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as peppermint and lavender, which suspend the manifestation of the disease, without conducing to its cure. He believed the only effectual and lasting government, the only one that touches the springs of action, and in all circumstances controls them, is self-government. It was this he labored to teach his children. The process was slow but sure. It required judgment, and gentleness, and, above all, patience on the part of the parents; but every inch of ground gained was kept. The children might not appear so orderly as they whose parents are like drill-sergeants, and who, while their eyes are on the fugel-man, appear like little prodigies; but, deprived of external aid or restraint, the self-regulating machine shows its superiority.

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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.


As we have entered Mr. Barclay's dining-room, we are tempted to linger there, and permit our readers to observe the details of the dinner. The right ministration of the table is an important item in home education. Mr. Barclay had a just horror of hurrying through meals. He re

garded them as something more than means of sustaining physical wants,-as opportunities of improvement and social happiness. Are they not so? and is there any danger of affixing an undue importance to that, which may teach, at the rate of three lessons a day, punctuality, order, neatness, temperance, self-denial, kindness, generosity, and hospitality? The conventional manners of highbred people are meant to express these virtues; but alas! with them the sign often exists without the thing signified. In middling life, the form cannot exist without the spirit. The working men and working women of our country need not remain for twelve hours chained to the oar like galley-slaves; and if they will give up a little money for what the wealth of "Rothschilds and the Barings" cannot purchase, time, and devote that time to such a ministration of their meals, as shall secure "Earth's best angel, health," as a guest at the family board,- -as shall develope the mind by conversation, and cultivate refined manners, they will find the amount of good resulting to the home circle incalculable.

Alice and Mary Barclay took their "weeks about," as they called it, to arrange and wait on the table. The table was set with scrupulous neatness. "Mother sees every thing," was their maxim; and sure she was to see it, if the salt was not freshly stamped, the castors in order, and every napkin, glass, spoon, knife, and dish put on, as the girls said, by plummet and line. These are trifles in detail, but their effect on the comfort and habits of a large family of children

can scarcely be magnified. Few tables in the land were more frugal than the Barclays', and few better served. They did not, however, sacrifice the greater to the less, and there were occasions when their customary forms gave place to higher


"Here is our dinner," said Mr. Barclay, turning his eye that had been riveted on the happy, noisy children, to the table where Martha (still the only domestic) was placing the last dish.

"The dinner here, and I have not changed my cap!" said Mrs. Barclay.

"And I have not brushed my hair!". "Nor I," " Nor I," exclaimed, in a breath, half a dozen treble voices.

"It's all my fault,-forgetting to ring the warning bell," said Martha, turning her eye from Wallace to his mother, in explanation of her lapse of memory.

"Never mind, Martha. Better to forget rules for once, than forget your part in the family joy." "That's good, mother! let us break all rules to-day,-let Wally sit by me.'

"O no! mother; by ne! by me!" exclaimed other voices.

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"No. Take your usual place, Wallace, by Haddy."


"O, where is dear little Haddy?" asked Wallace, and was answered by her bouncing into the She had been left up stairs to finish a task. She took her seat beside Wallace. There was some whispering between them, and it was plain by her glad eye and her putting her chubby

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arm around her brother and hugging him close to her, that pussy and the kite were drowned in Lethe.

"I guess, Miss Haddy," said Aunt Betsey, "you got some help about your task."

"Aunt Betsey!" replied the little girl, with a quivering lip, "indeed I did not, that would be doing a lie." How forcibly the "oracles of nature" come from the unperverted mind of a child! She who made this reply was but four years old. The blessing was asked, a usage observed at Mr. Barclay's table. Whatever objection may be urged against it from its abuse, he considered the example of the Savior a definitive precedent for him. His distinct and touching manner of acknowledging the bounties of Providence fixed the attention. It was feeling, not form.

"You have forgotten the napkins to-day, Alice," said her mother.

Alice smiled, and replied in a low voice, "It was Wallace's fault; just as I was going for them I heard him call father, and I forgot them." It was Alice's turn to serve the table, a task always assigned to one, in order to avoid the confusion of the alternate jumping up and down of half a dozen little bodies, the dropping of knives and forks, the oversetting of glasses, and the din and clatter of a disorderly table.

"There is a nice crust for you, Wallace," said Alice, as she passed round the bread; "you love crust."

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"Aunt Betsey," called out little Haddy, who unluckily observed her aunt trespassing against

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one of the ordinances of the table, "it is not proper not to use the butter-knife!"

"Hush, Haddy," breathed her brother, but not in time. The antagonist principle was strong in Aunt Betsey's mind. She cherished with equal fervor dislikes and partialities; and poor little Haddy was no favorite.

"I wonder which is worst," she replied, "to use my own knife as I was brought up to, or for a little saucebox like you to set me right.




Willie, Aunt Betsey's pet, dropped his spoon, put up his lips, and kissed the angry spot away. "I guess, Alice," said Mary, you mean to brush Wally's place clean enough.' Alice smiled. She had unconsciously bestowed double pains in brushing away her brother's crumbs. How naturally affection makes the most ordinary services its medium.

"C), Mary!" said Mrs. Barclay, "I forgot when I gave you the pudding, that you complain ed of a headache this morning."

"It is gone now, mother."

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"It may come back, my dear."

Mary put down her spoon, and gently pushed away her plate, saying, without the slightest shade of dissatisfaction," It looks very good."


Alice placed a dish of strawberries on the table, the first of the season, saying, as she did 80, "Rather a scant pattern, mother." "Yes, barely a taste for each."

"Give mine to Wally, then," said Mary. "And mine too, and mine too," echoed and reichoed from both sides the table.

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