Children's poetry; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Sunday school literature
"I am glad of it," said Isabella: "I have been trying to be faithful to
myself, and I rejoice that one day has passed at the close of which my
mother can give me a smile of approbation. I have been looking back upon
this long sickness, and I fear I have not improved as I ought: I must
begin in earnest now, relying upon divine assistance."
It was a happy morning in Mr. Gardner's family when Isabella once more
took her usual seat at the breakfast table. She was pale and thin: the
glow of health had left her cheeks; but there was an expression there
that showed the better health of the soul. The grateful child joined the
family group at breakfast with a prayer that she might never again
disturb its harmony.
But little time had passed before her school companions found that she
was "renewed in the spirit of her mind." They found her ready to forgive
those who injured her, willing to oblige others, and to be pleased
herself. They soon began to love her much; for her bright, active mind,
made her a delightful companion; and it was not long before Isabella
Gardner was one of the most pleasing and best-esteemed girls in school.
The beautiful summer had passed, and the solemn autumn. The green fields
had given their rich crops to the farmers, making glad their hearts with
an abundance of good things. In short, winter had come, and was nearly
gone.
At the close of a cold day the family of Mr. Gardner were sitting by
their comfortable fire. "I have been thinking," said little George, as
he looked into the bright fire, "how good sister Isabella has grown
lately. She has not spoken a cross word to me since I can remember; and
cousin Emily Gray says she would rather come to see her than anybody,
now that she is so kind and obliging."
Mr. Gardner tried, by a serious look and shake of the head, to make
little George understand that he did not like his remarks; but George
did not see him, and went on to say that he should like to know how
Isabella had managed to grow so good.
"I see your kindness, dear father," said Isabella, "in wishing George to
be silent lest he should hurt my feelings; but you need not shake your
head at him, for I am quite willing that he should say what he thinks. I
have noticed how carefully you and mother have avoided speaking of my
faults; but I have known by your silent kindness that you have seen and
approved of my efforts to overcome them. I have done but little; but I
hope by perseverance to become more worthy to be your child.
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