Christmas Holidays; or, a Visit at Home — John Shaqi
Christmas Holidays; or, a Visit at HomeAnonymous
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Christmas Holidays; or, a Visit at Home
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Christmas -- Juvenile literature; Christmas stories; Sunday school literature
Every day of the following week was passed among their relatives, till
the last day of the old year arrived. The boys had then but one day to
remain at home; and on this day the rain poured down in torrents. To
a reflecting mind, there is something in this period, which fills the
heart with a tender sorrow; the youthful party, however, were as yet
strangers to any great concern either for the past or future. Howard
alone began to feel; his mind was unusually matured, for one of his
age; and his character resembled his mother’s in many respects; an
extreme delicacy of sentiment marked all his thoughts――and an intuitive
sense of pain his actions: he never witnessed the dejection of another,
but he was sure to imbibe a portion of their grief. The indigent widows
who were his mother’s pensioners, had always a ready friend in him; and
from quite a little child, he never beheld a poor ragged boy or girl,
that he did not wish to give them some of his little clothes:――and one
day, seeing a poor beggar come into the hall, he ran before any one
was aware of it, and took from the side-board, a loaf of bread, and
carrying it in his little apron, threw it into the beggar’s lap. This
disposition continued, and now in his twelfth year, he is constantly
doing little acts of kindness to all within his reach. Is it to be
wondered at, that such a boy, ensures to himself the good will of all
who know him?
At length _New Year’s_ day came: this was passed at home, with uncles,
and aunts, and cousins, a goodly number. After the day was over, and
the guests had all returned to their homes, Howard and George lingered
round the fire, and their mother took the opportunity to give them
directions for their conduct during the _New Year_, upon which they
had entered. It was such advice, as every pious, and judicious parent,
should give to her sons, when on the eve of parting from them. She
bade them call to mind the past year, and think how often they had
offended against God; how many times they had broken his commandments;
how often they had acted contrary to the advice of their parents, and
teachers, by breaking the Sabbath, and by other acts of folly; which,
however trivial _in their eyes_, would not be overlooked by God, “who
is the searcher of the thoughts and intents of the heart.”
In this manner the hours wore away, and bed time arrived; the trunks
were already packed to be ready for the morning stage, which was to
convey the boys back to the school, twelve miles distant from town:
next morning, a loud rap at the door of their sleeping apartment,
aroused Howard and George, from most delicious slumbers; and the bright
sun darting his beams into the windows, admonished them to arise.
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