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
"Very little, compared with her sister," replied Mrs. Hamilton; "she is
not nearly so fond of it, and therefore does not devote so much time to
its acquirement just yet."
"Do you think it right to permit children to follow their own
inclinations with regard to their education?" asked another rather
stern-looking lady, with much surprise.
"Only with regard to their accomplishments; my Emmeline is as fond of
drawing as Caroline is of music, and therefore I indulge her by
permitting her to give more time to the one, than to the other."
"But do you think natural taste can be traced so early? that it can be
distinguished from idleness or perverseness?"
"Indeed, I do," replied Mrs. Hamilton, earnestly. "If a child be allowed
leisure to choose its own pursuits, and not always confined to the
routine of a school-room, natural taste for some employment in
preference to another will, I think, always display itself. Not that I
would depend entirely on that, because I think it right and useful to
cultivate a taste for all the fine arts, only giving more time to that
which is the favorite. My niece has shown no decided taste for any
particular pursuit yet; but I do not neglect the cultivation of
accomplishments on that account; if, in a few years, a preference
manifests itself, it will be quite time enough to work hard at that
particular branch."
"Is that pretty little harp used by either of your daughters?" inquired
the first speaker. "It looks very much as if it were the especial
property of my engaging little friend."
"Your guess is correct," replied Mrs. Hamilton, smiling "Emmeline was
quite sure she should hate music, if she must learn the great ugly
piano. If she might only have a harp, she would do all she could to
learn, and she really has."
"And may we not hear her?"
"When the room is not quite so full: she has not half her sister's
confidence, and so large an audience would frighten away all her little
powers; but I will promise you a very sweet song instead," she added, as
Herbert approached, and eagerly whispered some request. "That is, if my
persuasions can prevail on my young friend; Mrs. Greville, must I ask
your influence, or will mine be enough?"
"What, with Mary? I rather think, your request in this case will be of
more weight than mine;" and a few minutes afterward Mrs. Hamilton led
the blushing, timid girl in triumph to the piano. Her voice, which was
peculiarly sweet and thrilling, though not strong, trembled audibly as
she commenced; but Herbert was turning over the leaves of her music, his
mother was standing close beside her, and after the first few bars her
enthusiastic spirit forgot the presence of all, save those she loved,
and the spirit of her song.
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