Year: 1875

am an old woman have only a
few threads more to weave when the
pattern Will be completed and the Mas
ter will fold it up and lap it away It is
an imperfect piece, full of broken threads
and wrong colors. do not like to look
upon it would like TO take it all out
and weave it over again But no, it
must go just as It Is. But I Will try to
add few good threads and right colors
that the finishing up may be better; and
as the garment is folded up may they
appear upon the outside, and, meeting
the gaze of those just weaving their
piece, teach them what to put in their
pattern.


Mothers, young mothers, listen to my
story, and learn "a lesson therefrom.
You DO get so out Of patience with tn at
boy of yours. lie is never quiet-whist-
ling, singing, stamping, some kind of a
noise ali the time. You think you can
not bear it, your nerves are so weak, so
you send him away, out of doors, any
where that you may not be annoyed.
Don't DO it any more.


Come With ne to Yonder cemetery,
| Hero in the corner, under the willow
lies my boy, Earnest Clinton; aged
twenty-one" Sit down with me near
his grave and will tell you about him.
He was beautiful babe. How 1 die
love the precious blue eyed oneI How
cunning he would twine those little arms
around my neck, and press his little
cheek against mine Every moment of
his little baby life was a JOY and comfort
to me. Soon the little feet began to tod
die around and he would run to mamma
for safety. Then the childish prattle
came, aad how sweetly he would lisp
my name, aud, looking in my eyes, say
81 owe 'ou mamma !"


| 0 Earnest, my precious boy, come bacl
again and be once more a babe on moth.
er's knee! Let mother try againl


But the little fellow kept On growing,
and soon arrived to the dignity of his
first pair of pants. How proudly he
strutted around and called himself imam
mas man" BIT l cannot follow hin
along step by step. He soon became
the schol boy; and how | used to ge
out of patience with him as he cam,
rushing in from school, SO noisy anC
boisterous l would scolI him and trI
to keep him quiet by seating him IN q
chair After while he would not come
directly from schooI, but would play b,
the way. Mother had so much to do sh
did not take much heed Of her boy
seeking pleasure away from home.


When he was littIs fellow l always
went with him when he went to bed
read to him from the Bible, knelt b.
him while he said his evening prayer
talked kindly to him about any wrong hr
had done through the day How tende
his little heart was at those times, al
ready to receive impressions for good
And how he used to enjoy these bed
time aIks. But as he grew older, wher
bedtime came l would feel tired, or b
busy, and would send him away alone
He felt badly at Grst, and would kiss m
over and over again before going; bu
after 4 while he would 90 without say
ing anything, or even kissing me. di
Tot then think much about the change
my mind was occupied with work, whicI
seemed more important than anYthin
else.


Thus he z gradually drilted away fror
me. When he was naughty 1 would ge
all out Of patience with him, instead 0
kindly and firmly reproying him.


would dread the vacation-time, and PEI
nit him to go from home to play
could not stop TO amuse and interest hiI
at home, and 1t was such a relief to hav
him away.


But why need l 60 on The lovin
afeciionate boy was Weaned from Lt
mother, and every year found him "a
ther away Rawors began to come {
the ears Of his father and myself OF hi
being wild. We talked with him; L
felt very badly and promised to DO bette
But, alas the chain ofioye Lich shoul