He was so anxious to comply with her wish, and not weary out her thought for him, and so turn her back upon herself, that he tried to rise. Bradshaw, she still preserved her place in his esteem and Miss Benson had to call a little upon her "talent for fiction" to spare Ruth from the infliction of further presents, in making which his love of patronising delighted. Though Ruth pleaded delicacy of health, and declined accompanying Mr. Denbigh was the circumstance of her having married too early, and without any provision for a family. He added, that he thought, indeed, Benson had looked last Sunday as if he rather hoped to get an invitation and it was right to encourage the ministers, and to show them respect, even though their salaries were small. not object to her being asked to tea the next time Mr. Bradshaw to pay her every attention she could and even once remarked, that he thought her so respectable a young person that he should. He looked off from his own prayers to observe how well she attended to hers at chapel when he came to any verse in the hymn relating to immortality or a future life, he sung it unusually loud, thinking he should thus comfort her in her sorrow for her deceased husband. Her quiet manner, subdued by an internal consciousness of a deeper cause for sorrow than he was aware of, he interpreted into a very proper and becoming awe of him. Indeed, Ruth altogether found favour with him. And economy by itself, without any soul or spirit in it to make it living and holy, was a great merit in his eyes. The love which dictated this extreme simplicity and coarseness of attire, was taken for stiff, hard economy by Mr. "You must not make him into an idol, or God will, perhaps, punish you through him." Oh, how Ruth prayed, even while she was yet too weak to speak and how she felt the beauty and significance of the words, "Our Father"Īnd in serving God" said Miss Benson, with tears in her eyes. And her mother had thought the same, most probably and thousands of others think the same, and pray to God to purify and cleanse their souls, that they may be fit guardians for their little children. For here was a new, pure, beautiful, innocent life, which she fondly imagined, in that early passion of maternal love, she could guard from every touch of corrupting sin by ever watchful and most tender care. It was her own, her darling, her individual baby, already, though not an hour old, separate and sole in her heart, strangely filling up its measure with love and peace, and even hope. What it was, she would not have exchanged for a wilderness of girls. But now she did not think or remember this. It was a boy beforehand she had wished for a girl, as being less likely to feel the want of a fatheras being what a mother, worse than widowed, could most effectually shelter. The earth was still "hiding her guilty front with innocent snow," when a little baby was laid by the side of the pale, white mother. Oh, yes Can you go now? I am afraid of your lying too long on this heather there is a heavy dew."Īre you better, sir?are you very much hurt?" Won't you look at him?" said Ruth "he is so pretty"
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