<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
<p><span class="smcap">Spring</span> had come with its soft, warm
breezes, the grass was springing up fresh
and green, the trees were putting forth
their leaves, the woods were full of violets
and anemones, and the little birds, while
busy building their nests, were filling the
air with their happy songs of praise. The
winter term of school was over; Mr. Burton
had left, and the children had holidays
for a few weeks, until it should be time for
the summer school to commence. Ella rejoiced
in the return of spring. She had
been confined to the house for several weeks,
until both she and her aunt were heartily
tired of it, but now she was quite well
again, and able to run about, and keenly<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</SPAN></span>
did she enjoy the privilege of rambling
through the woods in search of wild flowers,
or working in the little spot of ground
which her aunt had given her in the corner
of the garden, digging up the soft earth
and planting roots and flower seeds; and
in these employments she was, to her great
delight, allowed to spend most of her time,
because, as aunt Prudence said, "She was
glad to get her out of the house, for there
was no such thing as keeping it to rights
when she was in it."</p>
<p>"Why, Ellie child, what are you doing
there?"</p>
<p>It was Mary Young who spoke. She
had been taking a walk, and on her way
home passed through the graveyard, that
being her shortest route, and in so doing
she had come suddenly and unexpectedly
upon Ella, who was seated upon the ground,
with a trowel in her hand and a small basket
beside her. Ella, looking up and showing
a face all wet with tears, answered:</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Planting violets on mother's grave."</p>
<p>"And watering them with your tears,
you poor little thing," said Mary, sitting
down and putting her arms around the
child. "Ellie dear, I wish for your sake,
that your mother was alive; that aunt Prudence
of yours isn't very kind to you, is
she?"</p>
<p>"No, not like mother was. O Mary, I
do want to see my mother so bad," sobbed
the poor child, laying her head on Mary's
shoulder, "and aunt Prudence says I never
will if I don't be good, and I can't be good
without mother. Somehow, I'm almost always
bad now-a-days."</p>
<p>"Why, Ellie, I don't think you're so
very bad. I'm sure you don't tell lies like
some children I know. You always speak
the truth, even when you know that you'll
be punished. I know you used to play and
whisper in school sometimes, and blot your
copy-book, or spill ink on your copy, or<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</SPAN></span>
lose your books or pencil, or forget to bring
them to school, and I know Mr. Burton
used to get very angry, and scold and whip
you, and to be sure it was naughty, but I
don't think it was so <i>very</i> wicked; not half
so bad, I'm sure, as telling lies."</p>
<p>"But, Mary, you told me to tell a lie
one day when I came late to school; what
made you do that, if you think it is so
wicked?"</p>
<p>"Oh, because I didn't like to have you
get whipped; I knew Mr. Burton would
whip you so hard, and besides, I thought it
wasn't a very bad story, because it wouldn't
do any body any harm—only save you from
a beating."</p>
<p>"Yes; but I remember my mother told
me never, never to tell a lie; that it was
very wicked, even if it didn't do any body
any harm. But those are not all the
naughty things I do, Mary; I'm always
forgetting not to meddle, and always<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</SPAN></span>
leaving my things about, and then when
aunt Prudence scolds me, and boxes my
ears, I get so angry, I feel as if I could
almost kill her."</p>
<p>"O my! Ellie! that is very wicked; I
didn't think you were so bad as that."</p>
<p>"Yes, I know it's very wicked, for I remember
how mother used to talk to me
about governing my temper, and that she
said, when I got so angry, it was the same
as being a murderer; but I can't help it;
when aunt Prudence gets so mad, it always
makes me mad too."</p>
<p>"Well, now, I wonder if it isn't just as
wicked for her, as it is for you," said Mary.</p>
<p>"Oh, but she's grown up, you know;
and I'm only a little girl."</p>
<p>"Well what of that? The Bible doesn't
say big people may get angry, but little
people mus'n't do it."</p>
<p>"No," said Ella, "I never heard that it
did, and I know my mamma didn't get<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</SPAN></span>
angry like aunt Prudence, but I never
thought about it being wicked for her. But,
O Mary, I wish I had somebody to help me
to be good!"</p>
<p>"I would like to help you if I could,
Ellie, but I'm just as bad as you are," said
Mary. "I've heard people talking about
getting good by praying, but I never tried
it, so I can't tell you how it would do, but
perhaps Miss Layton can when she comes."</p>
<p>"Miss Layton! who is she?" asked
Ella.</p>
<p>"Haven't you heard about her? she's
the new teacher, and they say she's very
pious and good."</p>
<p>"Is she? when is she to come, Mary?"</p>
<p>"Week after next. Aren't you going to
school, Ellie?"</p>
<p>"Yes, aunt Prudence says she is tired
enough of having me about, and I shall go
as soon as ever school begins again. I hope
Miss Layton won't be as cross as Mr. Burton
was; don't you, Mary?"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Yes I do, and I know one thing, if she
is as cross, she can't be very pious, for the
Bible says people ought to be kind and patient,
and it says, 'By their fruits ye shall
know them,' so I'm sure if they don't try
to govern their tempers, they can't be
Christians."</p>
<p>"Aunt Prudence is kind about some
things, Mary," said Ella, going on with her
work, "she gave me a corner of her garden
for my own, and she lets me work in it a
great deal, and gives me all the seeds I
want, and she lets me come here whenever
I please, though she does think it is very
foolish, and she gave me that rose bush to
plant at mother's feet, and sent Jake, our
gardener, to plant that willow tree. There I
have planted all my violets, and I must go
now, for it's almost tea time, and aunt Prudence
won't like it if I'm late. Won't you
call for me on the first school day, Mary? I
don't like to go alone."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Yes; good bye, Ellie."</p>
<p>"Good bye, Mary."</p>
<p>Ella looked forward to the commencement
of school with mingled feelings. She
thought a great deal of what Mary Young
had said about Miss Layton, and wondered
if she were anything like her mamma, and
if she would really help her to be good.
She sometimes felt as if she could hardly
wait for the time to come, that she might
satisfy herself on these points; and sometimes
she wished vacation was longer—it
was so much pleasanter to work in her
garden, or wander about in the woods and
fields gathering spring flowers, than to be
shut up in the school room, and obliged
to learn lessons.</p>
<p>The long looked for day had come at
last. Nine o'clock was the hour, but Mary
and Ella set off for the school room a little
after eight, that they might be sure to be
in season. It was a lovely morning and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</SPAN></span>
they enjoyed their walk very much. Though
it was still quite early when they reached
the school-house, they found it already half-filled
with girls and boys, some seated on
the benches, others collected in little groups
here and there, talking in whispers to each
other, while many a curious glance was
sent across the room to the teacher's desk,
where sat a pleasant-looking young lady,
with a blank book before her, in which she
was writing down the children's names.</p>
<p>"Come let's give her our names," said
Mary, pulling Ella forwards as she spoke.</p>
<p>"You are scholars, I suppose," said Miss
Layton, looking kindly at them; "what
are your names?"</p>
<p>"Mine is Mary Young, and this is Ella
Clinton."</p>
<p>The teacher wrote their names in the
book, and then asked where their parents
lived. Mary told her where hers resided,
and then said, "Ellie has no parents, but<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</SPAN></span>
lives with her aunt, Miss Prudence Clinton,
in the same street that we live in."</p>
<p>"So you are an orphan, my poor child!"
said Miss Layton, drawing the little girl to
her, and kissing her cheek, "I know how
to pity you, for I am one also; but we have
a kind heavenly Father, Ellie, who, if we
put our trust in him, will never leave nor
forsake us."</p>
<p>Ella's heart was full; no one had ever
spoken so kindly to her since her mother's
death, and she longed to throw her arms
around the lady's neck, and ask her to love
her, and teach her to be good; but she was
a rather timid child, and afraid to venture.
She turned hastily away, and walked to her
seat, where she laid her head on her desk,
to hide the tears that <i>would</i> come, she
hardly knew why.</p>
<p>When Miss Layton had written down all
the names, she rung the bell, and the children
took their seats. She waited a moment,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</SPAN></span>
until the slight bustle attending the
movement was over, and all were quiet;
she then said, "I wish you all to give me
your attention; I have a few words to say
to you before we begin our school. Dear
children, we have met together this morning,
for the first time as teacher and
scholars; most of your faces I have never
seen before; but we expect to spend some
months in each other's society, and it is
very desirable that we should begin and
carry on our intercourse in a manner that
will make it both pleasant and profitable to
us all. But for any community of people
to be able to live pleasantly together, it is
necessary for them to have some form of
government. There must be a head; some
one to direct and control, or there will be
endless quarrelling and confusion. Now,
in a school, that place is naturally and properly
filled by the teacher. Your parents,
my dear children, have sent you here to be<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</SPAN></span>
under my care; it will be my duty to direct
your studies, and do all that I can for your
mental and moral improvement, to treat
you with kindness and forbearance, and to
require of you only such things as are just
and reasonable. It will be your duty to
obey me, to be kindly affectioned one toward
another, and to improve your time by steady
industry. In short, it will be the duty of
each of us, to be 'diligent in business, fervent
in spirit, serving the Lord.' God, my
dear children, has given to each of us a
work to do, and he will take notice of, and
one day call us to account for, the manner
in which we perform our allotted tasks. If
we are God's children, we will strive to
serve and please him; and if we strive to
do our duty because we wish to please him,
we are really and truly engaged in his service.
The more you know, my dear children,
the more good you will be able to do
in this world; now is the time for you to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</SPAN></span>
gain knowledge, and that is the work which
God has given you to do; and the work he
has given me, is to do all in my power to
assist you in gaining that knowledge, which
is to prepare you for future usefulness. I
do not wish you to attend to your studies,
as many children do, from fear of punishment,
but from love to God and an earnest
desire to please him; and I can assure you
that if you act from that motive, you will
find a great deal of pleasure in the performance
of your duties."</p>
<p>Miss Layton now read a few rules, saying
that she should expect them to be strictly
observed. She then told the scholars to
take out their Testaments to read, but not
expecting to have any call for them, they
had not brought them; and finding that to
be the case, she read a few verses herself,
sung a hymn, and then requested the children
to rise and stand a few moments
while she offered a short but fervent prayer<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</SPAN></span>
for the blessing of God upon their labours.
She next proceeded to class them, and give
them their lessons for the day. Everything
that the teacher did, was done quietly,
without noise or bustle, and it seemed natural
for the children to be quiet too, and
to most of them the hours of school passed
quickly and pleasantly away.</p>
<p>"Don't you like her, Mary?" said Ella
to Mary Young, as they walked home together
that afternoon.</p>
<p>"Very much so far, Ellie, but people don't
always show what they are the first day."</p>
<p>"Well, I don't believe she'll ever be as
cross as Mr. Burton," said Ella.</p>
<p>"I hope not, I'm sure," replied Mary.</p>
<p>Ella was very anxious to secure the esteem
and friendship of her new teacher,
and for a week or two learned her lessons
so well, and observed all the rules of the
school so carefully, that it seemed as if she
had really overcome her bad habits of carelessness<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</SPAN></span>
and inattention; but alas! it was
not so. Miss Layton required her scholars
to learn their lessons at home. They might
look them over in school, but that was all.
School hours were to be spent principally
in writing, ciphering, and reciting.</p>
<p>The first week, Ella was very careful to
learn her lessons perfectly before she went
out to play, or to work in her garden; but
one bright, warm afternoon in the latter
part of the second week, she found it so
much pleasanter out of doors, than in the
house, that she determined to take a walk
first, intending to get her lessons afterwards.
Her walk took more time than
she expected, and she found some wild flowers,
which she admired so much that she
dug them up and carried them home to
plant them in her garden, saying to herself
that it would not take long, and she would
still have time for her lessons; but she was
surprised in the midst of her employment,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</SPAN></span>
by a call to supper, and then a play mate
came in to spend the evening and stayed
until Ella's bedtime, and as she knew it
would be worse than useless to attempt to
persuade aunt Prudence to allow her to
sit up any longer, she went to bed, with the
determination to rise early and learn her
lessons in the morning. But when morning
came, she found her bed so comfortable
that she slept on until she had barely time
to dress for breakfast; then after breakfast
her aunt sent her on an errand, and it was
school time before she could look at her
books.</p>
<p>Ella was very much alarmed, for Miss
Layton required very perfect recitations,
and expected her scholars to be very punctual
in their attendance. She hurried off
to school, got there barely in time, and then
discovered that she had left her spelling
book and geography at home. Then her
slate pencil was missing. She was sure she<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</SPAN></span>
had either put it in her pocket, or laid it in
the corner of the desk, the night before,
but in vain she lifted everything in the desk
and turned her pocket inside out. The
missing pencil was nowhere to be found.</p>
<p>The spelling class was called. Ella
missed the first word that came to her, then
the second. "Ella," said Miss Layton,
"how many times did you go over your
lesson?"</p>
<p>Ella hung her head and made no answer.</p>
<p>Miss Layton repeated her question.</p>
<p>"I didn't learn it at all," replied Ella,
in a low voice.</p>
<p>"Then go to your seat," said her teacher,
"and never come to me to recite a lesson
that has not been learned, and remember
that at the next recitation you take your
place at the foot of the class."</p>
<p>Ella obeyed, feeling very much ashamed.
The geography class was called next, but,
remembering what had been told her, she
sat still in her seat.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Ella," said Miss Layton, "why do
you not come to your class?" "I haven't
learned the lesson, Miss Layton," said Ella.</p>
<p>Miss Layton said nothing further at the
time, but looked very much displeased. It
was now the hour for ciphering; all the
other girls took out their slates and pencils,
and were soon busily engaged. Ella alone
sat idle. Mary Young handed her a pencil,
but just then Miss Layton came up and
asked, "Why are you not at work, Ella?"</p>
<p>"I've lost my slate pencil, ma'am."</p>
<p>"She can take this one of mine," said
Mary Young; "I've got two."</p>
<p>"No," said Miss Layton, "that is against
the rules; I allow no borrowing nor lending.
As Ella has been so careless as to
lose her pencil, she must sit idle while the
rest are at work, and Ella, you must remain
in after school, and tell me how it happens
that you have so strangely failed in your
lessons to-day."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Ella burst into tears. She felt very
much ashamed, and very uncomfortable
sitting there doing nothing while all the
rest were busily employed. Sallie Barnes,
who had borne a great dislike to Ella, ever
since the affair of the broken inkstand,
when she came so near being punished for
her fault, was sitting opposite, and presently
when Miss Layton was not looking
that way, she began pointing her fingers
at Ella, and shaming her. Ella was crying
and Sallie mimicked her. Ella began
to grow very angry. Sallie continued her
teasing until at last, in a transport of rage,
Ella picked up a book and dashed it across
at her tormentor. She missed her aim and
the book fell on the floor. Miss Layton
saw it fall, but did not see who threw it.</p>
<p>Rising from her seat, she crossed the
room, and asked, "Who threw that book?"</p>
<p>"Ella Clinton," said Sallie Barnes; "she
threw it at me."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Did you, Ella?"</p>
<p>"Yes, ma'am; and I'll throw another at
her, if she doesn't quit pointing at me and
mocking me," said Ella, passionately.</p>
<p>"Ella," said her teacher, sternly, "you
are showing a very wicked temper. Go
and sit down on that bench near my desk;
and you, Sallie, tell me what you were
doing to her."</p>
<p>"I didn't do anything," replied Sallie.</p>
<p>"Take care, Sallie; are you sure you
are speaking the exact truth?" said Miss
Layton.</p>
<p>"I didn't touch her, nor say a word to
her," said Sallie.</p>
<p>"Sallie, answer me immediately and
properly. You certainly did do something
to Ella; what was it?"</p>
<p>"I was only shaming her a little, because
she sat there crying just like a great baby."</p>
<p>"You did very wrong, indeed," said Miss
Layton.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I'm sure I didn't hurt her," said Sallie,
sullenly.</p>
<p>"Yes, you did, Sallie," replied her
teacher, "you hurt her feelings: and that
is often harder to bear than bodily pain. I
shall punish you by making you stand out
on the floor fifteen minutes."</p>
<p>School had seldom seemed so long to
Ella, and yet she was almost sorry to hear
Miss Layton say, "School is dismissed;"
so much did she dread being left alone with
her justly offended teacher. Miss Layton
sat at her desk, reading, until the other
scholars had all gone, and she was left alone
with Ella; then, closing her book, she
called the little girl to her.</p>
<p>"Ella," said she, taking her hand and
drawing her close to her side, "you have
had very good lessons, and behaved very
well all the time that I have been your
teacher, until to-day. Now, tell me, my
child, how it happens that to-day you have
behaved so badly, and recited so poorly."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Miss Layton spoke very kindly, and Ella
felt encouraged to open her heart to her,
and tell her the whole truth; how she had
put off learning her lessons, first for one
thing, then for another, until there was no
time to do it, and then, in her haste to get
to school in season, had forgotten her
books.</p>
<p>"I am glad, Ella," said Miss Layton,
when the child had finished her story, "that
you have told me the truth, instead of trying
to contrive false excuses. I can forgive
anything sooner than falsehood, for that is
so very wicked. But you have been guilty
of several very serious faults, Ella. Your
first wrong step was preferring pleasure to
duty. There is an old saying which I
think is very true, 'Procrastination is the
thief of time.'"</p>
<p>"What does procrastination mean, Miss
Layton?" asked Ella, "I don't think I
know exactly."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"It means deferring, delaying, or putting
off until another time what ought to be
done now. When we have a duty to perform,
we should always attend to that first,
and take our pleasure afterwards. But
your worst fault to-day, Ella, was getting
into such a dreadful passion. Don't you
know, my dear child, that the Bible tells
us that, when we indulge in angry passions,
we break the sixth commandment, which
says, 'Thou shalt not kill?'"</p>
<p>"Yes, ma'am, I know that; my mother
used to tell me so, and I often think I never
will get angry again, but I can't help it,
when anybody teases me."</p>
<p>"No, Ella, if you trust in your own
strength, you certainly cannot; but, my
dear child, if you ask help of God, he will
enable you to do it. I am afraid that you
forgot to ask God this morning, to keep
you from sin through the day, and if so, it
is no wonder that you have behaved so
wickedly."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I did say my prayers this morning,
Miss Layton," said Ella; "mamma told
me I must always do it, and I always do."</p>
<p>"Ah, but, my child, did you really pray?
did you think of the meaning of the words
you were saying, and really desire what
you were asking for? did you pray with
your heart, or was it with your lips only?"</p>
<p>Ella hung her head. "I was in a hurry,"
she said in a low tone, "and said them
very fast, for fear I wouldn't be ready for
breakfast."</p>
<p>"Oh Ella, were you not afraid to approach
the great God in that irreverent
manner?" said Miss Layton. "Did you
forget that, 'God is a spirit; and they that
worship him, must worship him in spirit
and in truth?' It is mocking the great
God, when you repeat a form of prayer
with your lips, while you are not praying
in your heart, and that is a dreadful sin.
The Bible tells us: 'By their fruits ye<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</SPAN></span>
shall know them,' and you, Ella, have shown
by your actions this day, that you are a
child of wrath, even as others; that you
have a very wicked heart—a heart at enmity
with God; and, Ella, unless your
heart becomes changed, you can never be
fit to dwell with him; you would not be
happy in his presence—in the presence of
Him who is of purer eyes than to behold
sin, and cannot look upon iniquity—even
if allowed to go where he is; and every
moment that you remain as you are, you
are in danger of losing your immortal soul.
O Ella, pray earnestly to God, to give you
a new heart, for he alone can do it."</p>
<p>Ella was crying very bitterly. "O Miss
Layton," said she, "will you ask God to
forgive me, and to give me a new heart,
and help me to pray right?"</p>
<p>"I will, my dear child," replied her
teacher, and kneeling down, with her arm
around the weeping child, she offered a short<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</SPAN></span>
but earnest prayer, asking her heavenly
Father to forgive the sins of that day and
of all their lives, asking him to give the
child a new heart—a heart hating sin and
loving holiness, and to teach her to love
prayer, and to pray aright.</p>
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<p>They rose from their knees, and Ella,
throwing her arms around her teacher's
neck, exclaimed, "O Miss Layton, you are
more like my mamma than anybody else;
nobody has ever prayed for me since she
died, and I have so wanted somebody to
help me to be good. You will help me now,
won't you, dear Miss Layton?"</p>
<p>"I will do all I can, Ella," replied her
teacher, returning the embrace, "but, my
dear child, no one but God can really help
you to be good. Promise me that you will
every day ask him to help you."</p>
<p>"I will," said Ella, "and I will try to
pray with my heart. But, Miss Layton,
aunt Prudence says it is no use for such a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</SPAN></span>
wicked child as I am to pray; she says
God won't hear me, and I would have
stopped, but I remembered mother told me
always to pray, and I thought she knew
best."</p>
<p>"Your mother was right, Ella," said
Miss Layton, "for unless you pray, you
will certainly never grow any better. Jesus
said, 'I came not to call the righteous, but
sinners to repentance.' But come, my
dear, it is getting late; you may put on
your bonnet now, and get your books together,
and we will go home."</p>
<p>"I'm glad you go my way, Miss Layton,
so I don't have to go alone," said Ella.</p>
<p>"Don't you like to walk alone, Ella?"</p>
<p>"No, ma'am, I always want somebody
to talk to."</p>
<p>Miss Layton locked the school-house door,
and taking Ella's hand they walked slowly
homewards.</p>
<p>"How long is it since your mother died,
Ella?" asked Miss Layton.</p>
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<p>"A whole year, Miss Layton. Oh it
seems such a long, long while, and I do
want to see her so much!"</p>
<p>"Your mother must have been a very
good woman, I think, Ella."</p>
<p>"O yes, Miss Layton, she was so, <i>very</i>
good! I never saw her do any thing wrong;
but when I used to tell her so sometimes,
she always said, no, she was not good, she
was a miserable sinner."</p>
<p>"And she was quite right, Ella, for the
best of mortals are in the sight of God but
vile, polluted sinners. The Bible tells us
'they have all gone out of the way; there
is none that doeth good, no not one.' But
I trust your mother was a true Christian:
one who loved God, and tried to serve him.
She seems to have taken a great deal of
pains with you, and I hope you remember
her instructions. I hope you are a good
girl at home, Ella."</p>
<p>Ella was wiping away her tears. She<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</SPAN></span>
never could talk much of her mother without
crying. "No, Miss Layton," said she,
"aunt Prudence says I am the worst child
she ever saw, and I know I'm very naughty;
but it's no use to try to be good, for I can't
do it. I used to be good when my mother
was living, but I can't be good without her
to help me."</p>
<p>"Ah, Ella, that is quite a mistake.
Your mother could not make you good, if
she were here, for she could have no power
to change your heart, and make you hate
the evil, and love the good. God alone can
do that, and though your mother has been
taken away from you, he is ever living,
and ever present, and if you ask him for
help—ask with your heart, and for Jesus'
sake—he will hear and help you."</p>
<p>"But, Miss Layton, I <i>was</i> a pretty good
girl when my mother was alive; even aunt
Prudence says so."</p>
<p>"That may be so, but I think it was only<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</SPAN></span>
because you had not so many temptations
to do wrong. Your mother probably knew
better how to manage you, and keep you
out of the way of temptation, than your
aunt does; but you had the same wicked
heart then that you have now, and if you
behaved well only because you had no
temptation to do otherwise, you were not
<i>really</i> any better than you are now. God
looks not merely at the outward conduct,
but at the <i>heart</i>, at the <i>motives</i>, and unless
you do right from a desire to serve and
honour him, he can see nothing good in you.
Ask him, my dear child, to give you right
feelings, and right motives, and to help you
to perform every duty from an earnest desire
to please him."</p>
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