First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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it not soon learn to connect, so thoroughly, goodness with happiness,
that, through after-life, the ideas can never present themselves apart.
"As mind is developed," he would say, "let the sources of the child's
happiness be ennobled: teach it to prize, as its best reward, the
love and approval of its parent; to dread, as its greatest punishment,
the withholding such. And, to acquire this power, let your tenderest
indulgence, the perpetual sunshine of your countenance, be the very
atmosphere in which your child is reared; and soon, the sight of
features on which no smile appears, will be chastisement sufficient,
and you be spared the brutalizing and alienating your offspring, by
beating it into forced obedience, and spontaneous hatred."
That such a man as we have described, was ever found, in the fulfilment
of his active duties as a pastor, the conscientious and benevolent
Christian, we need scarcely add.
The income arising from Mr. Jackson's living was considerable; and,
as he had also private property, he was quite independent; it was,
therefore, entirely as a favour; that Mrs. Montgomery meditated
requesting him to take charge of Edmund's education. He, on his part,
came into all her plans and wishes, with as much readiness and warmth,
as his enthusiastic praises of our hero had led her to hope.
The parsonage, to which Mr. Jackson had built very elegant additions,
stands within a short walk of Lodore House. Its own situation is
beautiful. Indeed, it is scarcely possible to choose a spot in this
immediate neighbourhood which is not so. Every distance is terminated
by magnificent mountains. More or less ample views of the lake,
are almost everywhere to be descried through trees that grow with
luxuriance to the water's-edge; the long vista of each opening,
carpeted with a velvet sod of the tenderest green; while, where the
wooding climbs the feet of the hills, bare rocks, like the sides and
turrets of ruined castles, protrude in many parts, giving much beauty
and variety to the scenery. One of the highest of these lifts itself
conspicuously above the grove which embowers Mr. Jackson's dwelling,
and stands just in view of his study-windows. It is crowned by a rent
and blasted oak, the outer branches of which still bud forth every
spring, displaying a partial verdure, while the naked roots are bound
around the rock's hard brow, with a grasp which has maintained its hold
from age to age, against the winds and rains of countless winters.
Beyond the woods, stupendous Skiddaw rears its lofty head, enveloped
in perpetual clouds, in much the same manner, that it backs the view
of Lodore House; for in this wild region, that mountain holds so
conspicuous a place in every scene, that it may almost be said to be
omnipresent.
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