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
With Emmeline, though there were naturally some faults to correct, an
indolence and weakness to overcome, and apparently no remarkable natural
aptitude for acquirement, her task was comparatively easy, for her pupil
had the capabilities, not only of affection but of reverence, to a very
great extent, and once loving and respecting Mrs. Harcourt, not a
command was neglected nor a wish unfulfilled. Eleanor, on the contrary,
though so gifted that teaching might have been a complete labor of
love--by self-will, violent passions, and a most determined want of
veneration, even, of common respect, a resolute opposition from her
earliest years to the wishes of Mrs. Harcourt, because she was merely a
governess, so much her inferior in rank, rendered the task of education
one of the most difficult and painful that can be conceived--increased
from the injudicious partiality of Lord Delmont. It was not indeed the
culpable negligence and dislike which Eleanor afterward displayed toward
her own, but originating in the fancy that Mrs. Harcourt was unjust, and
Emmeline was her favorite. Lord Delmont was one of those unfortunately
weak, irresolute characters, that only behold the surface of things, and
are therefore utterly incapable of acting either with vigor or judgment.
When he did venture into the precincts of his daughters' apartments, he
generally found Eleanor in sobs and tears, and Emmeline quietly pursuing
her daily duties. That Mrs. Harcourt often entreated his influence with
her younger pupil, to change her course of conduct, he never remembered
longer than the time her expostulations lasted. Once or twice indeed he
did begin to speak seriously, but Eleanor would throw her arms round his
neck and kiss him, call him every endearing name, and beg him not to
look so much like grave, cross Mrs. Harcourt, or she should think she
had indeed no one to love her; and her beautiful eyes would swell with
tears, and her voice quiver, so that her gratified father would forget
all his reproof, and give her some indulgence to make up for the
injustice and harshness she encountered in the school-room. Her power
once thus experienced, of course, was never resigned. Her father's
appearance in their study was always the signal for her tears, which she
knew would confirm all his ideas of Mrs. Harcourt's unjust partiality.
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