<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
<p><span class="smcap">The</span> time had come for Miss Layton to
leave S——, as she had only taken the
school for the summer term, and there was
a male teacher engaged for the winter.
Poor Ella was greatly distressed at the
thought of losing her friend. "O Miss
Layton," said she, "what shall I do when
you are gone? I will have nobody to help
me to be good, and nobody to love me."</p>
<p>"Yes, Ella, your aunt loves you very
much indeed; she told me so herself."</p>
<p>"Did she?" exclaimed Ella, looking up
in astonishment, "I thought she didn't like
me at all. She never kisses me, nor tells
me she loves me, like mamma used to do,
and she's always scolding me and telling<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</SPAN></span>
me what a troublesome child I am. Are
you <i>sure</i> she loves me, Miss Layton?"</p>
<p>"Yes, Ellie, <i>quite</i> sure, and you must try
to believe it and to love her in return.
She means it all for your good when she
scolds you, and you must try to bear it patiently."</p>
<p>"O Miss Layton," sobbed Ella, "how
<i>can</i> I ever be good when you are gone?"</p>
<p>"And why should you not, Ellie, just
as well as when I am here?"</p>
<p>"Because you're patient and kind, and
you seem pleased, and praise me when I do
right."</p>
<p>"Ah Ella, don't you remember the other
day you told me you thought you had been
trying to please God all these weeks that
you have been so good, and I told you then
that I was afraid you were only trying to
please me? And now, my dear child, do
you not see that I was right? A desire to
please your friends, Ella, is a good motive,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</SPAN></span>
but it is not the best. You must learn to
do right because it <i>is</i> right, and pleasing in
the sight of God. It is easy to deceive
our friends and ourselves, but we cannot
deceive God. He looks at the motives—at
the feelings and desires of the heart, while
we can see only the outward conduct.
Dear Ella, I wish I could see you a child
of God, striving to please him in all your
ways."</p>
<p>"I do mean to try to be good when
you're gone, Miss Layton; but I know I
can't."</p>
<p>"Not if you try in your own strength,
Ella; but you must ask help of God. Ask
him to give you a new heart, my child—a
heart that will hate sin, because it is so
displeasing to him—a heart loving holiness,
and earnestly desiring to please and glorify
God. And if you ask these things with
your whole heart, and in the name and for
the sake of Jesus Christ, God will hear and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</SPAN></span>
grant your petitions, for he says, 'Ask and
ye shall receive; seek and ye shall find;
knock and it shall be opened unto you.'
And he tells us that he is more willing to
give his Holy Spirit to them that ask him,
than parents are to give good gifts unto
their children.</p>
<p>"You try to please <i>me</i>, Ella, because
you love me; but, O my child, how much
more ought you to love your Saviour! I
have shown you a little kindness, but what
is that compared with what Jesus has done
for you? Think how he left that beautiful
heaven, and came down to our little world,
and suffered, and bled, and died, that he
might save you and me. O Ella, how can
we help loving him with all our hearts, and
striving to please him every moment of our
lives! 'Herein is love; not that we loved
God, but that he loved us, and gave his
Son to be the propitiation for our sins.'"</p>
<p>In a few weeks, Mr. Crane, the new<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</SPAN></span>
teacher, came, and school commenced again.
Mr. Crane proved to be very much such a
teacher as Mr. Burton, though perhaps not
quite so severe. Unfortunately, Ella was
not at all disposed to like him, nor indeed
anybody who took Miss Layton's place;
and he seemed to take a dislike to her from
the first. Sallie Barnes, too, went to
school again, and seeming to dislike Ella
more than ever, was continually trying to
get her into trouble. There would have
been constant quarrelling between them, had
not Mary Young acted as peace-maker, and
done her best to keep them apart. Mary
tried to take Miss Layton's place to Ella,
and did all she could to encourage her to
industry and attention; and she often
talked to her of the love of Christ, trying
to lead her to the Saviour, and telling her
of the happiness she had found in his service.
Still it was a very uncomfortable
winter to Ella. She did not become quite<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</SPAN></span>
as careless and indolent as she had formerly
been, nor indulge her temper quite so much,
yet she was bad enough to be often in disgrace,
both at home and at school.</p>
<p>The winter seemed very long, but spring
did come at last, and Ella was busy in her
little garden, and again she planted flowers
on her mother's grave, and went every day
to water them and see how they grew.
One evening, when on her way there, as
usual, she met Mary Young; and they
walked on together.</p>
<p>"Come, Mary," said Ella, when they
had reached the churchyard gate, "come
in with me, and see how pretty my mother's
grave looks; the flowers are all growing so
nicely, and the rose-bush has some buds on
it already."</p>
<p>They went in; but when they reached
the grave, what a scene of desolation met
their view! Some one had been there before
them, and pulled up all the flowers by<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</SPAN></span>
the roots, trampled them in the dust, and
even cut off the rose-bush close to the
ground. Ella stood a moment struck speechless
with astonishment and dismay, then
bursting into tears, she exclaimed, passionately:</p>
<p>"It was that wicked Sallie Barnes! I
<i>know</i> it was! What a mean, bad, wicked
girl she is! I hate her, so I do; and I
hope somebody will go and tear up all <i>her</i>
flowers, and spoil all her garden, for I <i>know</i>
she did this!"</p>
<p>"O Ellie, Ellie! how can you say
so?" said Mary. "I am very sorry for
you, very sorry indeed; but I did not
think you would have been so wicked, as to
say that you hate anybody."</p>
<p>"Well, I don't care, I ain't half so bad
as she is. I wouldn't have touched her
flowers, and I'd rather she had spoilt all my
garden, or killed my pet kitten, or done
anything than this."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"But you don't know that it was Sallie
who did it."</p>
<p>"Yes, I <i>do</i>. Nobody else would want to
spoil anything of mine. Just see! every
<i>one</i> of my pretty flowers pulled up, and
my poor rose-bush cut down too. Oh! I
can never forgive her!"</p>
<p>"O Ellie, <i>dear</i> Ellie, don't say that!"
said Mary, putting her arms round her.
"Have you forgotten that Jesus said, 'If ye
forgive not men their trespasses, neither
will your Father forgive your trespasses?'
Dear Ellie, think how much more you have
done to provoke God, than Sallie has ever
done to vex and displease you, and how he
has never ceased to bless you; and remember
the Bible says, 'Whosoever hateth his
brother, is a murderer,' and in another
place, 'If he love not his brother, whom he
hath seen, how can he love God, whom he
hath not seen?' O Ellie, it frightens me to
hear you talk so. Just think how <i>wicked</i><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</SPAN></span>
it is to say you hate anybody and will never
forgive them. What if God should say he
would never forgive you?"</p>
<p>"O Mary, I am sorry I said such a
wicked thing, but I was angry and didn't
think how very bad it was. Won't you ask
God to forgive me and help me to like
Sallie?"</p>
<p>"I will, Ellie, but you must ask him
yourself."</p>
<p>"O Mary, I feel as if I was too wicked
to pray; sometimes I am almost afraid to
say my prayers. I wish I was as good as
you."</p>
<p>"Don't say that, Ellie, I'm not at all
good; if you could see all the sinful
thoughts and feelings that come into my
heart, you would not call me good. I
should often be quite in despair, but then I
remember that 'Christ is the end of the law
for righteousness to every one that believeth,'
and I beg God to wash away my<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</SPAN></span>
sins in his blood, and clothe me in the robe
of his righteousness. O Ellie dear, there
is no love so sweet, so satisfying, as the
love of Jesus. You are always wanting
some one to love you, why will you refuse
the love of him, who laid down his life for
you? 'Greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his
friend.'"</p>
<p>"I am sure I would like to be a Christian,
Mary, if I only knew how."</p>
<p>"There is nothing to hinder you, Ellie,
if you really wish it. Jesus stands ready and
waiting to save you, and you have nothing
to do but come to him; come <i>now</i>, just as
you are, without waiting to grow any better.
'O taste and see that the Lord is good:
blessed is the man that trusteth in him.'"</p>
<p>"How do you mean, Mary? how can I
go to Jesus?"</p>
<p>"By praying to him, Ellie; praying
with your heart. If you will do so, there<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</SPAN></span>
is no danger that you will perish, for he
never yet cast out any who came to him in
the right way."</p>
<p>Ella sighed deeply; and sat for some
time looking very thoughtful. Presently
she got up from the tomb-stone, where they
had been sitting, and began picking up the
broken flowers, and putting them into her
basket.</p>
<p>"I shall just throw these away, and
plant some more," said she. "I guess it's
not too late for them to grow. I hope
Sallie will not pull them up again; but if
she does, I hope I shall not get so angry
again as to say that I hate her."</p>
<p>Ella knelt down, as usual, that night
to say her prayers before getting into bed,
but when she came to the petition, "Forgive
us our debts, as we forgive our debtors,"
she stopped, for the text that Mary had
quoted came freshly into her mind, and she
felt in her heart that she had not forgiven<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</SPAN></span>
Sallie. "Then I can't say that," said she
to herself, "for it would just be asking
God not to forgive me. What shall I do?
I can't say my prayers, and I'm afraid to
go to bed without saying them. Mother
told me never to do that, and besides I'm
afraid I might die before morning."</p>
<p>She sat down to think about it. She
tried to feel that she forgave Sallie, but she
could not; the more she thought about it,
the more she seemed to dislike her. Many
little things had occurred, during the last
few months, to cause this dislike. Sallie
had been continually annoying her in every
possible way, and she felt not the least
doubt that it was she who had destroyed
her flowers—the flowers which affection for
her mother had prompted her to plant—and
she felt as if the act was an insult to
the memory of that dearly loved mother,
and therefore much harder to forgive than
any unkindness done only to herself.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I wish the Bible didn't say, 'Love
your enemies,' for it's so hard to do it.
Sallie is my enemy, and it seems to me I
can't like her; she's so disagreeable, and
always doing something to vex me; but
then it's very true, what Mary said—I
do a great deal more to displease God,
than Sallie does to vex me. How strange
that he is so good to me! But what shall
I do about my prayers? I'll ask God to
make me willing to forgive Sallie; I can do
that."</p>
<p>She did so, and then got into bed. Still
her conscience was not at rest. She tossed
about for some time, but at length, overcome
with weariness, forgot her troubles in
the sound sleep of childhood.</p>
<p>But the same struggle was to be gone
through again the next morning, and so it
was every night and every morning for
days and weeks, her anxiety and distress
constantly increasing, so that it would sometimes<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</SPAN></span>
be long, after she had laid her head
upon the pillow, before she could close her
eyes in sleep. But she said nothing of all
this to any one, for Mary Young had left
town for a few weeks on a visit to a friend,
and there was no one else whom she dared
approach on the subject. At length one
night, after tossing on her bed for hours,
unable to bear her distress any longer, she
threw herself upon her knees and earnestly
begged to be enabled to forgive Sallie.
This time she prayed with her whole heart,
and she immediately felt that her prayer
was answered, and that she could forgive
her enemy. Then she prayed for herself,
that her own sins might be forgiven; that
her hard and stony heart might be taken
away, and a heart of flesh given to her—a
heart hating sin, loving God and desiring
above all things to serve and please him.</p>
<p>She rose from her knees feeling relieved
and calm, and lying down on her bed, slept<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</SPAN></span>
soundly till morning. Ella waked with the
same feeling of calmness and peace with
which she had fallen asleep, and she found
a pleasure in offering up her petitions, that
morning, which she had never known before.
She found it easy now to forgive
Sallie and to pray for her, and very pleasant
to pray for herself, and she was also
conscious of such a desire to be kept from
sin, and enabled to please God by her conduct
that day, as she had never felt before;
but it did not occur to her then, nor for
some weeks afterwards, that her heart had
been changed. She only knew that she
felt a longing desire to become a child of
God.</p>
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<p>"I have some good news to tell you,
Ellie," said Mary Young, as she came into
Miss Clinton's sitting-room one morning,
where Ella was seated busily engaged with
some sewing. Mary's face was beaming<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</SPAN></span>
with delight, and she looked as if she
could scarcely wait for Ella to ask her what
her news might be. But she was not kept
waiting long.</p>
<p>"What is it, Mary? do tell me!" exclaimed
Ella. "I'm sure it's something
good, because you look so pleased."</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed, it is good news. Miss
Layton is coming back."</p>
<p>"Oh! is she?" cried Ella, dropping her
work to clap her hands, "Oh, I'm so glad!
I'm <i>so</i> glad!"</p>
<p>"But that isn't all," said Mary. "It's
a select school she's to have, and so she is
to stay all the time—summer and winter."</p>
<p>"Oh, how nice! and I hope she'll live
with us again."</p>
<p>"What's that you're talking about, Ella?"
asked aunt Prudence, who had just come
into the room.</p>
<p>"Oh, such good news, aunt Prudence.
Miss Layton is coming back, and she is<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</SPAN></span>
going to teach a select school, and so she
will stay all the time, and I was just wishing
that she would come and live with us
again."</p>
<p>"Well, child, I think you're quite likely
to have your wish. I had a letter from her
this morning asking if I would take her to
board again, and I shall write back that
I'll be very glad to have her, for she's very
pleasant company, and I don't have half
the trouble with you when she is in the
house."</p>
<p>The next week Miss Layton returned to
S——, and became once more an inmate
of Miss Clinton's family, and soon afterwards
she opened her school. It was not
long before Miss Layton noticed a change
in Ella. She never had any of those violent
fits of passion now; she was more patient
and humble, and though she seemed to
care less for praise than formerly, she was
more anxious than ever to do right; she<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</SPAN></span>
read her Bible more—not now as a task
or a duty, but because she <i>loved</i> to read it—and
she was more thoughtful and quiet,
and listened attentively, and apparently
with pleasure, when any conversation on the
subject of religion was introduced in her
hearing.</p>
<p>One evening as they sat together on the
porch, Miss Layton said to her, "Ellie,
what is the matter with you? you have
grown so thoughtful and quiet lately. What
are you thinking about?"</p>
<p>"I was just looking up at the stars,
Miss Layton, and thinking of what you
said to me once about the great love of
Jesus Christ in coming down to our little
world to suffer and die for us, and I was
wishing—Oh, so much!—that he would give
me a new heart, and teach me to love him
as I ought."</p>
<p>"If you really wished it with all your
heart, Ellie, it was a prayer; and a prayer<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</SPAN></span>
that God will hear and grant, for he says,
'Ye shall seek me, and find me when ye
shall search for me with all your heart.'
But don't you love the Saviour, Ellie?"</p>
<p>"Oh yes, Miss Layton, I hope I do. I
love to read about him, to think about him,
and to pray to him; and Oh, I want to be one
of his children! Oh, I wish I could be a
Christian!"</p>
<p>"Dear Ellie, I hope you are one. You
love the Saviour, and want to love him
more; you love to pray to him, to think of
him, and to read and hear about him; you
love the society of his people, and I have
noticed for some time that you seem to be
trying to do right that you may please
God. By your fruits we are to know you,
and judging by them, I hope that with you,
Ellie, 'old things have passed away and all
things have become new.'"</p>
<p>"O Miss Layton, do you think it can
be that I am a Christian? my heart is so<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</SPAN></span>
hard and full of sin. But Oh, I am <i>sure I
do</i> love Jesus, and I wish more than anything
else that God would make me good!"</p>
<p>And now perhaps you, my reader, are
thinking that all Ella's troubles are over;
that everything will now go on smoothly,
and she will have no more struggles with
pride, indolence, or ill-temper. Alas! you
are sadly mistaken.</p>
<p>The Christian's struggles are not over
as soon as he turns his face Zionward;
nay they are but scarcely commenced. He
has but buckled on his armour for the fight,
but girded up his loins that he may run
the race; for the Christian life is compared,
in the Scriptures, to a race—to a warfare,
and we are exhorted to so run that we may
obtain, to fight the good fight of faith, to
lay hold on eternal life; and we are told
that "we wrestle not against flesh and
blood, but against principalities, against
powers, against the rulers of the darkness of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</SPAN></span>
this world, against spiritual wickedness in
high places."</p>
<p>Yes, the Christian's life must be one of
continued warfare against sin and Satan;
for as long as he remains in this fallen
world, so long will his corrupt nature, the
body of sin and death, cleave to him. Yet
he need not despair, for is he not told, "My
grace is sufficient for thee"—"As thy day
so shall thy strength be"—"The Lord is
faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted
above that ye are able, but will with
the temptation also make a way to escape"—"Nay,
in all these things we are more than
conquerors through him that loved us?"
We are not left to fight alone. Jesus
Christ is the Captain of our salvation.</p>
<p>Many a hard fought battle with her temper
had Ella, and many bitter tears of repentance
did she shed when no eye but
God's could see her; but though at times
she was almost in despair, she still struggled<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</SPAN></span>
on, crying to God for help, and soon
those about her could see that she daily became
more patient and gentle, more meek
and humble, more Christ-like, more full of
love to Jesus. But aunt Prudence would
not see that it was religion that had changed
Ella so much. She said it was partly because
Miss Layton was there to keep her in
order, and partly because Ella was outgrowing
her faults; that she was getting old
enough to feel ashamed to indulge her temper.
She forgot that her own temper was
quite as bad, as when she was a little girl.</p>
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