Year: 1859

by whom he felt that he HAD been wrong
ed. An evil seed had been sown in the
earth of his young heart, and, already
its latent principle of life was moving
with vital force.


"I'll lock up all my picture books,
he said to himself, spitefully. Amy
shan't look into one of them again as
long as she lives. l won's play with her
any more, nor paint another dolls dress
for her. I'll throw her Kitten from the
window. and let her casssry out of the
cage-and I'll burn every one of her
playthings that l can put my hands
on -


Now, though John never executed any
of these direful threats against his little
sister, he was really in earnest when he
made them, so full of bad feelings was
his heart And though, on the very
next day, he passed hours with her in
sport, he did not feel right towards. her,
and was not so willing to yield his wish
es for her pleasure as he had been in
times past


AS for Amy, poor child F! She was
wretched enough, alone in her mothers
room, when, but for that mothers angry
refusal to let her have pair of scissors,
she might still have been playing happi-
ly with her brother, who had been sep
arated from her, and sent away up into
the garret, where she was afraid to stay
all by herself even for single moment


An hour after the mother had punished
her children, she laid aside her work,
and went over into her chamber to see
what Amy was doing.


Into some mischief, I'll warrant !''
she said to herself, as she thought how
very quiet the child had been. But she
found her asleep on the floor, with the
tears yet undried upon her cheeks. A
sudden tenderness came over her feelings,
and lifting the beautiful sleeper in her
arms, she laid her upon the bed, and
smoothing back the moist hair from her
forehead, stood and looked for some mo-
ments into her still sad face. She sighed
heavily as the mothers love came rush
I ing back into her heart, and bending
down to the little one, she kissed her ten
derly.


Then thought of John caused her to
turn from the bedside and go out into
the passage, and up to the third story OF
the house. Standing at the foot of the
garret stairs, she called him in a suppress
sed voice. No answer came. She wait
ed for few moments, and then called
once more. But only the echo of her
voice came down to her listening ears
A few hurried steps brought her to the
room up to which she had banished her
offending boy. He, too, was asleep, ly-
ing upon the old chest, where he had at
III ot oSdtcu uHuSSii. LIS Acau Was rest
ing upon the hard wood, and the posi-
ton of his body was, in all respects, /;
most uncomfortable one.


"John !" She laid her hand upor
him.


i The boy started up with a terrified air
He had been dreaming of his sister
they had quarrelled in the dream, and
he had struck her heavy blow on the
head with piece of iron, and seen hel
fall bleeding upon the floor. At thi.
moment, the voice of his mother hac
awakened him.


"Oh, mother didn't mean to dc
it" he cried out, looking fearfully
around him.


Do what, my child ?" was asked il
a snanthino voice,


, For a moment or two, Juuu vvu,.uuo,
to glance around him in a bewilderee
manner, and then said, as he leaned hi
face upon his mother, and burst int,
tears


! ct was only a dream"
Tenderly his mother drew her arm
around him, as she said, in tones of gen
tie admonition-


/" Naughty feelings bring naughty
Dreams"


Ah, if she could have known that 70,
this naughty Dream" she was respon
sible, and not the child, it might hav,
been better for that child, and for all o
her children, in the great future of thei
lives.


Mothers, be patient with your children
Wrong them not by sudden anger. Ma
not the beauty of their young spirit. Il
they are wont to be angry with one an
other, to quarrel in their plays, to hav,
the sunshine of good humor suddenly
fade, look close to yourselves. and see i
the cause thereof does not lie mainly a