Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1871-07-27
Miscellany.
THE FAMILY-HOME SCENE.
BY T. q. ARTHUR.

an not live In this way!" exclaimed
Mrs Lyon, passionately. Such disorders,
wrangling, and irregularity rob me Of
peace, and make the house a bcdlam, In
stead Of quiet home. Toni" she poke
sharply 10 bright little fellow. who was
pounding away with wooden hammer on
chair, and making most intolerabe
din, "gtop that noise this instant, AID
you, En-, not word more from your lips
IF you can't live in peace with your sister,
I'll separate you. Dye hears Hush! this
instant"
"TheD make julie give me my pin-cush
lon. She's got il In her pocket.
It's no such thing Il have not, "retorted
Julia.
you have, / say"
al tell you haven't
"Wili you hushS" The face of Mrs
Lyon was fiery red. and she stamped upon
sbe floor AZ 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
BILE. piece of lace and pen-knite
3 ~ told you 1t wasn't there. Couldn't
you believe mef'
This impertinence was more than the
mother could endure, and, acting upon
her indignant impulses, she boxed the ears
of Julia soundly, conscious at the time
that Emily was chiefly to blame for all
this trouble by wron < accusation OF her
sister; she turned upon her, also, and adj
ministered an equal punishment Fright
ened by all this, the younger children,
who's incessant noise for the last hour,
had contributed To the overthrow Of their
mothers temper became suddenly quiet,
and skulked away into corners--and the
baby that was seated on the floor between
two pillows, curved her quivering lips, and
glanced tcarfully up into the distorted face
In which she had been used To see the love
light that msde her h, aven.
A deep quiet followed this burst OF pas
sion like the hush that succecds the stol IN
Alas, for the evil traces that were IL be
hindi Alas, for the repnlsiye Image OF
that mother, dag uerreotyped IN ali instant
on the memory Of her children, aud never
To be effaced How many, many times, In
after years, will not sigh hcave their
bosoms, ~ that painful REJECTION looks
cut upon them amid the dearest remem
ORANGES of childhood.
A woman with good impulses, but with
scarcely any self control, was Mrs, Lyon
She loved her children, and desired their
good. That they showed 80 little forbear
ance, one with another, manifested 80
little fraternal affection, grieved her
any whole life ia made unhappy by itr
she would often say. What 10 10 he
dOner 1t Is dreadful to think of family
growing up in discord and disupian Bis,
ter at variance with sister, and brother
lifting up his hand against brother"
As was usual after an ebnllition OF pas
sion, Mrs. Lyon, deeply depr ssed in spir
It's, as we'll rs discouag d, retired from
her family to grieve aud weep Lifting
the frightened baby from the floor, she
drew its head tenderly against her bosom
and leaving the nursery, she ught The
nuiet of her own room There, in repent
ance and humiliation, she recalled the
s,ormy scene through which she had ju-,
passed, AID blamed herself for yielding
blindly to passion, inst cad of meeting the
trouble among her children with quie,
discrimination.
10 weeping. calmness succeeded. Still
abe was perplexed in mind, as well al
rrieved ut her own want OF self-control
What was to be done with her children
How were they TO be governed Alright
Painful did she feel her own unfitness fol
the task. By this time the baby WA
asl, en-. and the mother felt something o.
that tranquil peace tina every true mother
knows when a young babe IL slumberine
on her bosom. A booe lay ON shelf near
where she was sitting, and Mrs. Lyon
scarcely conscious of the act, reached Out
her hand for the volume She opened /,
without feeling any interest in its contents
but she had only read q few sentenc' {
when this remark arrested her attention
.AIl right government of children begins
with self government"
The words seemed written for her and
The truth expresst d was elevated instantly
into mrct prion. she saw 1t in the clear
est light, aud closed the b Ok and bowed
her head in acknOw ledgment OF her owl
errors Thus for some time she hsd beer
SITTING when the murmur of voices from