The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
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The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.
Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
Adventure stories; Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Mary I, 1553-1558 -- Juvenile fiction
“I do not like the priest here,” she continued; “of course I like
Father Laurence, but Middleton is too far away and when I went to
confession the other day I said something to Father Ambrose about
father, but he was not a bit kind and sympathetic like our dear old
priest at home. I always keep a candle burning for father; that is
what I mainly spend my money on, and I wanted him to tell me how long
he thought it would be before my father’s soul would get to heaven; do
you think it will be very long, and will my candles help him? Somehow I
do not see why God should make any difference because of our candles;
suppose my father had had no little girl to burn candles; or suppose
that I had had no money, that would have been worse still.”
“These things are very difficult, sweet child, but I am sure that the
love of your little heart that happens to show itself in buying the
candles must meet with its own reward, whether candles themselves are
necessary or not. But I am afraid that I cannot be of much use to you,
little one, because I am no longer of the old faith.”
“Tell me something about that then. Father said that he would tell me
when I got older.”
“I do not want to unsettle you,” Ian said; “but of one thing I feel
sure,--that God would never deal harshly with a child that believed
what it had been taught. When we get older it is different, just as it
is in the other responsibilities of life. That is largely why we are
put here in this world,--to learn to think for ourselves and take up
responsibilities: things are not made too easy for us, or we should not
have the high honour that God has given us of largely building our own
characters,--of making ourselves.”
Aline sat quiet and thoughtful for some time. “Master Menstrie,” she
said at length, “I am not so very young now and I think that I should
like to begin to know something about these things.”
“You have not read the Bible, I suppose,” said Ian.
“No, it is wicked to read the Bible.”
“Why?”
“The priests say so.”
“But how do you know that they are right? After all, what is the Bible?
It is the word of God, and although even the Bible was written by human
beings, it is largely the words of our Lord himself and the writings of
people who actually knew him or lived in that very time.”
Ian talked to her for some time, and then Aline said that she would
like to read the Bible.
“There is no reason why you should not,” he said, “but you must
remember that you are undertaking a great responsibility, and that
though it may bring great joy and comfort, it will be the beginning
of sorrow too, and you are very young,” he added, looking at her
wistfully. “I have a little English translation of the New Testament,”
he went on after a pause, “which I can lend you, but Audry was telling
me the other day that you could read Greek.”
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