That tears came gushing over the mother’s face is no cause of wonder, nor that she returned, half wildly, the embrace and kiss of her child.

Let us hope that, in her future conduct towards her ardent, restless boy, she may be able to control herself; for then she will not find it hard to bring him under subjection to what is right.

THE CHRISTMAS PARTY.

Christmas had come round again—­merry old Christmas, with his smiling face and wealth of good cheer; and every preparation had been made by the Arlingtons for their annual Christmas party, which was always a gay time for the young friends of the family.

Some hundreds of miles away, in a quiet New-England village, lived Mr. Archer, an uncle of Mr. Arlington.  He was a good man; but being a minister of the old school, and well advanced in years, he was strongly prejudiced against all “fashionable follies,” as he called nearly every form of social recreation.  Life was, in his eyes, too solemn a thing to be wasted in any kind of trifling.  In preaching and praying, in pious meditation, and in going about to do good, much of his time was passed; and another portion of it was spent in reflecting upon and mourning over the thoughtless follies of the world.  He had no time for pleasure-taking; no heart to smile at the passing foibles or merry humours of his fellow-men.

Such was the Rev. Mr. Jason Archer—­a good man, but with his mind sadly warped through early prejudices, long confirmed.  For years he had talked of a journey to the city where his niece, to whom he was much attached, resided.  This purpose was finally carried out.  It was the day before Christmas, when Mrs. Arlington received a letter from the old gentleman, announcing the fact that she might expect to see him in a few hours, as he was about starting to pay her and her family the long-intended visit.

“Uncle Archer will be here to-morrow,” said Mrs. Arlington to her husband, as soon as she met him after receiving her letter.

“Indeed!  And so the good old gentleman has made a move at last?”

“Yes; he’s going to eat his Christmas dinner with us, he says.”

“So much the better.  The pleasure of meeting him will increase the joy of the occasion.”

“I am not so sure of that,” replied Mrs. Arlington, looking a little serious.  “It would have been more pleasant to have received this visit at almost any other time in the year.”

“Why so?”

“You know his strong prejudices?”

“Oh, against dancing, and all that?”

“Yes; he thinks it a sin to dance.”

“Though I do not.”

“No; but it will take away half my pleasure to see him grieved at any thing that takes place in my house.”

“He’ll not be so weak as that.”

“He thinks it sin, and will be sadly pained at its occurrence.  Is it not possible to omit dancing for once?”