father and son-第9章
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s of our aristocracy； but not tolerated by the lower classes。 I am afraid that I proved my inherent vulgarity by being made； not contrite or humble； but furiously angry by this caning。 I cannot account for the flame of rage which it awakened in my bosom。 My dear； excellent Father had beaten me； not very severely； without ill…temper； and with the most genuine desire to improve me。 But he was not well…advised especially so far as the 'dedication to the Lord's service' was concerned。 This same 'dedication' had ministered to my vanity； and there are some natures which are not improved by being humiliated。 I have to confess with shame that I went about the house for some days with a murderous hatred of my Father locked within my bosom。 He did not suspect that the chastisement had not been wholly efficacious； and he bore me no malice； so that after a while； I forgot and thus forgave him。 But I do not regard physical punishment as a wise element in the education of proud and sensitive children。
My theological misdeeds culminated； however； in an act so puerile and preposterous that I should not venture to record it if it did not throw some glimmering of light on the subject which I have proposed to myself in writing these pages。 My mind continued to dwell on the mysterious question of prayer。 It puzzled me greatly to know why； if we were God's children； and if he was watching over us by night and day； we might not supplicate for toys and sweets and smart clothes as well as for the conversion of the heathen。 Just at this juncture； we had a special service at the Room； at which our attention was particularly called to what we always spoke of as 'the field of missionary labour'。 The East was represented among 'the saints' by an excellent Irish peer； who had； in his early youth； converted and married a lady of colour； this Asiatic shared in our Sunday morning meetings； and was an object of helpless terror to me； I shrank from her amiable caresses； and vaguely identified her with a personage much spoken of in our family circle； the 'Personal Devil'。
All these matters drew my thoughts to the subject of idolatry； which was severely censured at the missionary meeting。 I cross… examined my Father very closely as to the nature of this sin； and pinned him down to the categorical statement that idolatry consisted in praying to anyone or anything but God himself。 Wood and stone； in the words of the hymn； were peculiarly liable to be bowed down to by the heathen in their blindness。 I pressed my Father further on this subject； and he assured me that God would be very angry； and would signify His anger； if anyone； in a Christian country； bowed down to wood and stone。 I cannot recall why I was so pertinacious on this subject； but I remember that my Father became a little restive under my cross…examination。 I determined； however； to test the matter for myself； and one morning； when both my parents were safely out of the house； I prepared for the great act of heresy。 I was in the morning…room on the ground…floor； where； with much labour； I hoisted a small chair on to the table close to the window。 My heart was now beating as if it would leap out of my side； but I pursued my experiment。 I knelt down on the carpet in front of the table and looking up I said my daily prayer in a loud voice； only substituting the address 'Oh Chair！' for the habitual one。
Having carried this act of idolatry safely through； I waited to see what would happen。 It was a fine day； and I gazed up at the slip of white sky above the houses opposite； and expected something to appear in it。 God would certainly exhibit his anger in some terrible form； and would chastise my impious and willful action。 I was very much alarmed； but still more excited； I breathed the high； sharp air of defiance。 But nothing happened； there was not a cloud in the sky； not an unusual sound in the street。 Presently； I was quite sure that nothing would happen。 I had committed idolatry； flagrantly and deliberately； and God did not care。
The result of this ridiculous act was not to make me question the existence and power of God； those were forces which I did not dream of ignoring。 But what it did was to lessen still further my confidence in my Father's knowledge of the Divine mind。 My Father had said； positively； that if I worshipped a thing made of wood； God would manifest his anger。 I had then worshipped a chair； made （or partly made） of wood； and God had made no sign whatever。 My Father； therefore； was not really acquainted with the Divine practice in cases of idolatry。 And with that； dismissing the subject； I dived again into the unplumbed depths of the Penny Cyclopaedia。
CHAPTER III
THAT I might die in my early childhood was a thought which frequently recurred to the mind of my Mother。 She endeavoured； with a Roman fortitude； to face it without apprehension。 Soon after I had completed my fifth year； she had written as follows in her secret journal：
'Should we be called on to weep over the early grave of the dear one whom now we are endeavouring to train for heaven； may we be able to remember that we never ceased to pray for and watch over him。 It is easy； comparatively； to watch over an infant。 Yet shall I be sufficient for these things？ I am not。 But God is sufficient。 In his strength I have begun the warfare； in his strength I will persevere； and I will faint not until either I myself or my little one is beyond the reach of earthly solicitude。'
That either she or I would be called away from earth； and that our physical separation was at hand； seems to have been always vaguely present in my Mother's dreams； as an obstinate conviction to be carefully recognized and jealously guarded against。
It was not； however； until the course of my seventh year that the tragedy occurred； which altered the whole course of our family existence。 My Mother had hitherto seemed strong and in good health； she had even made the remark to my Father； that 'sorrow and pain； the badges of Christian discipleship'； appeared to be withheld from her。 On her birthday； which was to be her last； she had written these ejaculations in her locked diary：
Lord； forgive the sins of the past； and help me to be faithful in future！ May this be a year of much blessing； a year of jubilee！ May I be kept lowly； trusting； loving！ May I have more blessing than in all former years combined！ May I be happier as a wife； mother； sister； writer； mistress； friend！
But a symptom began to alarm her； and in the beginning of May； having consulted a local physician without being satisfied； she went to see a specialist in a northern suburb in whose judgement she had great confidence。 This occasion I recollect with extreme vividness。 I had been put to bed by my Father； in itself a noteworthy event。 My crib stood near a window overlooking the street； my parents' ancient four…poster； a relic of the eighteenth century； hid me from the door； but I could see the rest of the room。 After falling asleep on this particular evening； I awoke silently； surprised to see two lighted candles on the table； and my Father seated writing by them。 I also saw a little meal arranged。
While I was wondering at all this； the door opened； and my Mother entered the room； she emerged from behind the bed…curtains； with her bonnet on； having returned from her expedition。 My Father rose hurriedly； pushing back his chair。 There was a pause； while my Mother seemed to be steadying her voice； and then she replied； loudly and distinctly； 'He says it is' and she mentioned one of the most cruel maladies by which our poor mortal nature can be tormented。 Then I saw them hold one another in a silent long embrace； and presently sink together out of sight on their knees； at the farther side of the bed； whereupon my Father lifted up his voice in prayer。 Neither of them had noticed me； and now I lay back on my pillow and fell asleep。
Next morning； when we three sat at breakfast； my mind reverted to the scene of the previous night。 With my eyes on my plate； as I was cutting up my food； I asked； casually； 'What is？' mentioning the disease whose unfamiliar name I had heard from my bed。 Receiving no reply； I looked up to discover why my question was not answered； and I saw my parents
