Year: 1862

~"''" "N'' t"'''"S NO"H uPou lIt COluH'
and felt the shudder that crept through
all hearts. She died from blow, and
the hand that gave the blow was the hand
OF her own brother, not three years older
than herself. He struck her in blind
passion, and she died. Poor boy . He
became motherless not long afterwarGs.-
The blow killed both mother and sister =


Johns face grew pale. He remem-
bered the sentence, Il will kill you one Of
these days that had been flung so madIy
from his lips; and shuddered at the
thought of its fearful consummation.


Mother said the boy, and his eyes
turned from bis face, and he flushed and
seemed confused.


What is it, my M The kindness Of
her manner reassured him.
You won't be angry with me-


No no. my dear. Say just what is in
your thought


i am 50 quick to be angry


i know it, my child


There was another evidence of hesita-
ton.


We'll, John, speak out


When I get angry, please don't get
angry toe, mother. 1t makes me worse,
and l cant help it, The blood burned
in lis face, and he looked halffrghtened,
as if in dread of n violent reproof


What shall do?


The mothers frame quiyered in her et-
forts to retain a composed exterior rs she
asked this question.


Kiss me, even if ! am naughty. Talk
to me just as you are talking to me now.
Oh, mother = And his arms went round
her neck again. / love you so much
and can't bear to have you cross. Don't
scoli me when I'm bad 1t isn't me
that's naughty, but something in me and
when you scoId, | forget everything.


4 will try, John; but you must try al
so. The mothers heart was full. She
could not trust herself with many senten-
ces.


An hour afterwards, a bitter word
against his sister leaped wildly from the
lips of John. Almost before she could
restrain herself a sharp reproof was on
the tongue of his mother, but reflection
came in time, and she shut her mouth in
silence. The look she gave her boy sub
dued him instantly. Leaving his sister,
he came across the room, and putting his
arm around his mothers neck, said, with
penitent seriousness:


i forgot myself, mother


She only kissed him in reply, and be
went back in his right mind, and stronger
for the moment Of forgetfuIness.


We'll done, Mary > whispered Aunt
Phoebe, bending towards her niece
You have found the way


If SO, may God give me strength to
walk therein was the low reply.


SO surely as you look 10 him in love
for your child, so surely will he give the
strength said Aunt Phoebe. Never
again meet passion with passion, but as
you met it just now, and the evil will
grow weaker daily, for want Of aIiment
aud as it grows weaker, seif-control will
grow stronger, and the boy, in advancing
toward manhood, will advance into self
control, which alone can save him from
that dominion Of passion when mars the
lives and destroys the peace Of SO many
men. This result Is worth all it may
cost; perpetual vigilance is the price Of
civil freedom; so is perpetual vigilance
the price of spiritual freedom. The foes
that assault our hearts, seeking to bind Us
in the thraldom Of evil passions, are
more subtle and deadly than outward
foes, and we must be ever on our guard.
You will not always be able to parry
their attacks. But let no failure produce
If you fall, rise again,
and grid yourself for the battle, and you
will surely come off conqueror in the
end


The prophecy of Aunt Phoebe was
fulfilled. Love was strong in the moth
er's heart, and it had power by know
edge and experience. She was blind be-
'ore, but now she saw clearly; aud so
owe worked by intelligence, and the re-
'ult was good. The passionate boy grew
more controllable under changed disci-
1line, and when manhood found him, it
ound him in possession of himself
EYT Twenty-seven deaths occurred in
New York city and vicinity on Saturday,