prayers before the meal, and again at bedtime.
He would often wake his daughters in the morning by pelting them with stockings, crying, “Come, my rosebuds!”
The young people were apt to linger over the breakfast table in talk.
If this were unduly prolonged, Mr. Ward
would appear, “hatted and booted for the day,” and say, “Young gentlemen, I am glad that you can afford to take life so easily.
I am old, and must work for my living!”
Dinner was at four o'clock, supper at half past 7.
At table, Julia
sat beside her father; he would often take her right hand in his left, half unconsciously, and hold it for some time, continuing the while to eat his dinner.
, her right hand imprisoned, would sit dinnerless, but never dreamed of remonstrating.
She had a habit of dropping her slippers off while at the table.
one day quietly secured an empty slipper with his foot, and then said: “My daughter, I have left my seals in my room.
Will you be so good as to fetch them for me?”
A moment's agonized search, and Julia
went, “one shoe off and one shoe on,” and brought the seals.
Nothing was said on either side, but the habit was abandoned.
's anxious care for his children's welfare extended to every branch of their conduct.
One evening, walking with Julia
, he met his sons, Henry
, each with a cigar in his mouth.
He was much troubled, and said: “Boys, you must give this up, and I will give it up too. From this time I forbid you to smoke, and I will join you in relinquishing the habit.”