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The foster-sisters : $b A story in the days of Wesley and Whitfield
Guernsey, Lucy Ellen
Evangelical Revival -- England -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Dear Mother, do not send us away among strangers!" said she between
her sobs! "Let us live and die here with you, and the mothers and
sisters we have known so long; you are our only mother on earth, do not
send us away from you."
The lady was affected even to tears; and it was some moments before she
could command her voice to speak.
"Dear child, it is not I who send you away!" said she at last. "I have
no right to detain you when your father demands your presence. Be
calm, my Aimeè! I am not able to bear this agitation;" and indeed her
changing color alarmed me.
Amabel made a desperate effort to control herself, and succeeded so far
as to become quiet, though she could not speak.
"I would indeed gladly see you both in the safe shelter of the
cloister," continued dear Mother, stroking Amabel's head, as she still
knelt beside her; "but even that shelter is not always a protection in
these days. But your father has the right to dispose of you, and if he
requires that you should return to him, you have no choice but to obey.
It is hard for me to part with you, my little ones, but the parting
must have come at any rate, since I must soon leave you, even if you
did not leave me."
"Dear Mother do not say so!" I ventured to say.
"We all hope that the change will do you good; everyone says that the
new house is in a more healthy situation than this."
"I shall remove to another house before that change is made, my
child;—even to that house which is not made with hands. But do not let
it grieve you over-much. To me it is a joyful prospect, especially as I
shall leave the little flock I have ruled so long, in comparative ease
and safety. But now listen, my little ones, to the last words I may be
able to say to you—for my strength may fail at any time, and I believe
my end to be nearer than Father Brousseau thinks."
She then proceeded to give us much advice regarding our future
conduct—excellent, I am sure, from her own way of looking at things,
though some of it was quite impossible to any one living in the world.
But most of it was very good, and has always been of use to me.
And I may say here, that since I have myself had the ordering of a
family of young people, I have found the advantage of many things
I learned under our dear mother's rule—such as the habit of doing
everything in the exact time of it, and not letting one duty, as it
were, tread on the heels of another. At St. Jean, when the bell struck
the hour of recreation, all work must be dropped on the instant; and
the same was true of our play. One might think this would be often very
inconvenient, but knowing that it must be so, one learned to make one's
arrangements accordingly, and thus much time was saved.
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