"Really, mother," said Anna, "you have a great way of taking the sting out of uncomfortable things. I wonder if I shall ever get so as not to care for my own sake."
"That will depend upon how closely you are united to G.o.d. If you live the true Christ-life, nothing of the sort will hurt you much; the consciousness of being right, the joy of His approval, will suffice you.
But what about the Wilsons?"
"Why, mother, nothing about them; I don"t think I shall feel bad any more. If they do not care for me, I shall not for them, only to be kind and polite; and I am sure I want no one"s favor who does not love me for just what I am, and for trying to become better than I am. I shall go to school very happy to-day."
"I am truly glad, Anna; but always remember this: Every soul is created by the same G.o.d--purchased by the blood of the same Saviour, and has an individual life as dear to G.o.d as any other life.
"The Christian is peculiarly precious to Him, and however humble in this world"s estimate, is an heir to His eternal glory and happiness; and so the Christian should, whatever may be his gifts or calling, possess that quietness and dignity of spirit, that, resting in the consciousness of G.o.d"s love and approval, he will not be greatly moved by the applause or the displeasure of his fellows."
"And so, mother, it saves a great many uncomfortable feelings to be a Christian."
"It saves a great amount of disappointed pride and wounded vanity, gives many a sweet night"s sleep in thinking G.o.d will take care of our reputation, being willing to be what and where He will have us to be.
"On the whole, Anna, it is a happier, more comfortable thing, for the relations even of this life, to be a Christian; not a half-way disciple, but a whole-heart-and-soul believer, who keeps no reserves to sting conscience with. He will not feel a thousand things that sting others; and the real troubles that he must bear are shared by Him who has promised to carry our human sorrows.
"Be at peace with G.o.d, dear child, and let the love which that peace brings, speak in the very tones of your voice, in your manners, and in your ways. Then you need not be embarra.s.sed if duty calls you either to a palace or to a hovel."
"I shall get my lessons better to-day for that thought, mother. I shall not feel half so vexed if I fail when I have done the best I can."
"That is the intention of religion always, my child, to keep the possessor calm, a.s.sured, and quite aside from the little jostlings and vexations of a self-seeking life."
"The past is written, the future is beyond our control, but to-day is ours, and is an opportunity to bestow a gift which will be more welcome than any that money can purchase. There should be no guesswork concerning affection; "make it plain," "write it large." "Silence is golden" when it represses bitter words or ignorant comment, but it sinks like lead into the heart which has a right to expect tender and trustful utterances."
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COMPANY MANNERS
"Well," said Bessie, very emphatically, "I think Russel Morton is the best boy there is, anyhow."
"Why so, pet?" I asked, settling myself in the midst of the busy group gathered around in the firelight.
"I can tell," interrupted Wilfred, "Bessie likes Russ because he is so polite."
"I don"t care, you may laugh," said frank little Bess; "that _is_ the reason--at least, one of them. He"s nice; he don"t stamp and hoot in the house, and he never says, "Halloo Bess," or laughs when I fall on the ice."
"Bessie wants company manners all of the time," said Wilfred. And Bell added: "We should all act grown up, if we wanted to suit her."
Dauntless Bessie made haste to retort. "Well, if growing up would make some folks more agreeable, it"s a pity we can"t hurry about it."
"Wilfred, what are company manners?" I questioned from the depths of my easy chair.
"Why--why--they"re--it"s _behaving_, you know, when folks are here, or we go a visiting."
"Company manners are good manners;" said Horace.
"O yes," answered I, meditating on it. "I see; manners that are _too_ good--for mamma--but just right for Mrs. Jones."
"That"s it," cried Bess.
"But let us talk it over a bit. Seriously, why should you be more polite to Mrs. Jones than to mamma? Do you love her better?"
"O my! no indeed," chorused the voices.
"Well, then, I don"t see why Mrs. Jones should have all that"s agreeable; why the hats should come off and the tones soften, and "please," and "thank you," and "excuse me," should abound in her house, and not in mamma"s."
"Oh! that"s very different."
"And mamma knows we mean all right. Besides, you are not fair, cousin; we were talking about boys and girls--not grown up people."
Thus my little audience a.s.sailed me, and I was forced to a change of base.
"Well, about boys and girls, then. Can not a boy be just as happy, if, like our friend Russel, he is gentle to the little girls, doesn"t pitch his little brother in the snow, and respects the rights of his cousins and intimate friends? It seems to me that politeness is just as suitable to the playground as the parlor."
"Oh, of course; if you"d have a fellow give up all fun," said Wilfred.
"My dear boy," said I, "that isn"t what I want. Run, and jump, and shout as much as you please; skate, and slide, and s...o...b..ll; but do it with politeness to other boys and girls, and I"ll agree you shall find just as much fun in it.
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"You sometimes say I pet Burke Holland more than any of my child-friends. Can I help it? For though he is lively and sometimes frolicsome, his manners are always good. You never see him with his chair tipped up, or his hat on in the house. He never pushes ahead of you to get first out of the room. If you are going out, he holds open the door; if weary, it is Burke who brings a gla.s.s of water, places a chair, hands a fan, springs to pick up your handkerchief,--and all this without being told to do so, or interfering with his own gayety in the least.
"This attention isn"t only given to me as the guest, or to Mrs. Jones when he visits her, but to mamma, Aunt Jenny, and little sister, just as carefully; at home, in school, or at play, there is always just so much guard against rudeness.
"His courtesy is not merely for state occasions, but it is like a well-fitting garment worn constantly. His manliness is genuine loving kindness. In fact, that is exactly what real politeness is; carefulness for others, and watchfulness over ourselves, lest our angles shall interfere with their comfort."
It is impossible for boys and girls to realize, until they have grown too old, easily to adopt new ones, how important it is to guard against contracting careless and awkward habits of speech and manners. Some very unwisely think it is not necessary to be so very particular about these things except when company is present. But this is a grave mistake, for coa.r.s.eness will betray itself in spite of the most watchful care.
It is impossible to indulge in one form of speech, or have one set of manners at home, and another abroad, because in moments of confusion or bashfulness, such as every young person feels sometimes who is sensitive and modest, the every day mode of expression will discover itself.
It is not, however, merely because refinements of speech and grace of manners are pleasing to the sense, that our young friends are recommended to cultivate and practice them. Outward refinement of any kind reacts as it were on the character and makes it more sweet and gentle and lovable, and these are qualities that attract and draw about the possessor a host of kind friends.
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CONFIDE IN MOTHER
The moment a girl hides a secret from her mother, or has received a letter she dare not let her mother read, or has a friend of whom her mother does not know, she is in danger.