Cure For A Foul Mouth

Whetl the enoBinpment was near their homo, little Stephen loved to go with his fath er, who was an officer, and see th i tent, tho drill, and lo hear the musio. Ho was mueh about the camp, and learnad even to beat the tattoo upon the drum. One duy tho General carne up aud ufed some very profane words. 'fhe child knew the language was wiuked, and 8aid to the General, ' Sir, it is wrong to use mieh words as you do.' Aftor a little while the General sworo ngain. 'Oh, sir,' gaid the little one, ' it wnuld not do for you to bo y mamma's little boy.' ' Why not, my chap ?' 1 Because, sir, if ebe shouid hear you say wicked words, she would wash joyr niúuth out with soap and ehurcoal.'