Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and DaughtersAguilar, Grace
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Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and Daughters
Aguilar, Grace
Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction
"It was, dearest; but it was merciful, notwithstanding. If, God had
passed it by, and permitted Gehazi to continue his sinful course,
without any check or chastisement that would recall him to a sense of
better things, and a wish to pursue them, he might have continued
apparently very happy in this life, to be miserable forever in the next;
to be banished forever from God and His good angels; and would not that
have been still more dreadful than the heaviest suffering here? In those
times God manifested his judgments through His prophets directly. That
is not the case now, but He has given us His word to tell us, by history
as well as precept, those things that are pleasing to Him, and those
which excite His anger; and which, if not corrected while we are in this
world, will cause our condemnation when our souls appear before Him in
judgment, and when we can not correct them if we would. Now children,
and even young people, can not know those things as well as their
parents and guardians can, and if we neglect to teach them right and
wrong, God is more angry with us than with them, as He tells Ezekiel."
She read from the 18th to the 22d verse of the third chapter, and
explained it, so that Ellen could clearly understand it, and then said.
"And now, my dear Ellen, can you quite understand and quite feel why I
have caused you so much pain, and been, as I dare say you have felt, so
very, very severe?"
Ellen's arms were round her neck in a moment, and her head cradled on
her bosom, as her sole reply, for she felt she could not speak at first,
without crying again.
"I wish I could remember that God sees me wherever I am," she said after
a short pause, and very sadly. "I am so frightened when I think of any
body's anger, even Caroline's, that I can not remember any thing else."
"Did you notice the Psalm we read the day before yesterday, my dear
Ellen, in the morning lesson?"
The child had not; and her aunt turning to the 129th, read the first
twelve and the two last verses carefully with her, adding--
"Suppose you learn one verse for me every morning, till you can repeat
the whole fourteen perfectly, and I think that will help you to remember
it, my Ellen, and prove to me that you really are anxious to correct
yourself; and now one word more, and I think I shall have talked to you
quite enough."
"Indeed, indeed I am not tired, dear aunt," replied Ellen, very
earnestly; "I feel when you are talking to me as if I never could be
naughty again. Oh! how I wish I never were."
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