Sometimes she would hold the distressed child with angry violence to her bosom, while it screamed with renewed energy; and then, finding that it still continued to cry, toss it from her upon the bed, and let it lie, still screaming, until fear lest its mother should be tempted to come to her distressed babe, would cause her again to take it to her arms.

A hard time had that poor child of it on that first night of its most painful experience in the world.

It was scolded, shaken, and even whipped by the unfeeling nurse, until, at last, worn out nature yielded, and sleep threw its protecting mantle over the wearied babe.
"How did you get along with Henry ?" was the mother's eager question, as she entered Jane's room soon after daylight.
"O very well, ma'am," returned Jane.
"I heard him cry dreadfully in the night.

Several times I thought I would come in and take him." "Yes, ma'am, he did scream once or twice very hard; but he soon gave up, and has long slept as soundly as you now see him." "Dear little fellow!" murmured the mother in a trembling voice.

She stooped down and kissed him tenderly--tears were in her eyes.
On the next night, Henry screamed again for several hours.