Lewie; Or, The Bended TwigBradford, Sarah H. (Sarah Hopkins)
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Lewie; Or, The Bended Twig
Bradford, Sarah H. (Sarah Hopkins)
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It took another hour of sulking before Master Lewie’s pride could be
sufficiently humbled to admit of his asking in a civil tone for the
book; but hunger, which has reduced the defenders of many a strong
fortress, at last brought even this obstinate young gentleman to terms.
The book was handed him, on being properly asked for, and in a very few
minutes the lesson was learned, and recited without a mistake. Lewie
evidently expected a vast amount of commendation from his teacher, but
he received nothing of the kind. Mr. Malcolm only endeavored to make
him understand how much trouble he might have saved himself by
attention to his studies in the morning, and then talked to him very
seriously for some moments upon the folly and wickedness of giving way
to such a furious temper, endeavoring to point out some of the results
to which it would be likely to lead him.
One would think that two or three such contests with his tutor, in each
of which he was finally obliged to yield, would have taught our little
hero _who_ was the master, and would have led him, by timely
compliance, to avoid the recurrence of such scenes. But no! he was so
unaccustomed to having his will thwarted in any particular, that it
seemed almost an impossibility for him to submit to have it crossed.
The moment anything occurred in opposition to his wishes, his strong
will rose rebellious; and having been accustomed to carry all before
it, could only with the utmost difficulty, and after a terrible
struggle, be controlled.
His kind and judicious tutor, to whom the task of instructing so
wayward a youth was by no means a pleasant one, was urged to a
continuance of his labors only by a stern sense of duty; having at
heart the best good of his pupil, and humbly trusting that, with the
blessing of God upon his efforts, he might be able at length to teach
him to exercise some control over himself. This might possibly have
been effected, perhaps, but for the unwise indulgence and sympathy of
his foolishly-fond mother, who was ever at hand, when Mr. Malcolm left,
to listen to her son’s tale of grievances, by which he sometimes
succeeded in convincing her that he was most unjustly and cruelly
treated.
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