A Grandmother's Recollections

t stand very high, felt considerable relief in consequence of our, (or, as I am tempted to say, the children's) improved behavior. I remember

of cards? We want it in our play-room-P

lied mamma, looking considerably worried, "

l day," rejoined the precocious canvasser

hem, and George is so terribly passionate, and hates to ha

ate! A deep-seated, and, I fear, incurable one, Amy; for of course you have us

strength seemed inexhaustible-the comfort and convenience of the whole family disregarded, not because he was the best, but the worst child-and often the destruction of some highly-pri

continued in a fretful tone; "We'll put 'em all away before he ge

rsue a course so different from her usual one, that I listened in surprise: "No, Ca

ble resource of refactory children who happen to be near a door; namely, turning

grandmother, setting up her spectacles, exclaimed commandingly: "Caroline, how dare you st

ts and portly person somewhat resembling a ship under full sail-she made rather an abrupt retreat; discomposing the nerves of a smal

a conspicuous situation of disgrace for looking at a companion who was performing some strange antic, but who possessed one of those india-rubber faces that, after twisting themselves into all possible, or rather impossible shapes, immediately become straight the moment any one observes them-having, I say, met with this mortifying exposure, it gave me a

h a sigh, "how much better yo

ou perceive the effect of a little well-timed authority, and I do not despair of you yet. You are naturally," she continued, "amiable and indolent, and though gentle

ublesome and exacting, and far more companionable. The worried look gradually cleared from my mother's brow, and as my grandmother was extremely fond of sight-seeing, visiting, tea-drinkings, and everything in the shape of company, she persevered in dragging her daughter out day after day, until she made her enjoy it almost as much as herself. Old acquaintances were

hibited article of luxury-their usual breakfast consisting of mashed potatoes, or bread and milk; and my grandmother used to relate how one morning a little curly-headed thing approached her with an air of great mystery, and whispered: "What do you think we had for breakfast?" "Something very good, I suspect-what can it be?" "Guess." "O, I cannot; you must tell me." "Buttered bread!" Our laughter increased as she gave an amusing account of the blue eyes stretched to their utmost extent, as these wonderful words were pronounced hesitatingly, as though doubtful of the effect; and in consequence

od, which cannot be bought. "Things were not so and so when I was young," was a favorite remark of hers; and as I one day remarked that "those must have been wonderful times when old people were young," she smiled and said that "though not wonderful

with you, grandmother?"

ng mostly left to nurses and servants; but you all seem eager for information on that point, and although there is absolut

igh glee to my grandmother's apartment, ready for th