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you take no undue liberties with them; that you submit to their commands, not opposing your own inclinations, but yielding them to their superior wisdom; that you pay constant attention to their wishes; that you obey their injunctions; and that you be grateful for the tender care and instructions you daily receive from them. Tell me now what you mean by the honor you are to pay to your parents ?
Some of them answered separately-
Very well; remember these simple rules as some explanation of honor, and when you fail in them, recollect you are not honoring them; and when you endeavor to honor them, may it be as the proof both of love to the Lord Jesus, and that you do not despise the promise of God.
Thinking this little instruction sufficient for a first interview, and calculated to induce some further thought on the subject during the week, I then proposed that we should conclude, saying, As we are now directed to look to the Lord, whose Name is Love, we will not separate without commending ourselves to him in a short prayer. Remember, therefore, how near the Throne of Grace we are, through our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom we have access to the Father by the Holy Spirit. At the foot of that
throne let us bend our knees, and implore from the heart that the Spirit of Grace may be granted to us, to love the Law of the Lord ; and let us pray that it may be written on the tables of our hearts, by the Holy Ghost, that we may keep it in the love of Jesus.
When we had concluded, there was a little bustle amongst the party, in preparing for their departure, and some of the parents expressed their sentiments to me on the subject of the evening, in a way that gave me a hope I had obtained an interest.
I saw many little indications amongst the young people, of the necessity of urging their attention to this duty; one resisting the care of the mother, in wrapping her up for fear of cold; another, disrespectful in manners; a third, totally indifferent to the injunctions given to be steady and careful, whilst others were silently attentive and conforming to the wishes of their parents.
Louisa had received the charge of her mother to render all the little services in her power, and she was busily engaged in the courtesies and kindnesses the occasion demanded.
Very soon we were left to our own party, and naturally continued our conversations on the subject, which had been engaging us;-suggesting plans for our future meeting. In pursuance of which, I engaged my nephews and niece to
Ι accompany me the next morning, if spared, to make some researches among our poorer neighbors.
We bent our steps early in the morning to the garden of little Jane's father, who civilly permitted his friends to walk in it occasionally. We found them all busily commencing their morning work in the garden ; Jane and her two brothers were ready, with their little woolen aprons on, and coarse baskets in their hand; Thomas, their father, had a spade, rake, and hoe over his shoulder ; and a little girl, about
years old, was standing at a little distance, as if not quite so ready in mind as the others to proceed to her occupation; she was pouting with an air of discontent. Jane looked at her, and said,
Come, little Sarah, go gather the gooseberries.
Sarah shook her elbows as if refusing, without advancing a step.
The father looked at her, and she hung her head ashamed, but still did not move.
Come, little Sarah, again said Jane, go gather the gooseberries.
Let her alone, Jane, said Thomas, I have told her what I expect her to do.
Jane looked wistfully at her, as if she would persuade her.
Come on, my children, Thomas cheerfully said, we must make the most of time; Jane and her brothers moved briskly after their father, and were soon at the far end of the garden, and
entered on their duty, following their father's spade, gathering out stones and large weeds as he threw them out in digging.
Little Sarah began to move, and with slow unwilling steps at last reached a gooseberry tree, and after waiting a minute or two, as if debating between her conscience and her will, she sat down at the foot of the tree, and very deliberately began to pull the fruit one by one into the basket; she then began to cry, having pricked her finger with a thorn.
We went up to her ; How many gooseberries are you to gather, Sarah?
To fill my basket, she replied, sobbing.
It pricks my fingers ; father knows it pricks my fingers.
Be careful, and then you will not prick your fingers.
Looking at her fingers, she said, It bleeds, it does ! Must I
father ? No, he won't take any notice. What will you do, then ?
She made no answer, but looking at her finger with some self-pity, drew the back of her hand over her eyes to wipe off the tears, and began her work again with caution.
Why, Sarah, do you go on gathering when you prick your fingers ?
Father bid me.
your basket ?
Yes, father bid me.
We remained by her, interested to observe whether she would accomplish her task; she was soon arrested to contemplate two gooseberries particularly large, she then plucked a strawberry leaf which was near her, and putting it on one side the basket, placed the two gooseberries in it.
What are you going to do with these fine large gooseberries?
One's for father, and one's for mother. Take care of them, then, and make haste to fill your
basket. Yes, I will. We moved on, and Louisa said, Do
not think, uncle, this little girl has taught us a very good lesson this morning ?
I should like to have your sentiments upon it,
Really I think I saw the natural dislike to obey; and the objection to the work set her because it was not agreeable to herself; but the respect for her father's command induced her to go. She complained as if she thought her father unreasonable when she hurt herself, but then the command of her father impelled her to