Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1872-01-31
Patient Continuance in wcll.DoIng.


"Tberc rm not going to try to be good
any more. 1t is not one bit of use trying.
I'm the worst girl in the world, suppose 90
Little Mabel Walker said this, standing 10
the parlor window nodding and shaking her
head with less grace than anger. She had
walked straight across the room to the bay
window, drawn up the curtain with jerk,
and stood there, evidently in pet. At the
last words she quite broke down, dashed away
a few tears as if vexed at their appearance,
and burst out alresh
There isn't know, the least use in try
ing any longer-l never can"
ner sofa, and the little girl started, turned
round, and sprang towards the owner of the
voice with n sudden impulse Of delight.
" Uncle Horace why--why--when did
you come 2--ihey never told me -
al came in the early train from New
York, dear, and think Nora only knows of
my arrival was trying to rest here a lit
tie, before breakfast"
And I've disturbed you | am sorry,
Uncle Horace, and | will 60 right out, and
let you sleep"
" No, dear do not care to sleep, and
want to talk with you now. Sit down here,
IN this little rocker, and tell me what aDgered
my little nece?" Mabel hung her head, and
bit her thumb-nai in silence.
" 1t is a solemn thing to resolve to be bad,
dear !"
Mabel raised her eyes inquiringly, but
dropped them directly, seeming 10 compre-
heud his meaning.
Come, dear tell me all about this great
trouble Of yours, that caused such bitter
words just now perhaps l can help you"
" don't think you can, Uncle Horace. |
guess | never can be good so long as Hugh
Walker troubles me SO"
Hugh your brother Hugh ? Why, be
is number one on my list Of good boys ="
"Wcu, don't think good boy viii troub-
lie his sister, and Mabel began to cry.
" or course not. Did Hugh trouble you
this morning, dear ?'
" Yes, uncle, I'll tell you. Hugh always
trouble. nc most when don't fee we'll get
up every morning and think, Now | will be
good to-day and | kneol down and ask God
TO help me, because mamma says | ought al
ways to seek his help and when | come
down stairs Hugh begins the FIRST thing, to
yex me, if don't feel very well. This
morning my stomach felt badly, and my nee.
ached, but | thought, will be pleasant il
| don't feel well : so | told Hugh good
morning as CHEEKY as could be and he said,
in his provoking way, Morning, Miss Qun-
cy Quence Aud | said, am not Miss
Quincy Quence, Hugh Walker = aud he
threw up his hands and laughed at me, and
called him hateful thing, and mamma said,
3 o Mabel :! with such a solemn look that
know she blamed me and Hugh began sing
ing Taus for breakfast, break fast and
went to put my hand over his mouth to stop
it, and he pushed me against the table, and
then mamma sent me in here. know | AIN
naughty girl, but shouldn't be if it wasn't
for Hugh | know that"
Uncle Horace was silent moment, and
Mabel rocked quickly to and fro in her little
chair. Then he turned his eyes fully upon
her, and took her hand in his saying, with
touch Of sadness in bis tone
Little Mabel, this is the way with all of
US; we like too well TO lay our sins upon 9th
ers. Now, dear, you must do right, though
dozen Hughs trouble you. You must do
right for yourself alone. Now tell me- dear,
#, when this inn-loving Hugh called you Miss
Quincy Quence just now if you had only
smiled, do ycu think you would have lost your
temper, panied mamma, and been so agitated
with wicked thoughts ?"
Mabel shook her head.
And if you had felt quite well, dear,
don't you think you would have smiled ?"
The little girl nodded slightly.
"Then it is not master Hugh, after all,
that makes you bad !"
Mabel stopped rocking, and for moment
the tears fell fast, and then she said, still sob
bing. " If it is all my fault, how am ever
going to be better ?"
BY trying and by doing."
| do try and"
Ah yes, but you must continue in we'll
doing, and strengthen yourself by all the lit
tie helps you eau fud We cannot do right
in our own strength but God has promised to
help Us, It we ask Alright. You started
rightly, but am sorry to say did not, by pa
tieut continuance in well-doing, triumph over
your ill-iecliugs, If, instead of answering
your brother sharply, you had turned
pleasantly away, aud taken draught OF
cold water, or glass Of nice milk, and then
gone Into your garden and looked at the beau.
tiul flowers, | think these little things would
have helped you overcome the irrtabilty that
you lelt on account Of faint or disordered
stomach.
"Now | want you to have this little text
! with you all the time, to helm you in the fam.