Christian life -- Fiction; Farm life -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
"I won't hear my father abused--please, ma'am, I won't stand it; he
wasn't poor till bad people made him so, and, and"--The child broke
off, and burst into a passion of tears.
Mrs. Farnham was gratified. She had worried the poor child out of her
silent moodiness, and now fell to soothing her exactly as she would
have pulled the ears of a lap-dog, till he was ready to bite, and then
patted him into good humor again.
And this was the training which was to prepare poor Isabel for the
great after-life of a soul, imbued with natural goodness, and yet
possessed of great faults.
The lovely child, who from her infancy had been the subject of some
superior care, was now at the mercy of a capricious, silly woman,
selfish as such women usually are, and with a dash of malice in her
nature, which more frequently accompanies a frivolous mind than we are
disposed to admit.
But Isabel had a good heart, and an intellect so much superior to that
of the woman who claimed to be her benefactress, that this constant
irritation of a naturally high temper, was more likely to end in
exciting her passions than in really undermining her principles.
Mary Fuller, with her gentleness and her beautiful Christianity, had,
up to this time, exercised the most worthy effect upon Isabel's
character, and never in her after-life did she entirely lose the noble
impressions thus obtained.
It is difficult to spoil a human being, entirely, who has spent the
first ten years of life under pure domestic influences. Chester's
daughter had carried a heart of gold to the Alms House, and she
brought all this wealth away; but she was an impulsive, sensitive
girl, and if Mrs. Farnham had no influence strong enough to pervert
her nature, she had the power to thwart and annoy her beyond her
capacities of patient endurance.
The truth was, Mrs. Farnham had no idea of the responsibility which
she had taken upon herself. Isabel was to her a pet--a subject upon
which to exercise her authority, and that promised to gratify her
vanity--not a human soul which it was her solemn duty to guard,
strengthen and develop. Benevolence in this woman amounted to nothing
higher than a caprice.
The conversation we have repeated was a sample of many others that
were constantly irritating the poor child, even amid her first hours
of homesickness. Unlike Mary Fuller, she had no occupation, for Mrs.
Farnham considered usefulness of any kind the height of vulgarity.
Indeed! she was so remarkably sensitive on this subject that a very
shrewd observer might have fancied that the lady had known a little
more of labor, in her younger days, than she was willing to admit.
The great want of Isabel's life was the society of her friend. No
child ever pined for the presence of its mother more longingly than
she desired the society of Mary Fuller. This was the ground of her
sadness. It was this want that kept her so restless. She was like a
bird shut up in a cage calling for its mate and drooping when no reply
came.
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