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
"Then, dearest, is it necessary for me to answer your former question? I
see by that conscious look that it is not. You have always trusted my
experience and affection, my Emmeline, trust them now, and try my plan.
Think of your dear father, whom you can not love too well, or whose
compelled absence really regret too much; but so think of him, as to
pray continually in spirit to your gracious God, to have him always in
His holy keeping, either on sea or land, in storm or calm, and so
prosper his undertaking, as to permit his return to us still sooner than
we at present expect. The very constant prayer for this, will make you
rest secure and happy in the belief, that our God is with him wherever
he is, as He is with us, and so give you cheerfulness and courage to
attend to your daily duties, and conquer any thing like too selfish
sorrow. Will you try this, love, even if it be more difficult now, than
it would have been a few days ago?"
"I will indeed, mamma," and she raised her head from her mother's
shoulder, and tried to smile. "When you first addressed me to-day, I
thought you were almost harsh, and so cold--so you see even there I was
thinking wrong--and now I am glad, oh, so glad, you did speak to me!"
"And I know who will be glad too, if I have prevented his having a Niobe
for his Tiny, instead of the Euphrosyne, which I believe he sometimes
calls you. I thought there was one particular duet that Percy is to be
so charmed with, Emmy. Suppose you try it now." And, her tears all
checked, her most unusual gloom dispersed, Emmeline obeyed with
alacrity, and finding, when she had once begun, so many things to get
perfect for the gratification of her brothers, that nearly three hours
slipped away quite unconsciously; and when Caroline returned from a
walk, she was astonished at the change in her sister, and touched by the
affectionate self-reproach with which Emmeline, looking up in her face,
exclaimed--
"Dear Caroline, I have been so pettish and so cross to you since papa
left, that I am sure you must be quite tired of me; but I am going to be
really a heroine now, and not a shy sentimental one; and bear the pain
of papa's absence as bravely as you do."
And she did so; though at first it was, as her mother had warned her,
very difficult to compel the requisite exertion, which for employment
and cheerfulness, was now needed; but when the _will_ is right, there is
little fear of failure.
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