st
drew its head tenderly against her bos',,,
and leaving the nursery, she sought til
quiet of her own room. There, in rcpen
ancc and humiliation, she recalled I'll
stormy scene through which she had ju
passed, and blamed herself for yiedin
blindly to passion, instead of meeting tt
trouble among her children with qui,
discrimination.
To weeping, calmness succeeded. Sti
she was perplexed in mind, as we'll 6
grieved at her own want of self-contrc
What was to be done with her children
How were they to be governed Alright
Painful did she feel her own untitness f
the task. BY this time the baby W.
asleep. and the mother felt something
t hat tranquil peace that every true mOthe
1ows when ayoung babe is slumberin