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"Oh! dear Hufband, do not con"cern yourself," interrupts Mother; "the Girl's incivility is no new "Matter, I protest.”

On this, a Battle of Words on both fides, ending in Tears, Bitterness, and my being fent by Father to my Chamber till Dinner. "And,

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Deb," he adds, gravely, but not harshly, "take no Book with you, "unless it be your Bible."

Soe, hither, with fwelling Heart, I have come. I never drew on my

felf fuch Condemnation before-at least, fince childish Days; and could be enraged with Mother, were I not enraged with myself. I'm in no Hurry

Hurry for Dinner-time; I cannot

fober down.
and my Throat has a great Lump in
it. Why was Nan out of the Way?
Yet, would fhe have made Things
better? I was in no Fault at first,
that's certain; Mother took Offence
where none was meant; but I meant
Offence afterwards. Lord, have
mercy upon me! I can afk Thy
Forgiveness, though not hers. And
I could find it in me to ask Father's
too, and fay, "I have finned against
“Heaven, and in thy . . . thy Hear-
"ing!" And now I come to write
that Word, I have a Mind to cry;
and the Lump goes down, and I feel
earneft

My Temples beat,

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earneft to look into my Bible, and more humbled towards Mother. And what is it Father says?—

"What better can I do, than to the

"Place

"Repairing, where he judged me, "there confefs

"Humbly my Fault, and Pardon beg,

"with Tears

"Of Sorrow unfeign'd, and Humilia

"tion meek?"

Word.

He met me at the very firft "I knew you would,” he

faid; "I knew the kindeft Thing

"was to fend you to commune with

"your

"your own Heart in your Chamber, "and be ftill. "Tis there we find "the Holy Spirit and Holy Saviour "in waiting for us; and in the "House where they abide, as long

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as they abide in it, there is no "Room for Satan to enter. But let "this Morning's Work, Deb, be a "Warning to you, not thus to trans"grefs again. As long as we are in "peaceful Communion among our"felves, there is a fine, invisible

Cobweb, too clear for mortal "Sight, fpun from Mind to Mind, "which the least Breath of Discord

rudely breaks. You owe to your "Mother a Daughter's Reverence;

and

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"and if you behave like a Child,

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you must look to be punisht like a "Child."

"I am not a mere Baby, neither,"

I faid.

"No," he replied.

"I fee you

"can make Diftinction between
"Teknia and Paidia; but a Baby
"is the more inoffenfive and lefs
"refponfible Agent of the two. If
"you are content to be a Baby in
"Grace, you must not contend for a
"Baby's Immunities. I have heard
"a Baby cry pretty loudly about a
"Pin."

This fhut
fhut my
enough.

Mouth clofe

"You