<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
<p>"<span class="smcap">If</span> you'll excuse me, Miss Layton, I'll
just leave Ella to entertain you, as I have
an errand out, but I'll not be gone long,"
said Miss Prudence Clinton, one evening,
soon after Miss Layton had taken up her
quarters with her.</p>
<p>"Don't hurry on <i>my</i> account, Miss Clinton;
I have no doubt that Ellie and I can
entertain each other very well, until you
return," replied Miss Layton.</p>
<p>"Very well then, Ella, I shall expect
you to do your best," said aunt Prudence,
as she went out of the door.</p>
<p>"Will you take a walk with me, Ella?"
asked Miss Layton.</p>
<p>"Oh yes, ma'am, I should love to, dearly!<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</SPAN></span>
I'll get my bonnet in one minute!" exclaimed
Ella, bounding out of the room.
In less than the specified time she returned
with her bonnet in her hand.</p>
<p>"Where shall we go, Ellie?" said Miss
Layton; "the sun is nearly down, so we
cannot take a very long walk before it will
be getting dark."</p>
<p>"Will you come with me to see my
mother's grave, Miss Layton? it isn't very
far, and the grave-yard is very pretty;
there are so many trees, and bushes, and
flowers planted round the graves."</p>
<p>"Yes, Ellie, we will go there, if you
wish it."</p>
<p>"I love to come here since mother died,"
said Ella, as they stood by Mrs. Clinton's
grave. "Sometimes I sit down on the
grass, and lay my head on the grave, and
talk to mother, and it seems as if she could
hear me; but Oh, I wish she could speak to
me! Oh, if I could only put my arms round<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</SPAN></span>
her neck once more, and give her just <i>one</i>
more kiss!" and Ella burst into tears, and
laid her face against the cold tomb-stone,
while the tears fell like rain on the grass
that covered her mother's breast. Miss
Layton's tears were falling too.</p>
<p>"Your mother is not here, dear child,"
said she. "'Tis only the senseless body that
lies there, but your mother lives in heaven."</p>
<p>"Yes, I <i>know</i> she does, because she was
so good, that I am sure God would take her
there."</p>
<p>"You don't mean, my dear child, that
God would save her <i>because</i> she was good?"</p>
<p>"Why, yes, Miss Layton; it's the <i>good</i>
people that go to heaven, isn't it?"</p>
<p>"My dear Ella, there is <i>none</i> that doeth
good and sinneth not; 'they are <i>all</i> gone
out of the way; they are altogether become
filthy; there is none that doeth good—no,
not <i>one</i>.'"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"But you said my mother was in
heaven!"</p>
<p>"Yes, my dear, but not <i>because</i> she was
<i>good</i>, but because Jesus died to save her.
'This is a faithful saying, and worthy of
all acceptation, that Jesus Christ came into
the world to save sinners.' If we were
able to save ourselves by our own good
works, then Jesus need not have died. No,
Ella, we cannot do anything <i>at all</i> to <i>merit</i>
salvation, but must accept it as God's <i>free
gift</i>, 'not of works, lest any man should
boast.' 'By their fruits ye shall <i>know</i>
them;' it is not said they shall be <i>saved</i> by
their fruits, but by them they are to be
<i>known</i>; they are the <i>evidence</i> of their acceptance
with God. 'Believe on the Lord
Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved:' we
are to be saved by faith, not by works; but
unless we do good works, unless we love
God's commandments and try to keep them,
we have no reason to think we have any<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</SPAN></span>
faith, for it must be a living faith that saves
us, and the apostle James tells us that
'faith without works is dead.' Your mother
professed to believe on the Lord Jesus
Christ, and she showed by her works that
hers was not a dead faith, and therefore
we may rest assured that she is in heaven;
but if she had expected to be saved on account
of her own good deeds, we could have
had no such assurance concerning her."</p>
<p>"I think I understand it now, Miss Layton,"
said Ella, "and I remember that
mother always seemed to think herself very
wicked, though I don't think I ever saw
her do anything wrong; but she said she
was not afraid to die, because Jesus had
died to save her."</p>
<p>"Yes, Ella, this is the experience of all
true Christians. But come, it is time for
us to be going; it is growing quite dark,
and the stars are beginning to come out in
the sky."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"How pretty the stars are! Miss Layton,"
said Ella, gazing up into the sky; "I
love to look at them. Mother used to like
to look at them too, and she told me that
some of them were great large worlds, a
great deal bigger than ours, and some were
suns with worlds moving around them.
Miss Layton, what is that white streak up
in the sky, that they call the Milky-way?
I asked aunt Prudence the other evening,
and she said, 'Nonsense! go away, and
don't bother me with such silly questions.'
Do <i>you</i> think it's a silly question, Miss
Layton?"</p>
<p>"No, my dear, not at all silly. The
Milky-way is said to be composed of millions
of stars, which, though they are very
large indeed, are at such an immense distance
from us as to appear very small, and
though they are at great distances from
each other, so much farther are they from
our world, that they look to us as though<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</SPAN></span>
they were quite close together, and the
rays of light coming from such a multitude
of stars, mingle together, and cause that
white appearance."</p>
<p>"How very great and wise God must be,
to be able to take care of so many worlds
at once!" said Ella.</p>
<p>"And remember, Ella, that he not only
keeps all these worlds in their orbits, but
takes the same care of each one of the innumerable
beings which inhabit them, as
though there was but that <i>one</i> for him to
watch over and protect. You recollect
that Jesus said, 'Are not two sparrows sold
for a farthing? and one of them shall not
fall to the ground without your Father.
But the very hairs of your head are all
numbered.' Then we need not fear that
we are too insignificant for God to notice,
or that he will forget us, because he has so
many creatures to care for."</p>
<p>"How strange," said Ella, "that God<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</SPAN></span>
can see everything, and take care of everybody,
when he has so many, so <i>very</i> many
people to watch!"</p>
<p>"There is another thing I want you to
think of, Ella," said Miss Layton. "Our
little world, compared with the millions of
other worlds, is but as one leaf compared to
all the leaves on all the trees of the forest,
or as one grain of sand to all that
are on the sea-shore; and yet the great
God, who is the Creator and Ruler of all
these mighty worlds, sent his own Son down
to our little earth to suffer, and bleed and
die to save <i>us</i>, who are rebels against him
our Creator and lawful sovereign. 'When
we were yet without strength, in due time
Christ died for the ungodly. God commendeth
his love toward us in that while
we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.'
What <i>amazing</i> love and condescension!
With what wonder and astonishment must
the angels have beheld it! And now, Ella,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</SPAN></span>
is it not strange that any of us should be
guilty of such <i>base</i> ingratitude, as to refuse
to love this <i>precious</i> Saviour, who has
shown such wondrous love and condescension
toward us? How can <i>you</i> refuse to
give him your heart <i>now</i>—to forsake your
sins and devote your life to his service? It
is a <i>reasonable</i> service, a service he has a
right to demand of each one of us. And
it is a <i>delightful</i> service; his yoke <i>is</i> easy,
and his burden light."</p>
<p>Things now went on much more smoothly
with Ella; Miss Layton's presence being
a restraint upon her aunt as well as upon
Ella. Miss Prudence still scolded, for she
had indulged the habit so long that it had
become second nature to her to do so, but
not so continually as formerly, and Ella
bore it more patiently.</p>
<p>"How do you get along with this child
at school, Miss Layton?" asked aunt Prudence
one day. "Don't you find her<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</SPAN></span>
rather unmanageable sometimes? Mr. Burton
used to make great complaints of her,
and I frequently have much trouble with
her myself."</p>
<p>"No, Miss Clinton, I have had very little
trouble with Ella. She is always
obedient, and though she is careless and
quick-tempered, I find that when reasoned
with kindly, she is always sorry for her
faults and anxious to try to do better."</p>
<p>"Well, I don't see why it is that she behaves
so much better for strangers than for
her own aunt. I'm sure I've tried my best
to make a good child of her, but whenever
<i>I</i> reprove her, instead of seeming sorry
for her faults, she is very apt to fly into a
passion. You've no idea how bad she can
be, for she has behaved remarkably well—that
is, for <i>her</i>—since you've been in the
house. And yet I can't think it's altogether
because you are a stranger, for she
must have got pretty well acquainted with<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</SPAN></span>
you by this time, going to school to you
every day, and she didn't mind showing out
her badness to Mr. Burton just the same
as to me."</p>
<p>"No, Miss Clinton, I don't think it is
because I am a stranger; I think Ella is a
very affectionate child, and can be very
easily ruled by kindness."</p>
<p>"But you scold her, don't you?"</p>
<p>"I do not speak to her in an angry, impatient
way. If you speak to a child in
the loud, angry tones of passion, it rouses
the same feelings in <i>his</i> breast, and instead
of making him penitent on account of his
misconduct, excites a feeling of rebellion
against your authority. But if you speak
mildly and kindly, in a way that shows him
that you do it for his good, and not because
his faults annoy and provoke you, you will
generally find your admonitions have a very
different effect."</p>
<p>"Well, I don't know; but I think when<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</SPAN></span>
children are bad, they ought to be scolded;
and whipped too, sometimes."</p>
<p>"They certainly ought to be <i>reproved</i>,
Miss Clinton, but not <i>scolded</i>; at least not
in <i>my</i> sense of the word. Some people, I
believe, include <i>all</i> reproof under that head,
but when <i>I</i> speak of scolding, I only mean
loud and angry, or fretful and unreasonable
fault-finding, and <i>that</i>, I really believe,
never benefitted anybody."</p>
<p>"And you don't whip, either, I suppose,
for most folks think that's worse than
scolding."</p>
<p>"Then, there I differ from most folks,"
said Miss Layton, smiling. "I don't pretend
to be wiser than Solomon, who said,
'Foolishness is bound up in the heart of a
child, but the rod of correction shall drive
it far from him;' and again, 'Chasten thy
son while there is hope, and let not thy
soul spare for his crying.' I think it is
<i>sometimes</i> necessary to use the rod, though<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</SPAN></span>
not very often; but when all other means
have failed to make a child obey, I do not
hesitate to resort to that. But different
dispositions require different management.
Ella, I think, can be most easily ruled
through her affections; and I had much
rather have the management of such a
child, than of one who requires severity.
Only show her that you love her, Miss
Clinton, as I have no doubt you do, and I
think you will find her easily managed."</p>
<p>"Love her! to be sure I do. She's the
only near relation I have in the world.
There was quite a large family of us, but
James and I were all that lived to grow up;
I was the eldest, and he the youngest, and
I thought the world and all of my brother;
but I never wanted him to get married, for
I couldn't bear to think he should ever care
more for anybody else than he did for me.
However, I think now it's just as well he
did, for though Ella does plague me half to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</SPAN></span>
death sometimes, I wouldn't be without her
for a great deal."</p>
<p>"If you would just let Ella see, by your
manner, that you do feel such a strong affection
for her, I am quite sure you would
find her much more manageable."</p>
<p>"Oh well, Miss Layton, people must act
according to their dispositions; it never
was my way to show my feelings, and I'm
too old to alter my ways now."</p>
<p>"I think we should never consider ourselves
too old to alter for the better," said
Miss Layton, gently. "We are commanded
to be 'kindly affectioned one toward another,'
and parents are cautioned not to
'<i>provoke</i> their children to anger, lest they
be discouraged.'"</p>
<p>Miss Layton was an earnest Christian;
one whose constant endeavour it was to
glorify her Father in heaven by her daily
walk, and to bring souls to Christ. She
deeply felt her responsibility as a teacher;<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</SPAN></span>
she remembered that she was making impressions
on those young minds and hearts,
not only for time, but for eternity; and
she felt that, when she had done all in her
power for the intellectual improvement of
her pupils, she had performed but half her
duty; for she considered the salvation of
their souls of greater importance than anything
else, and felt that her first duty was
to lead them to the Saviour; and not only
did she pray with, and for them, but she
embraced every opportunity to converse
with them on the importance of the 'one
thing needful,' the necessity of repentance,
and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. And
her labours were not without fruit. One
evening, Mary Young lingered behind her
young companions, and when Miss Layton
kindly inquired if she wished to speak to
her, she burst into tears, exclaiming, "O
Miss Layton, I am such a sinner! what
shall I do?"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"'If any man sin, we have an Advocate
with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.'
'Who his ownself bare our sins
in his own body on the tree.' 'This is a
faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation,
that Christ Jesus came into the world
to save sinners.' 'Believe on the Lord
Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.'
These are the answers given you in God's
own word, Mary."</p>
<p>"But are they meant for <i>me</i>, Miss Layton?"</p>
<p>"Surely, Mary; why not for you as well
as for another?"</p>
<p>"Because I am so very wicked, and have
put off repentance so long?"</p>
<p>"Jesus said, 'I came not to call the
righteous but sinners to repentance,' and,
'Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise
cast out.'"</p>
<p>"But, O Miss Layton, I am <i>so</i> vile, <i>so</i>
wicked, I've sinned against him so long and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</SPAN></span>
so often, that I'm not <i>fit</i> to come to him, I
don't <i>dare</i> to come."</p>
<p>"I would not have you think any better
of yourself, Mary. You are just as vile
and sinful as you have said—yes, even far
<i>more</i> wicked than you think—but it was
just such as you that Jesus came to call.
Just such ruined, helpless, undone sinners;
and the more you feel your sinfulness, the
more conscious you are of your lost and
ruined condition, the more you feel your
need of him, the more willing he is to receive
you."</p>
<p>"But I am <i>so</i> wicked, my heart is so
hard, and when I kneel down to pray, and
remember what a holy God I am going to
speak to, and that he sees my heart and
knows how hard and full of sin it is, I am
afraid to say one word. I don't <i>dare</i> to
pray, for it seems like mocking him."</p>
<p>"You might well be afraid to come, if
you had to come in your own name, Mary,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</SPAN></span>
but even you may dare to come in the name
of Jesus, since he tells us that it was just
such sinners he came to seek and to save;
and you need not fear to come, weak and
helpless as you are, for does he not say,
'Let him take hold of my strength that he
may make peace with me, and he <i>shall</i> make
peace with me?' You have no strength to
help yourself, you must just look to Jesus.
Take hold of Christ."</p>
<p>"O Miss Layton, <i>dare</i> I come just as I
am—with such a hard heart? Must I not
wait till I feel my sinfulness more? I don't
feel half so sorry for my sins as I ought
to."</p>
<p>"Come just as you are, Mary; you will
never grow any better by staying away;
and do you expect to make yourself more
acceptable to God by continuing longer in
rebellion against him—by continuing to refuse
to obey his command, 'My son, give
me thine heart?'"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"But my heart is so <i>very</i> hard, so unfeeling;
it seems to me that I ought to feel
more sorry for my sins."</p>
<p>"I don't deny, Mary, that you ought indeed
to feel more sorrow on account of your
sins, but that need not keep you from
Christ; if you wait for more feeling, you
will never get it. Come <i>now</i>, just as you
are. '<i>Now</i> is the accepted time, <i>now</i> is
the day of salvation.'"</p>
<p>"But it seems to me there never was
such a sinner; will Jesus receive me?"</p>
<p>"He says, 'Look unto me and be ye
saved, all ye ends of the earth.' He says,
'I will be merciful to their unrighteousness,
and their sins and iniquities will I remember
no more.' And again, 'Him that
cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.'
Do you doubt his word?"</p>
<p>"O Miss Layton, what must I do?"</p>
<p>"Just go and tell God what you have
been telling me, that you are a lost, ruined,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</SPAN></span>
helpless, undone sinner, utterly unable to
help yourself, or make yourself any better;
cast yourself entirely upon his mercy,
pleading for salvation only through the
blood and merits of Jesus Christ. He
will not reject you; you need not fear, for
none ever came to him in the appointed
way and was refused. 'I will in <i>no wise</i>
cast out.' You have the word of him who
cannot lie."</p>
<p>"When shall I do it, Miss Layton?"</p>
<p>"Now; this moment; the present only
is yours."</p>
<p>They knelt down, and most earnestly did
Miss Layton plead with God for her young
friend, that he would pardon her sins, that
he would wash them all away in the blood
of the Saviour, that he would enable her
to lay hold by faith upon Christ, and trust
in him alone for salvation. And Mary
prayed for herself, confessing in broken
words, and with many sighs and tears, her<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</SPAN></span>
great sinfulness, her entire helplessness, and
pleading for mercy only for the sake of
Christ.</p>
<p>From that day there was a marked
change in Mary Young. An amiable girl
she had always been, but now much more
so; so willing to do a kindness to any one,
ever ready to deny herself that she might
give pleasure to others, and so conscientious,
so afraid to do wrong, seeming ever to feel
herself in the presence of God, so meek
and humble, and with a heart so full of love
to Jesus, ever striving to lead her young
friends to a like precious faith. The language
of her heart was,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now will I tell to sinners round,<br/></span>
<span class="i3">What a dear Saviour I have found."<br/></span></div>
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