Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and Daughters — John Shaqi
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
"Not now, perhaps; but I wish him to know that when I speak, he must
obey me. It is, I think, a mistaken doctrine, that we ought to give
children a _reason_ for all we desire them to do. Obedience can then
never be prompt, as it ought to be. And, in fact, if we wait until they
are old enough to understand the reasons for a command, the task will be
much more difficult, from the ascendency which willfulness may already
have obtained."
"But then why were you so cruel as to send the poor child up-stairs? Was
it not enough to take the toy from him?"
"Not quite; for him to remember that he must not touch it again."
"And do you really think he will not?"
"I can only hope so, Eleanor; but I must not be disheartened if he do.
He is an infant still, and I can not expect him to learn such a
difficult lesson as obedience in one, two, or six lessons."
"And will he love you as much as if you had given it to him?"
"Not at the moment, perhaps, but when he is older he will love me more.
And it is that hope which reconciles me to the pain which refusing to
indulge him costs me now."
"And voluntarily you will bear the pain which had almost brought tears
into the eyes of the severe and stoical Mrs. Hamilton!" exclaimed
Eleanor.
"It was a foolish weakness, my dear Eleanor, for which my husband would
have chidden me; but there must be pain to a mother if called upon to
exert authority, when inclination so strongly points to indulgence."
"Well, if ever I have any thing to do with children, I certainly shall
not be half as particular as you are, Emmeline. I really can not imagine
what harm gratifying myself and Percy could possibly have done."
"If ever you have children, my dear Eleanor, may you have strength of
mind and self-control sufficient to forget self, and refuse the
gratification of the present moment for the welfare of future years!"
Mrs. Hamilton spoke impressively, and something, either in her words or
tone, caused the blood to rush into Eleanor's cheeks, and she hastily
walked to the window; then, as abruptly returning, she kissed her
sister, a very rare token of affection, and declaring she was much too
good for her to understand, quitted the room.
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