1665. "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, 66 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. My Temples beat, 1665. 1665. 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 66 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 1665. 1665. "and if you behave like a Child, 66 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 This fhut Mouth clofe "You |