<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
<p><span class="smcap">Miss Prudence</span> continued quite unable
to do anything all winter, some of Ella's
scholars dropped off on account of the severity
of the weather, and the man who had
taken her aunt's house failed to pay his
rent. All these causes combined brought
down their resources very much indeed, and
Ella began to economize in every possible
way, while she looked forward to the future
with a good deal of anxiety. She also exerted
herself to sew in the evenings that
she might earn a little more, but she was
generally too weary and sleepy after her
day's work to accomplish much. She did
not fail to ask help of Him who has promised
to be a Father to the fatherless, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</SPAN></span>
to hear his children when they cry; and
sometimes when she had cast all her cares
upon him, and read the precious promises
of his word, her heart was filled with peace
and joy, and she felt sure that he would
never suffer them to come to want; but
she was a young Christian, and sometimes
her faith was weak, and unbelief would
suggest that perhaps, after all, these promises
were not meant for her; that one so
weak and sinful as she, could hardly hope
she was a child of God; then what right
had she to claim his promises as hers? and
besides, were not Christians sometimes left
to suffer want? and then she was unhappy
indeed.</p>
<p>One day Ella felt very much distressed;
they were almost out of flour, and fuel,
and nearly every other necessary, all her
last quarter's money had been spent, their
rent was due the next day, and her present
quarter would not close for some weeks.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</SPAN></span>
What was to be done? She had no earthly
friend to go to for assistance, but she carried
her trouble to her heavenly Father.</p>
<p>"Bread shall be given him; his waters
shall be sure. Your heavenly Father knoweth
that ye have need of all these things.
But seek ye first the kingdom of God and
his righteousness; and all these things shall
be added unto you. Take therefore no
thought for the morrow, for the morrow
shall take thought for the things of itself.
Call upon me in the day of trouble; I
will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify
me. I will never leave thee, nor forsake
thee. Heaven and earth shall pass away,
but my words shall not pass away."
These were some of the promises she found
in his word, and feeling a firm assurance
that he would be faithful to his promises,
she went to her work with a calm and quiet
mind, and a cheerful countenance. "Be
careful for nothing but in everything by<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</SPAN></span>
prayer and supplication with thanksgiving
let your requests be made known unto God;
and the peace of God which passeth all
understanding, shall keep your hearts and
minds through Christ Jesus." Do you
doubt it, reader? Only make the trial.
"Then shall ye know, if ye follow on to
know the Lord."</p>
<p>Ella returned from school in the evening,
and still there was no apparent prospect of
relief, but she did not feel troubled; she
knew it would come in due time. Her
aunt had no idea how nearly destitute
they were, for Ella had not thought it necessary
to tell her, as she knew it would only
distress her, and could do no good.</p>
<p>Tea was over, the dishes washed, everything
put in order, and Ella had seated herself
with her sewing at her aunt's bedside,
when there was a rap at the outer door.
Ella rose, went into the hall, and opened
the door. Seeing a gentleman standing
before it, she said,</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Good evening, sir, will you walk in?"</p>
<p>"No, thank you," said he, "I have
hardly time. I cannot account for it, Miss
Clinton, but it has come into my head several
times to-day, that you might be in
want of money, and that I might just as
well pay you for the children's schooling
<i>now</i>, as two or three weeks hence; so I
have brought it round. I suppose you have
no objection?"</p>
<p>"Thank you," said Ella, scarcely able
to command her voice, "I <i>was</i> in need of
it. You are very kind indeed."</p>
<p>"Not at all," said he. "Good evening!"</p>
<p>It was a gentleman who sent her a number
of scholars, and the money he had
brought was more than sufficient to relieve
their present necessities. With a full heart,
Ella thanked the Giver of all good. "Oh,
how could I ever doubt!" she exclaimed.
"Truly he is faithful to his promises!"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</SPAN></span>
She now went to her aunt, and told her the
whole story.</p>
<p>As they had only Ella's school to depend
upon, they had quite a struggle to live
through the winter, and several times were
brought to great straits, but help always
came in time to save them from actual
suffering.</p>
<p>As spring approached, there was some
improvement in Miss Prudence's health, so
that she was now able to sit in an arm-chair
through the day, and use her hands a little
in sewing. She had been more silent than
usual for some days; seeming very low
spirited, seldom speaking, and when she
did, always in her very crossest tones.</p>
<p>It was a dark, chilly, uncomfortable
afternoon. Ella was coming home from
school, and as she passed the post-office,
she called to inquire for letters. It was a
long time since she had heard from either
of her friends, and she was anxiously looking<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</SPAN></span>
for a letter; but there was none, and
she turned away with a heavy sigh. There
are times when the mind seems to partake
of the weariness of the body; when the
spirit sinks beneath its load; when one
feels weary of life—weary of the constant
struggle for existence, and longs to be done
with the cares and toils, the doubts, fears
and anxieties of this life. So Ella felt to-night,
as she wended her weary way towards
her cheerless home.</p>
<p>"Oh, if I had only one friend to sympathize
with, and encourage me!" sighed she.
"It is so long since I have heard from
either of my dear friends, that I almost
begin to fear that they have forgotten me.
If so, how entirely friendless I am! No,
not <i>friendless</i>; there are many dear, kind,
christian people here, though I do not yet
know them well enough to go to them with
my troubles, and ask for their sympathy;
but have I not a 'Friend that sticketh<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</SPAN></span>
closer than a brother?' one whose love will
never grow cold; one who never changes;
'Jesus Christ the same yesterday, to-day,
and for ever?'</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'His love, no end nor measure knows,<br/></span>
<span class="i3">No change can turn its course;<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Immutably, the same it flows<br/></span>
<span class="i3">From one eternal source.'<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>"Oh, how wrong is this feeling of discontent
and weariness; this repining at my
lot, when I know that it is all ordered by
Him who is infinitely wise and good! And
Oh, how many blessings I have, and yet
how unworthy am I of the very least of
them! 'Be content with such things as ye
have, for he hath said, I will never leave
thee, nor forsake thee.' Precious promise!
what more do I need?"</p>
<p>Filled with such sweet and comforting
thoughts, she entered the room where her
aunt was sitting, with a light step and
cheerful face. She was extremely surprised<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</SPAN></span>
to find Miss Prudence in tears. It was a
sight so unusual—for it had always been
Miss Prudence's boast that she was above
such weakness—that Ella thought something
dreadful must have happened.</p>
<p>"Dear aunt Prudence, what is the matter?"
she exclaimed.</p>
<p>"Nothing," said Miss Prudence, turning
away her face.</p>
<p>"Nothing, dear aunt Prudence? I am
very sure it can be no trifle that moves <i>you</i>
so. My dear aunt, we two are all alone in
the world; surely, you will not refuse me
a share in your confidence."</p>
<p>"Go away, Ella! I told you it was
nothing; can't you believe me?" replied
Miss Prudence, angrily.</p>
<p>Seeing that it would be useless to press
the matter farther at that time, Ella left
her aunt, and set about getting tea, her
mind all the time occupied with conjectures
as to what might be the cause of Miss Prudence's<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</SPAN></span>
trouble. Miss Prudence had never
made a profession of religion, but she often
boasted that she was "quite as good as
any member of the church, and a great
deal better than some of them; for she
read a chapter in the Bible every day, and
went regularly to church twice every Sabbath,
rain or shine, which was more than
some of the members did. She was a good
neighbour, kind to the poor, never cheated
anybody in her life, and always tried to do
as near right as she could; and so she
thought she had about as good a chance of
going to Heaven as any of the rest." Indeed,
she was very much like the Pharisee
who prayed: "God, I thank thee that I
am not as other men are; unjust, extortioners,
nor even as this publican."</p>
<p>Ella had offered up many fervent prayers
on her aunt's behalf, that she might be
led to see upon what a broken reed she was
leaning; that God would open the eyes<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</SPAN></span>
of her understanding, that she might become
sensible how entirely without merit
were her very best deeds, yea, even needing
to be forgiven, hateful in the sight of God,
because not done from any desire to glorify
him, but from entirely selfish motives; and
that seeing these things to be so, and how
utterly helpless and undone she was, she
might be led to lay hold upon the hope set
before her, and accept of Jesus Christ as
he is freely offered in the gospel, trusting
in his merits alone for salvation. Could it
be that her prayers were about to be answered?
She felt a faint hope that it
might indeed be so. The evening passed
in almost total silence, for though Miss
Prudence seemed restless and ill at ease,
she was not disposed to talk, but appeared
to be occupied with her own thoughts.
Ella was wearied with the labours of the
day, and had been nodding over her sewing
for some minutes, when the clock struck
nine.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"You had better go to bed, Ella," said
Miss Prudence. "There is no use in trying
to sew, when you can't keep your eyes
open."</p>
<p>"I believe I might as well," replied
Ella, folding up her work; "but you will
go too, aunt Prudence, won't you?"</p>
<p>"No; it's no use, for I couldn't sleep,"
said Miss Clinton, leaning her head upon
her hand, with a heavy sigh.</p>
<p>"Do your limbs pain you worse than
usual to-night, aunt?" asked Ella.</p>
<p>"No, child, they're easy enough at present;
but bodily pain is not always the
hardest to bear."</p>
<p>"What is it that troubles you so, dear
aunt? let me at least give you my sympathy,
if I can do nothing more."</p>
<p>Miss Prudence remained silent, but Ella
ventured again to urge her to confide her
trouble to her.</p>
<p>"Ella," she said at last, "I used to say—and
I <i>thought</i> it too—that I was quite as<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</SPAN></span>
good as any of my neighbours, and quite
as likely to go to Heaven as any of those
who made a profession of religion. I considered
myself quite good, and deserving
of salvation; but lately my views and feelings
have changed, and I seem to myself
to be a very great sinner, so hardened and
so wicked that it frightens me to think of
it; for I don't see how it is possible that
such a vile wretch can be saved. I'm afraid
I have sinned away my day of grace, and
I shall go down to hell."</p>
<p>"Dear aunt Prudence, listen to what
God says, 'Deliver him from going down
to the pit; I have found a ransom.' 'This
is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation,
that Christ Jesus came into the
world to save sinners.'"</p>
<p>"But not such sinners as I; remember
how many years I have been turning a
deaf ear to all his invitations; how often<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</SPAN></span>
he has called, and I have refused. Oh!
these words are constantly ringing in my
ears: 'Because I have called, and ye refused;
I have stretched out my hand, and
no man regarded; but ye have set at nought
all my counsel, and would none of my reproof;
I also will laugh at your calamities,
I will mock when your fear cometh.' O
Ella, I am sure those words are spoken to
me," she added, with a shudder, covering
her face with her hands.</p>
<p>"Dear aunt, he says, 'I will be merciful
to their unrighteousness, and their sins
and iniquities will I remember no more.'"</p>
<p>"It doesn't mean me," she replied, with
a hopeless shake of the head.</p>
<p>"'Come now and let us reason together,
saith the Lord; though your sins be as
scarlet, they shall be as white as snow,
though they be red like crimson, they shall
be as wool.' Dear aunt, those words are
addressed to you as much as to any one."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Miss Clinton shook her head. "They
might have been once, but not now, it is
too late."</p>
<p>"Aunt Prudence, God says, 'I have no
pleasure in the death of him that dieth,
but rather that he turn from his evil way
and live.' 'Turn ye, turn ye, for why will
ye die, O house of Israel?'"</p>
<p>"That's not for me, for I can't turn. I
might have done it once, but now it's too
late."</p>
<p>"Why do you say it is too late, aunt?
Would you limit the power of God? Are
we not told that 'Christ is able to save to
the <i>uttermost, all</i> that come unto God by
him,' and does he not invite you to come?
'Come unto me all ye that labour, and are
heavy laden, and <i>I will</i> give you rest.'"</p>
<p>"But he says, 'My Spirit shall not
always strive,' and I can't expect that he will
ever strive with me again, since I have resisted
him, and grieved him away so often.
No, it is too late."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Aunt Prudence, I am sure he has not
ceased to strive with you, or you would
not feel the anxiety that you do. I believe
he is striving with you now."</p>
<p>"No, Ella, you have no idea how hard,
how dreadfully hard my heart is. Ella,
fifty years I have lived in rebellion against
God, I have given all my best days to the
world; I did not seek God early, and now
I cannot expect to find him."</p>
<p>"Remember the thief on the cross, aunt
Prudence, saved at the eleventh hour. 'God
is the Lord, the Lord God merciful and
gracious, slow to anger, and of great mercy,
forgiving iniquity, transgression, and sin.'"</p>
<p>"'But who will by no means clear the
guilty,'" added Miss Prudence, "and who
more guilty than I?"</p>
<p>"But aunt Prudence, he says, 'I have
found a ransom.' Jesus says, 'Come unto
me and I <i>will</i> give you rest; you have only
to come casting away every other dependence,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</SPAN></span>
and he <i>will</i> receive you.' 'Return
unto the Lord and he will have mercy upon
you, and to our God for he will abundantly
pardon.'"</p>
<p>"No, Ella, not me. I have sinned away
my day of grace, and now it is too late;
there can be no more mercy for such a
wretch as I."</p>
<p>"Aunt Prudence," said Ella, "the adversary
of souls, the devil, 'who goeth
about as a roaring lion seeking whom he
may devour,' has long been successful in
making you put off repentance, by persuading
you to trust in a false hope, telling you
that you were as good, and as likely to be
saved as others; and now that he finds that
he cannot make you shut your eyes any
longer to the danger, he would fain persuade
you that it is <i>too late</i> to repent and
seek God. But don't—Oh! don't listen to
his suggestions. It is <i>not</i> too late. Jesus
stands ready to save you. Oh! come to him<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</SPAN></span>
now, for he says, 'I will in <i>no wise</i> cast
out.'"</p>
<p>Miss Clinton sat for some time without
speaking, her face buried in her hands,
while Ella was silently lifting up her heart
to God in her behalf.</p>
<p>"Ella," said she at last, "go to bed,
child, and leave me; I wish to be alone
now."</p>
<p>Ella bent over her aunt, and kissed her
forehead, saying in a low tone, "Good
night, dear aunt; remember, 'He is able to
save unto the <i>uttermost</i>.'"</p>
<p>The next morning, Miss Prudence seemed
more composed, but said nothing on the
subject of the last night's conversation, and
there was something in her manner which
kept Ella from alluding to it. Weeks
passed away, and gradually a change
seemed to come over Miss Prudence. She
seemed calm, and even cheerful, was more
patient than Ella had ever known her, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</SPAN></span>
spoke very gently and pleasantly, and Ella
several times surprised her reading her
Bible, and shedding tears over it; still she
said nothing on the subject for some time.</p>
<p>At length one quiet Sabbath-evening
when they were sitting together at the window,
watching the last rays of the setting
sun, laying her hand on her niece's shoulder,
while the tears trembled in her eyes,
she said, "Ella, I have begun to indulge a
faint, a trembling hope that I have been
born again, that I am changed; that with
me 'old things have passed away, and all
things have become new,' and that when
my Sabbaths here on earth are over, I shall
go to spend an eternal Sabbath in heaven.
Yes, spend it in praising redeeming love,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Amazing love! how sweet the sound<br/></span>
<span class="i3">That saved a wretch like me!<br/></span>
<span class="i1">I once was lost, but now am found,<br/></span>
<span class="i3">Was blind, but now I see.'<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>"And it is to <i>you</i>, Ella, under God, more<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</SPAN></span>
than to any one else, that I owe this. I
have watched you for years, and have been
astonished to see the careless, proud, self-willed,
passionate child, change to the meek,
submissive, patient, and humble young
Christian. I had often said to myself that
there was nothing in religion, but how could
I doubt it any longer when I saw such
fruits?"</p>
<p>"O aunt Prudence," said Ella, "I
have often felt afraid that <i>I</i> was the stumbling
block in your way that was keeping
you from coming to Christ; for I have come
so very far short in the performance of my
duty, I have shown so little of the spirit
of Christ."</p>
<p>"I know you are not perfect, Ella, but
you are strangely changed, and I can
plainly see that you are trying to serve
God."</p>
<p>"Give the glory where it is due, dear
aunt Prudence; but Oh, how happy I am!<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</SPAN></span>
I feel as if I had nothing more to ask for,
now that you, my dear aunt, will be my companion
in my pilgrimage. God has heard
my prayers. He is indeed 'the hearer,
and answerer of prayer.' But, aunt Prudence,
you had two much brighter examples
of piety before you, in my mother and Miss
Layton; did not the beautiful consistency
of <i>their</i> lives convince you of the truth and
value of religion?"</p>
<p>"I never knew them until years after their
conversion, and when I was forced to notice
how good and amiable they were, I
said to myself, It is their natural disposition;
but I <i>knew</i> what <i>you</i> were by nature,
so that that excuse did not avail me
then, and I could not but acknowledge to
myself, that nothing but the power of God
could have wrought such a change. And
I bless God for the affliction, with which he
has visited me this winter, for while confined
to my bed unable to do anything, and often<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</SPAN></span>
with nothing but my thoughts to occupy
me, I seemed to be compelled to think of
my past life, and to consider my latter
end."</p>
<p>During the ensuing summer, Miss Clinton's
health was almost entirely restored.
She also recovered the money she had lost,
and they returned to S——, to their old
home. Mary and Ella were rejoiced to be
once more near each other; able to take
sweet counsel together, to walk together to
the house of God, and together to talk of
their common hopes and joys. All her old
neighbours were surprised to see the strange
change in Miss Prudence. The quiet,
gentle, humble woman that returned to
them, was so different from the loud, boisterous,
proud and passionate woman that
went away, that they knew not what to
make of it. They all agreed that she was
very much improved, but no one enjoyed the
change so keenly as Ella. There was now<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</SPAN></span>
no discord in her home, but peace and love
reigned in its stead. Aunt Prudence, from
being her greatest trial, had become her
dearest earthly comfort: formerly, they
seemed to have nothing in common; now,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Their fears, their hopes, their aims were one,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Their comforts and their cares."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>"Aunt Prudence," said Ella to her aunt,
one day a few months after their return,
"the school Miss Layton had when she was
here last, is now without a teacher, and a
gentleman was speaking to me yesterday
about taking it; what do you say?"</p>
<p>"I think you had better not; there is no
longer any necessity for you to exert yourself,
unless you are too proud to depend
upon me."</p>
<p>"I confess that I prefer being independent,
aunt, though I hope it is not <i>pride</i>
that makes me feel so; but setting that
reason aside, I still feel a desire to teach.
I think that scarcely any one has more opportunities<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</SPAN></span>
for doing good than a christian
teacher, and it is certainly our duty to do
all the good we can; to use every talent
in the service of our Master. 'To him
that knoweth to do good and doeth it not,
to him it is sin.' You know I succeeded
in my first effort so well, that the parents
of my pupils urged me to stay, and continue
my school; I think that proves that
I have a talent for teaching, and if I have,
ought I not to use it?"</p>
<p>"Think of the great, the solemn responsibility,
Ella."</p>
<p>"I have thought of it, aunt Prudence,
and I feel that it is a <i>very</i> great responsibility;
but would I get rid of it by burying
my talent in the earth?"</p>
<p>"But, Ella, you used to come home
looking so miserably tired, so completely
worn out. I don't believe, my child, that
it is your duty to work yourself to death."</p>
<p>"Nor I, either, aunt Prudence; but I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</SPAN></span>
don't think it will kill me. You must remember
that <i>then</i> I had the care of the
house in addition to the school; and that
I shall not have <i>now</i>; and besides, as somebody
says, 'I had rather <i>wear</i> out than
<i>rust</i> out,' rather die of too much work than
of too much idleness."</p>
<p>"Well, Ella, if you really are so anxious
to teach, I will not oppose it; but as to
your not liking to be dependent upon me,
what difference does it make whether you
take a part of my money now, or get it all
at my death? for I have no one to leave it
to but you, and it must all be yours at last."</p>
<p>"Don't talk about dying, dear aunt,"
said Ella, with tears in her eyes; "I hope
you have a great many years yet to live."</p>
<p>"If it is God's will, I have no objection,
Ella; but I hope we may both be ready
whenever our Lord shall come; if we are
only prepared, it will make very little difference
<i>when</i> the summons comes. But I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</SPAN></span>
did not mean to distress you; I am perfectly
well, and as likely, I suppose, to live
to old age as any one else."</p>
<p>"Well, auntie, may I take the school?"</p>
<p>"Yes, child; if you wish."</p>
<p>So Ella taught school in the same town
and in the very same room where she had
been a pupil herself; and people said she
was very much such a teacher as Miss Layton,
which Ella considered the highest
praise that could have been bestowed upon
her. And she <i>was</i> like Miss Layton in
her patient, gentle manner towards her
scholars, and her earnest efforts to lead
them to Christ.</p>
<p>"By their <i>fruits</i> ye shall know them."
Reader, what kind of fruit are <i>you</i> bearing?
"A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit,
neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good
fruit." Judged by your fruits, what are
you? A good or a corrupt tree? Are you
a careless, unconcerned sinner walking in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</SPAN></span>
the broad road that leads to eternal death?—or
are you treading the strait and narrow
way that leads to life everlasting? Are you
taken up with the things of <i>this</i> world,
living only for the present moment, careless
of the interests of your immortal soul, and
unconcerned about the forgiveness of your
sins? Are you a slave to the law, trying to
work out a salvation of your own, and
merit heaven by your own good works?—or
are you a loving child, serving a tender and
beloved Parent, striving to bring forth much
fruit, that you 'may glorify your Father
which is in heaven?' "Behold what manner
of love the Father hath bestowed upon
us, that we should be called the sons of
God."</p>
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<span class="i0">"We would no longer lie<br/></span>
<span class="i3">Like slaves beneath the throne;<br/></span>
<span class="i1">My faith shall Abba, Father, cry;<br/></span>
<span class="i3">And thou the kindred own."<br/></span></div>
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