The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1877-03-25
THE VALUE OF OBEDIENCE.
Iour Young Folks Maaasine.t

Whom ought we to Obeyf This qpes
ion often Srises in the mind of q chile
md very frequently accompanies the com
hand that is received from parents an
Ike most other boy of my age, aud fire.
nentiy rebelied against the commands O
s z3f superiors. i was not able to under
md the propriety of submission to Olde
"a wiser beads, for was like others VIII,
We only, as yet, seen about the length O
seir own little noses, but who imagin
bat they know everything and can Be-,
rther THAI any body else. " To be one'
"a master! Oh, what glorious thing
mt know better THAI those old fogies
ut want Are not the fresh young
inds filed with smart and GO ahead ideas
lat are one hundred times more valuable
pan the old slow coach experiences of our
addies and mammies Z"
~ Such wers my ideas once such too, are
me ideas of the youth of to-day; but when
Il was twelve years of age, was forcibly
truck by an incident that happened to one
mK companions. xssl akence my foolish
deas were chapged 6as taught the
questi0Ms
1t was on o Sunday mUthing, and as it
Eas not yet time to 60 to Church, deter
1nined to occupy the spare moments in ono
my favorite sports. There was, close to
ny house, a very beautiful pear orchard,
Ehich / often visited, ontrary to the
FISHES and comm ands of my parents. This
me walked hurried!y to it and clint bed
PIP one of the largest trees, at the risk of
FALLING to the ground and perhaps of break
spg an arm or a leg.
Don't do that, Albert !" cried an
I'D lady, who was passing by at the time.
e You will tear your Sunday clothes; or
fou may fall, and perhaps be lame all the
Gays of your life !"
d My mother then opened the window.
Alb, you naughty boy How often have
forbidden you TO climb those trees, and
teal the fruit !" MMM
AZ j" said N leaY, "he will not
Stop till he has four hearts. He
Sught to go and George, aud then,
perhaps, he wifi bat happens to.
hose who disobey tNei patents 81
What's the matter z" asked my mother.
Has ANYTHING happened to George-the
DOR boy :"
"Ah, my good woman the thought of
. is enough to make the hair on ones head
land up straight. God grant that what
IAN says that be was there with his cart
hen the train passed, and that he saw it
I listened attentively, with beating
art. George was some years younger
an myself, but he was my favorite COM
ways did just as l wanted him. Ny
Dther, knowing how we'll he was brought
!, preferred me keeping his company to
Hy of the boys in the neig hborhooa. Then
prge's father could tell very interesting
fies of the Mexican War: and, whenever
was in good hnmor, be could talk of his
D0den leg that he brought from the Battle |
Monterey, and of the curious customs of
*e Mexicans.
|" just imagine, my good LADY," said the
ID woman, "a whole express train passing !
ke lightning over the body of poor
eorgef OF course his father had forbid
en him to go near the track, and if he had
beyed, the terrible calamity would not
ave happened"
eve must go and see poor Georges
|arents," replied my mother while |
TODD ahaking with fear at the foot of the
|ear-tree.
It was beautiful walk to Georges house.
rhe grand old trees threw their branches
CROSS the road, forming a beautiful arch
he whole way. The roses and violets per
1med the air with their fragrance, and
be millions of sweet flowers seemed to ask
be to come and bury myself in their en-
races.
had seen George three days before. He
Fas then out in the fields with his good
bother, helping her to toss the hay. His
brilliant black eyes were shining brightly,
nd his couDtenance was radiant with
heerful smiles, and l seemed to hear his
billy shout, as 1 was leaving
"Come SOON again, Albert!"
Come soon again! This was the last of
~ dear companion.
As We neared the house, was obliged
D walk more slowly. did not expect to
ear any good news aud felt that had
lready heard too much
There stood the beautiful little house.
nth its vines creeping up to the very roof,
God 4 how trembled. My mother took
le by the hand. 1 looked up and saw she
'as deadly pale.
Georges mother was sitting quietly on
he piazza, and his father stood near her,
moking his pipe. How strange A little
'ay off the COW was lSing down, near the
edge, chewing her cud.
What miracle I! Why, there comes
gorge himself, running towards US ! There
ere those brilliant black eyes that /
lought would never see again His
1rly head was all covered with hay. The
tile rascal was tumbling somereaults in
le hay field, while was weeping over his
cath.
I" Alb, how can you go on 80, after fright
hing us almost to death ~ 1 commence