Lewie; Or, The Bended TwigBradford, Sarah H. (Sarah Hopkins)
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Lewie; Or, The Bended Twig
Bradford, Sarah H. (Sarah Hopkins)
Fiction
Even if I were sufficiently acquainted with them to detail all the
plans of Agnes for the education and improvement in manners and habits
of her rude and ignorant little pupils, I should not do so here. They
required peculiar training and an unfailing stock of patience, and it
was long before any very perceptible change was wrought in their almost
confirmed habits of carelessness, or any improvement in their rude and
unformed manners; but at length a material change was apparent, and
even the Misses Fairland could not keep their eyes closed to the
visible improvement of the children. They were all much more gentle and
quiet; and even poor Tiney softened much, under Agnes’ gentle
influence, and the light of intelligence began to beam in her
heretofore dull eye. For the first time in her life, she was gaining
useful ideas; and the consciousness that she was learning something as
well as her sisters, seemed to make her happier and more kindly in her
feelings.
It was not long before the door would open gently, as the sound of
their evening hymn was heard, and Mr. Fairland, who was extravagantly
fond of sweet and simple music, would steal into the room, and seat
himself in the corner. And when he heard the voices of his children
singing the praises of God, and saw his poor Tiney, hitherto so
neglected, joining with eager interest in the singing, the tears would
glisten in his eye, and roll unbidden down his cheek. Then he began to
find his way to the school-room on Sunday evenings, and Agnes always
took the opportunity on such occasions, to question the children on the
elements of religious truth, that their young voices might be the means
of instructing their father, who was more ignorant even than they, on
these all-important subjects. At these times he never said one word,
but when he left the room, it was often wiping the tears first, from
one cheek and then from the other, and the heavy tread of his feet
could be heard far into the night, as he walked the whole length of the
two large parlors, with his hands behind him, and his head bent down.
Before Agnes had been six months in the family, the good people sitting
in the church at Wilston, one Sunday, opened their eyes with
astonishment, to see Mr. Fairland walk into church and take his seat in
a pew; and still more were they amazed, to see him do the same thing in
the afternoon. It was a surprise to Agnes too; for though she had not
failed to notice an unusual solemnity about Mr. Fairland, yet no word
on the subject of his duty in this matter had ever passed between them.
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