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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
Such was the state of things in my day. The house was almost ruinous,
and the vineyard, the olive orchard, and all together, furnished us
with a scanty subsistence. True, we children and the young novices
always had enough to eat, such as it was; but I fancy the Abbess and
the elder nuns kept more fasts than were in the calendar, while their
robes bore the marks of much careful mending and darning. Be this as it
might, I never heard a complaint. The good ladies were as cheerful as
possible, and in their hours of recreation would laugh and frolic like
school girls. They had formerly taught a little school for the children
of the neighboring village, and a few still came, almost by stealth, to
receive instruction in religion and needlework, and such other things
as were considered fit for them. We were not permitted to mix with
these children; but we knew them all by sight, and we were allowed to
make little presents for them, such as pincushions, caps, and aprons.
As I remember it now, I believe the ladies lived in perpetual
expectation of being turned out on the world or shut up in convents of
some other order; but they did not allow their fear to hinder them in
the discharge of their duties, or what they believed to be such. How
many times I have wished that these poor souls could have come under
the influence of such preachers and teachers as we have had of late
years in England. What a difference would the doctrines of free grace
and salvation have made in their lives.
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CHAPTER II.
EARLY RECOLLECTIONS.
I WAS born in England about the year 1728 as nearly as I can find out.
My mother was first cousin to Lady Leighton, and married a gentleman of
her own name, who for love of her, forsook his native county and bought
a small estate not far from the Scottish border in Northumberland.
My mother had twins about the time that Lady Leighton died, and as only
one of the babes lived, she was easily persuaded to give the vacant
place to the little motherless Amabel, the daughter of her nearest and
dearest friend.
Sir Julius loved his beautiful young wife, and after she was taken
away, he could at first hardly endure the sight of her child. He had
been left with a large fortune and an unencumbered estate by his
father, who had been a prudent gentleman and a great man of business.
But Sir Julius was as I fancy very unlike the old gentlemen in every
respect. He liked living in London better than in Northumberland, and
spending money better than saving it. Moreover he was a hot Jacobite
and soon got into trouble with the existing Government by engaging in
some of the numerous plots of the time.
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