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ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE:OR,THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE.BY M. J. McINTOSH,AUTHOR OF "EMILY HERBERT; OR, THE HAPPY HOME," "BLINDALICE," "JESSIE GRAHAM," ETC. ETO." A peace above all earthly dignities-A still and quiet conscience."-SHAKESPEARE." He that covereth his sins shall not prosper."-Pnov. xxxviii. 13.LONDON:GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS,TIlE BROADWAY, LUDGATE.NEW YORK: 416, BROOME STREET.
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TOLITTLE OLIVE,TIIE BRIGHTEST BEAM IN HER SUNNY IOME,6Ijis ^oolIS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED,BYHER GRAND-AUNT,M. J. McINTOSIf.
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ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE.CHAPTER I.ON the shore of one of its western lakes, theUnited States had established a military sta-tion. They had erected here long rows ofhouses, built of gray stone, which it was saidcould accommodate several thousands of men.At a little distance from these houses, and di-rectly opposite to the beautiful lake, stood thebuildings in which the officers had their homes.These were also of gray stone, but they werelarger and better built than those occupied bythe common soldiers. Each officer had a houseto himself, but all the houses were connectedby one broad piazza, running along the frontof the entire row of buildings. A gay sight
2 ROSE AND LILLIE STANIOPE ;was it on a summer afternoon, when the lakewas shining like burnished gold, under the raysof the fast declining sun, and the piazza wasfilled with the wives and children of the officers,to see the soldiers, in their showy uniforms,and with their bright arms, assembled on thelevel space between the buildings and thewaters, for the evening parade, and keepingtime with every movement to the music of anexcellent band.But it was not always gay at the barracks,as the people in the neighbouring town calledthis military station-sorrow, and sickness,and death, came there, as well as elsewhere.There were many children at the barracks,but none attracted so much attention as Roseand Lillie Stanhope. We put Rose first,though she was the younger of the two, be-cause everybody put Rose first. She was verypretty and very lively, and, people said, a littlespoiled.It had been four years since Major and Mrs.
Sn, TIHE POWER OP CONSCIE'CE. 8SStanhope first came to this distant frontier sta-tion. It was very painful to them to come sofar from all their family and their early friends;especially did Mrs. Stanhope feel it very hardto be separated from her mother, who was nolonger young, and who had no other daughter.But an officer in the army must always gowhere the Government choose to send him, andMrs. Stanhope, though she grieved to leave hermother, would have been yet more distressedto part from her husband, and suffer him to:come so far away, quite alone. So they al1came together when Lillie was only six yea+r'old, and Rose not quite four. Two youngS'children had been born to Major Stanhope itShis western home; but one, just as it had learngSto call "Papa,"' "Mamma," "'Ose," "Illie'and as the pattering of its baby feet began to. make sweet music in its home, died, and waslaid to rest beneath a flowery mound in thelittle quiet graveyard attached to the statioh;and the other, a feeble infant, lived but a few
4 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE ;weeks. Ever since the birth of this last child,Mrs. Stanhope had been very feeble, and as thewinter came on, bringing cold, bleak windsfrom the lake, her incessant cough so alarmedMajor Stanhope, that he determined, as soonas milder weather made travelling pleasant andsafe for an invalid, he would obtain a leave ofabsence, and take her back to her early home,in a warmer climate. The spring came, bring-ing songs to the birds, and flowers to the earth,but it brought no strength to Mrs. Stanhope.She now lay all day upon a couch in the parlour,and answered only with a languid smile, some-times with a few tears, when Major Stanhopespoke of their going home. At last, he ceasedto speak of it altogether. His looks and thetones of his voice were very sad, and Lilliesomehow began to understand that he was veryanxious about her dear mother."Father," she said, one evening, as shestood beside his knee in the quiet twilight,"when will mother go home "
OR. THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 6They were quite alone, for Mrs. Stanhopehad fallen asleep on her couch in the next room,and Rose was at play with some children in theadjoining house. Major Stanhope looked verymournfully and very fixedly at Lillic, for whatseemed to her a long time. He tried to speak,but seemed choked. At last, laying his handon her head-the hand trembled, Lillie thought-he said, softly, " Soon, very soon, I fear, mychild."Lillie was very much puzzled by this answer-she could not imagine why her father shouldfear her mother's going home; but there wassomething in his manner that awed hei, andshe did not dare to ask him what he meant.She did not forget the speech, however, andthe next morning, when he went out and lefther for a little while alone with her mother, sheasked her, " Mother, what made father say hewas afraid you would go home soon-does henot want you to go? Is that the reason hesaid afraid "
6 nOSE AND LILLTE STAIHOPE ;"To whom did your father say this, Lillie ?"Mrs. Stanhope asked, in the low whisper inwhich she now always spoke."To me, mother, because I asked him whenyou were going, and he did not answer me di-rectly, and I thought he looked very sorry, asif he would cry; and at last he said he fearedyou would go soon, and I want to know why hesaidfeared."Mrs. Stanhope was not unprepared to hearof her husband's apprehensions. She knew byvery sure signs, that the time was near whenher body would be laid to its rest in the green,quiet churchyard, beside her children, and herspirit would, through faith in her blessed Re-deemer, ascend to her heavenly home. Shewas a Christian, and had that peace in her heartwhich only the Christian can feel, when deathapproaches. Yet some anxious thoughts shestill had, and these were for her children,especially for her little Rose-not that she lovedRose better than Lillie, but that she feared
OE, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 7there were some things in her character thatmade all a mother's careful training necessaryto preserve her from becoming very unamiable.She reproached herself, too, somewhat, for thesethings. Rose had been so long her youngest,her baby; when she lost her younger children,she had seemed so naturally to take their place,that Mrs. Stanhope was conscious she had in-dulged and petted her in a manner very likelyto make the most amiable child self-willed andexacting. Rose, too, had such beautiful curls,and such a fair skin, and rosy cheeks, and corallips, that many people were silly enough to tellher she was beautiful, and Rose became vain.Lillie, on the contrary, had been accustomed toyield to her sister, because she was younger,and had seldom found herself admired, or muchnoticed, while Rose was present; so she grewgentle and humble. Mrs. Stanhope had notseen these differences very clearly till she wason her sick bed; but now she saw them, andevery impatient or imperious word from Rose
"8 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;brought a sharp pang to her heart, as shethought how severe those who had not amother's patience might be with her, be-fore they curbed that haughty and hastyspirit.All these thoughts came vividly to Mrs.Stanhope's mind, when she heard from Lilliethat Major Stanhope feared she would go homevery soon. You must not suppose, however,that she left Lillie's question unanswered foras long a time as we have taken to tell youwhat she felt. Thought is very rapid--themost rapid thing in the world-and Lillie hadhardly said, "I want to know why he saidfeared," before Mrs. Stanhope answered, " Be-cause he is grieved at the thought of my leavinghim.""And shall we leave papa ? I thought wewere all going," said Lillie. Tears came intoMrs. Stanhope's eyes, and it was a minute per-haps before she could whisper, " No, my darlingLillie, no one is going with me; I must go
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 9all alone "-again the tears came to her eyes,and her lips quivered as she repeated, " allalone."Lillie loved her mother very tenderly, andthe thought of parting from her, even for a fewmonths, as she supposed, was so sad, that bow-ing down her head, and pressing her cheek tothe white, thin hand she was holding, her tearsfell silently."Don't weep, my darling," said Mrs. Stan-hope, still in the same feeble voice, " but listento me; there is something I want very muchto say to you, now when we are alone. I cannotsay it while you weep so."Lillie checked her sobs, wiped her tears away,and raising her head, fixed her dark earnest eyesupon her mother."When I am gone, darling, I want you tolove Rose very much," Mrs. Stanhope began.They seemed common words, but there wassomething in her looks which was not common,and Lillie spoke in as low a whisper as her own,
10 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;when she answered, "I do, mother-I love tervery much now.""You must love her better even, if pos-sible, my Lillie. She is often perverse, othersmay be harsh to her, but you must never be;you must cherish her as if you were her littlemother take care of her try to make hergood, and to make her happy. Love yourHeavenly Father, and teach her to love Him,and He will love you both, and bless you both,my darlings."The mother could say no more-she was ex-hausted; but as she closed her eyes, and claspedher thin hands, her lips moved, and a tear ortwo stole down her cheeks, and Lillie knew thatshe was praying for her and Rose.You will readily believe that Lillie did notforget any of the words her mother had spokento her with so much feeling. More than onceher dear mother smiled fondly upon her as shesaw that after this conversation she becamemore than ever patient with Rose, and careful
OR, THE I'OWER OF CONSCIENCE. 11of her. 'Yet Lillie did not quite understandall that her mother meant till about threeweeks after, when she and Rose were awokein the night, and taken to her bedside by theirfather, that she might press them once more inher arms, and give them her last kiss and herlast blessing. She spoke with great pain andeffort, and as she received Rose in her arms andkissed her again and again, she only whispered," My darling! "-but when her husband, at asign from her, drew Lillie to her side and placedher feeble arms around her, she said, " My good,precious child, remember Rose !" These wereher last words to Lillie, and you may be surethey sank deep into her heart-so deep thather whole future life showed their influence.The next day when she saw her mother, all inwhite, lying so pale, and still, and cold, shesaid to herself, " This is what mother calledgoing home she meant her heavenly home,"and she drew the weeping Rose away, and toldher that their dear mother was with the angels,
12 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;and that, though they could not see her, shecould see them, and that she loved them andwatched over them just as she used to do, andsmiled on them when they were good children,and would grieve if they were bad."And if we love our Heavenly Father, andpray to him as she did, Rose, the kind blessedSaviour will take us when we die to live withher and the angels in their beautiful heavenlyhome," said the simple child-preacher.A few days after, Lillie and Rose saw theirmother laid beside their little baby brother andsister. Major Stanhope stayed a fortnight longerat the garrison, long enough to place a plainwhite marble tablet over the grave of the wifeand mother who had been so fondly loved, andto plant a few flowers and shrubs around it.Then, having obtained a leave of absence forthree months, he set out with his two littlegirls for the home of Mrs. Stanhope's mother,near Providence, Rhode Island.
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 13CHAPTER II,A vTET pretty place was that of Mrs. Gwynne,the grandmother of Lillie and Rose. It wasjust at the edge of the town, near enough toenjoy all the advantages of its churches andschools, and market and shops, and even of itspleasant society, yet away from its heat andnoise and bustle. It was on high ground over-looking the city, and having from some windowsof the house a view of the country far beyondit, as it rose into higher and higher hills, so dis-tant at last that their faint blue line meltedaway into the blue of the sky, and it was notalways easy to tell where the hills ended andthe sky began. But this distart view was notthe only, or, indeed, the greatest charm of Mrs.Gwynne's home. There were nearer beauties
14 EQOS AND LILLIE STANHOPEin the pretty terraced flower-garden and shrub.bery which descended to the water's edge;there was the water view itself-the broad, boldNarragansett bay, with its bright, sparklingwaves-and there, in the rear, was the largeold orchard with its dense, cool shade in sum-mer, its flowers in spring, and its fruits inautumn. Lillie and Rose loved the orchardbest of all places. They felt freer there thanin the house, where everything kept its place,as if it had been put there when the house wasbuilt and had never been removed since, or inthe:eat flower-garden and shrubbery, every leaf andstalk of which their grandmother seemed to know.Mrs. Stanhope had been an only child, andsince her marriage Mrs. Gwynne had lived sucha lonely and quiet life that Major Stanhopefeared the noise and the careless habits of chil-dren would be very annoying to her. This fearwas strengthened by some things that occurredduring the fortnight that he was able to remainwith them.
OR, THE POWER OF CO'NSCIENCE. 15Mrs. Gwynne had given to each of hergrand-daughters a small bed in the flower-gar-den, to cultivate for herself. She gave themboth seeds to sow, and a pretty little hoe andrake for their gardening. They were verymuch pleased at the prospect of having flowersof their own, and rising earlier than usual onthe morning after they had received the seedsand garden tools from their grandmother, theyhastened out to work. They had the seeds ofthe small pheasant-eyed pinks, and of periwinklesand of lady-slippers and China asters, for Mrs.Gwynne had chosen for them such flowers aswould spring up quickly, bloom early, and lookvery gaily. Lillie first gave Rose some direc-tions about the handling her hoe, and openingtrenches for the seed, and then she set to workvery diligently about her own bed. She dug itup, as she had seen the gardener do with one ofher grandmamma's beds the day before, and thenshe began to plant her seed. She intended toput the China asters in the centre, the pinks
16 ROSE AnD LLLIE STANIIOPE ;around the border, and the periwinkles and lady.slippers between them; but she had just coveredup her China asters, when Rose began to com-plain that she was tired, and that the work wastoo hard for her." Wait a minute, Rose, till I have done plant-ing my flowers, and I will do your bed, too," saidLillie."But I don't want yourbed to be done beforemine; I want mine done first," urged the un-reasonable little Rose.Lillie did not tell her, as it would have beenquite right to do, that this was very selfish. Sheonly said to herself, " Mamma would like me todo it, and it will not take me long; I shall sooncome back to mine;" and dropping the rakewith which she had been covering up her seeds,she came to the bed where Rose was at work,and taking the hoe from her, said, "Tell mewhere I shall plant your seeds, and I will soonhave done it.""uI don't care where you plant them," said
on, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 17Rose, "only make them bloom very soon; Idon't want a bed without any flowers.""But I cannot make them bloom, Rose.Grandmamma says, some of them will bloom insix weeks."" Six weeks !" exclaimed Rose in dismay,"and will it look all that time like your uglybrown bed there ?"" Oh no I should not wonder if we begannext week to see little green leaves peeping outof the ground; how pleasant it will be to watchthem as they come, and as they grow larger andlarger, and then to see the buds begin to swelland the flowers to come out. Whom shall wegive our first flowers to, Rose P""I don't know; I wanted to give mine tofather, but he will be gone away before sixweeks are over."As Rose spoke, she turned away towardsLillie's bed, and Lillie was for the nexthalf-hour fully occupied in hoeing, trench-ing, and planting hers. As she finished, sheC
18 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPEcalled out, "Come, Rose, come and see yourbed."Rose did not answer, and Lillie turned tolook for her. She was not in sight, and for amoment Lillie forgot her in gazing at her ownbed, which seemed to have proved all she hadsaid to Rose about the six weeks of waiting,false, and to have suddenly flushed into bloomsince she looked at it last. Had a good fairywaved her wand over her garden and brought outall these flowers as a reward for her attendingfirst to her little sister's? It was a pleasantfancy, but Lillie knew that it was only a fancy,and she drew near to examine more closely into'the mystery. She soon saw that these werenot the flowers she planted, that these, indeed,were not planted at all, but were only branchesfull of blossoms stuck down into the ground.She began to understand the case, and stoodlooking in dismay upon roses and carnations,heliotropes and geraniums, when Rose suddenlyappeared with a splendid cactus, of which she
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 19had heard her grandmother speaking only yes-terday as a very rare variety that was about toflower for the first time."I 've made your garden blossom, Lillie,"said Rose, with delight at her own ingenuityand success."Oh, Rose! what will grandmamma say?She thinks so much of her flowers.""Will she scold, Lillie ?" asked Rose, herdelight somewhat abated.At this moment they heard the voices ofMrs. Gwynne and -Major Stanhope, who, havinglearned from the servants that they had beenseen going into the garden quite early, con-eluded they were at work on their own flower-beds, and were coming straight there." Oh, Lillie! I am afraid," cried Rose; anddropping the cactus, she ran off in an oppositedirection from that in which the voices wereapproaching." It will be months before the garden will befit to be seen, and it may be years before thas
20 EOSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;cactus blooms again, if, indeed, it ever does.It must have been the work of some rude boysfrom the city, though it is the first time theyhave ever annoyed me in this way," Lillieheard her grandmother say, as she drew near-heard it as in a sort of dream, unable to resolvewhat she should do or say; there was butone thought clear to her, she must shieldRose from blame, and her mother in heavenwould know all about it, and would smile onher.Pool Lillie! she needed some such strength-ening thought to enable her to bear her grand-mother's angry surprise and her father's sor-rowful reproaches when they came upon her,standing by the bed in which were stuck all therichest and most beautiful flowers, of which thegarden had been robbed, while she held thecactus in her hand, as if about to place it withthe rest." Well, this surpasses all I ever could imagineof a child's mischief and destructiveness; and
on, TIE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 21this is my reward for trying to give you plea-sure," said Mrs. G-wynne." Oh, grandmamma, I am so sorry!" was allthat Lillie could find heart or voice to say."I should think you would be," exclaimedMajor Stanhope, in the most severe tone Lilliehad ever heard from him, at least when he wasaddressing her. Completely overpowered by it,she burst into tears, and turned to throw herselfinto his arms; but, for the first time in her life,he repelled her caress, saying, " I cannot loveyou when you behave so naughtily; suchwanton mischief would hardly have been ex-cusable in Rose: in you, who ought to set heran example, it is far worse. Go to your room,you shall have your breakfast sent there; goat once! " he added in a sterner tone, as shelingered, doubtful what she should do or say."It was Rose, not I, who did it."Those few words would have changed allthis : her father would have taken her in hisarms and kissed away her tears, and her grand-
22 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;mother would have been kind to her again; butshe did not say them; how could she, when shehad promised so solemnly to try to make Rosehappy, how could she say words which wouldbring on her all the sorrow she was herself suf-fering? It was impossible; so she went weep-ing towards the house, no one calling her back,though she heard her kind grandmamma plead-ing for her, and saying, " It cannot be helpednow, and I cannot bear to see her suffer; chil-dren, I suppose, will do these things."" Not if they are properly taught. Lilliehas mortified and disappointed me beyond ex-pression, and I would have her feel it in such away that she will never do so again; but whereis Rose, I wonder? it is somewhat strange notto find them together."" Rose seems to have finished planting herbed and gone in; dear child how well she hasdone it," continued Mrs. Gwynne, pausing fora moment beside the bed which Lillie hadplanted so carefully for her little sister. And
O1, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 23the weeping Lillie heard her, for as she walkedslowly towards the house, and her grandmammaand father were following in the same direction,they were not far apart. Lillie went to herroom without meeting Rose, or any one indeed.She shut her door, latched it, and going to thebedside dropped her head upon the pillow andsobbed bitterly. Gradually her sobs lessened-she began to feel as if she were lying with herhead on her mother's lap, and she were strokingher hair and kissing her forehead, as she usedto do when she was in trouble, and whisperingsoftly to her, " My good Lillie, I love you, andyour Father in Heaven loves you." Graduallya peaceful smile rose to Lillie's lips, and shesaid to herself, " This is better than to havepoor Rose shut up here, and grandmamma andfather will forgive me by and by; I will askGod to make them;" and kneeling, she put upa simple, loving, trusting, child-like prayerfor this desired good. She had just risen fromher knees, when there was a hand laid on the
24 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;latch of her door; it was turned and shaken,and then Rose cried impatiently, " Open thedoor, Lillie !"Lillie opened it, and there stood Rose withher breakfast. Very nice and hot and temptingit looked, yet Lillie's tears came when she sawit. Rose did not seem to notice them. Per-haps she did not see them, for she avoidedraising her eyes to Lillie's face, and putting theplate of breakfast down, said, hurriedly, "Fathersaid I must not stay, Lillie," and hastenedaway.For the first time Lillie felt a little angry;it seemed so unkind, so ungrateful in Rose whenshe was bearing all this blame for her; "but,perhaps, she does not know that it is for her,"was the kind thought suggested to Lillie aftera while, and she grew calm again. She tried toeat some breakfast, but everything choked her,for in everything that was sent she saw thekindness of her grandmamma and her father,and she was grieved indeed to think that they
OR, TIIE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 25should suppose her to have behaved badly. Shewas still sitting before her breakfast, when sheheard the quick step of Rose upon the stairs;it was very quick and bounding, and Lillie saidto herself, " Something has happened to pleaseRose," and then her heart beat violently as shethought-" She may have told them all, andthey have sent her to bring me down."Rose burst into the room. Her eyes werebright, her lips smiling, her movements quickand joyous. "Oh, Lillie!" she cried, "I amgoing to town with father, and he says there isa great menagerie there, and he is to take meto see the animals; will not that be nice ?""Very nice for you, Rose; but pretty hardfor me, I think, to be shut up here because youbroke grandmamma's flowers, while you aregoing to town."Lillie was angry; it was scarcely possiblethat she should not have been, at the selfishnessof Rose. As for Rose, her face flushed, her eyesfell, her lips quivered, as she said, " Oh, Lillie!
26 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;I did not know when they sent you here, andwhen father told me, I wanted to tell him aboutit, but he was so cross I was afraid-and-and- Please, Lillie, don't tell on me this time-I meant to make your garden look pretty, andI will never break a flower again-and I dowant to go to a menagerie so much, and yousaw one once, and I never did; please, Lillie,darling Lillie, let me go, and don't tell on me."Rose had very coaxing ways, and before shehad finished she was in Lillie's lap with her armsaround her neck; and as Lillie kissed away thetears which her apprehension of losing thedrive and the menagerie had brought to hereyes, she said, "No, my darling little Rose,mother told me that I must be your littlemother, and I would stay here a week ratherthan tell on you."This was very amiable and very generous inLillie, but it was not wise or right. It waskindly meant to Rose, but it was doing her, notgood, but a great evil. It was indulging and so
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 27increasing the selfishness of her nature, and asa selfish person must always be unhappy, it waspreparing for her far greater pain and sorrowthan a few hours' or even a day's confinement toher own room could have caused her. Evennow, excited as she was with the prospect of aday of pleasure, there was a restlessness abouther which showed she was not happy, andthrough all the long hours of the day, thethought of Lillie sitting lonely and sad in theirlittle room up-stairs, came every now and thento trouble her joy, though she tried hard toforget it.Lillie did not sit lonely and sad all day, how-ever, for scarcely had the carriage driven fromthe door with Major Stanhope and Rose, whenMrs. Gwynne, kind Mrs. Gwynne, who couldnot bear to think that any one, least of all thatone of those children whom her dear daughterconfided to her in her dying hour, was sufferingin her house, good Mrs. Gwynne came to Lillie,and taking her on her lap kissed her. Lillie
28 BOSE AND LILLIE STABWHOPE;was more touched by this kindness than shewould have been by harsh words, and puttingher arms around her grandmother's neck, sheburst into tears and sobbed out, " Oh, grand-mamma! you must think me so wicked-canyou ever forgive me?""Yes, my child, I forgive you; it wasthoughtless, very thoughtless, but you will notdo so again; so wipe your eyes and come downstairs, and we will say no more about it."Mrs. Gwynne seemed anxious to take awayfrom Lillie's mind all memory of her unhappymorning, and did everything she could for heramusement while Rose was absent. She in-vited her first into the poultry-yard, and showedher a. the different varieties of chickens, fromthe large Shanghai to the little Bantams-thenshe carried her to a place in the orchard, where,under the shade of a great apple-tree, hung alarge wicker cage, with several Barbary doves,the loveliest things in the world Lillie thoughtthem, with their soft feathers just touched with
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 29a light pinkish brown, their eyes so gentle, andtheir soft murmuring coo seeming to say all thetime, " I love you-I love you." Lillie was soenraptured with them that Mrs. Gwynneselected a young and very pretty pair, and toldher she might have them for herself, and mightkeep them separately, in a smaller cage, andtake care of them herself. Lillie called herdoves Lillie and Rose. HIer grandmamma gaveher a piece of narrow ribbon to tie around theneck of each. Rose had a pink, and Lillie ablue necklace."I will call Rose mine; the dove, I mean,grandmamma," said Lillie; " and then I shallhave two Roses for pets, and Rose-I mean mysister Rose-shall have Lillie, the dove, for herpet."Lillie wanted no greater amusement afterthis, than to sit in the piazza before the cage,which Mrs. Gwynne had made a servant bringthere for her, and admire the pretty ways of herdoves, and there she was when Major Stanhope
80 ROSE AND LILLIE STANTHOP E;and Rose returned. It was so delightful toRose, such a relief to her conscience, to findLillie at liberty again, that she sprang to meether, with sparkling eyes, and kissed her againand again. Lillie was very glad to see her, andput her arms around her as she sat, but she didnot dare to raise her eyes, for her father stoodbeside her, and she was afraid to meet the samestern look he had given her in the morning.But Major Stanhope's voice was not stern, itwas very gentle, as, putting his hand on Lillie'shead, he said, " Have you no welcome for yourfather, Lillie ?"In a moment Lillie was in his arms, clingingto him and murmuring, " Please, papa, love meagain-please, papa."" I always love you, my daughter, I alwayslove you dearly-so dearly that I cannot bearto see you do wrong."Rose stole away; she was not so very selfishas to hear Lillie scolded for what she had done,without pain, yet she had not courage enough
OR, THE POWE O01' CONSCIENCE. 81to do justice to her sister, and acknowledge herown wrong-doing. Lillie would gladly havestolen away, too, but she could not, for herfather's arm was around her. She knew notSwhat to say. It seemed almost like telling anuntruth-a thing which Lillie would not havedone for the world-to ask forgiveness of herfather for a fault she had not committed, andshe was determined not to betray Rose; so shecould only hang her head and say, or rathersob, as she had already done, " I am very sorry,father-I am very sorry."" And so am I, my dear Lillie-I would notfor the value of all the flowers in the country,: have had you show yourself to your grand-mamma as so rude, and destructive, and ill-taught-it was casting a reproach upon yourblessed mother, Lillie, as if she had not taughtyou better."SThis was the last drop of bitter in Lillie'scup. She had so loved her mother, she was sodevoted to her memory, that to please her even
32 ROSE A D LILLIE STATOPE;now, that she could only think of her as look.ing down on her from heaven, was, as you mayhave seen, the most powerful motive of her life;and now, to be told that she had cast reproachupon that hallowed memory, " it was too much-it was too much," she said in the depth ofher heart, while she wept so violently thatMajor Stanhope became almost alarmed, andsoothed her, saying, " You did not think of allthis, Lillie, I know, for you loved your dearmamma; and now you will remember what Ihave said, and you will be very careful never togive your grandmamma any more trouble. Sheis old now, and I feel very badly at leaving sogreat a charge upon her as you and Rose mustbe, even should you be very good, and verycareful children. Should you be bad, or evenshould you be careless and inconsiderate, it willmake me very unhappy.""Oh, father! I will be good! indeed I will I"" I thought I could trust you, Lillie, thoughI was a little afraid of Rose-but now- "
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 33" Oh, father! trust me-trust me again,father !"" I will try, my daughter: I am going onpublic business that may detain me for severalmonths-let me have the satisfaction when Ireturn, of hearing that you have been a comfortinstead of a care to your grandmother. I hopedthat you would watch over Rose, and keep herfrom doing wrong."" I will try, father."Major Stanhope sighed-he could not feelmuch confidence in such a promise from onewho had herself done anything so wrong as hesupposed Lillie to have done that morning; buthe saw she had suffered very much, and kissingher, he rose, and they went quietly into thehouse, where Mrs. Gwynne called them to herneatly spread tea-table. Very soon after tea,Rose grew sleepy-the excitement of the dayhad fatigued her-still she was, as most activechildren are, unwilling to go to her own room,and leave others sitting up, and apparentlyD
34 ROSE AND LILLIE STATHOPE;enjoying themselves. Eer father's positivecommand was necessary to overcome this re-luctance. When this was given, she said" GOood night" to her grandmother and to herfather, and to her sister, " Come, Lillie!"" But Lillie is not sleepy," said Major Stan-hope; " are you, Lillie?"" No, father-but Rose always wants me togo with her; she will not go to bed withoutme," answered Lillie, rising to say good-night." You can help her to undress, and thencome back again," suggested the grandmother,desirous to please both.But Lillie knew there was no probability ofher being permitted to return, so she gave hergood-night kisses before she went.Though Rose had insisted on having Lilliewith her, she did not seem disposed to talk toher when they were in their room. In truth,she found herself thoroughly uncomfortable,when she was alone with Lillie, for she couldnot shake off the thought that her sister had
OR, THE POWER OF CONSOILECE. 35borne blame and punishment for her fault.It was not a pleasant thought, you will allacknowledge, but perhaps you will be surprisedto hear that it did not make Rose love Lilliebetter. Indeed, this thought seemed to standlike a wall between her and her sister; and,instead of the pleasant chat, and the lovingkisses that Lillie always expected at this hour,Rose was silent and cross, undressed rapidly,and was about to throw herself into bed, whenLillie said, " Rose, darling, you have not saidyour prayers."Rose dropped on her knees, hurried overa form of words, with no prayer in herheart; then, rising, turned quickly again toher bed." Kiss me, Rose," said Lillie.Rose stopped, and turned her cheek coldly,almost angrily, to her sister."Don't you love me, Rose?" whisperedLillie."Oh! do, Lillie, let me go to bed, and don't
36 ROSE AND LILLIE STANITOPE;talk to me when I am so sleepy," answeredRose, impatiently.Lillie might have asked, " Why did you in-sist on my coming with you, if you do not wishme to speak with you ? " Perhaps somethinglike it she would have said, for she certainlyfelt a little vexed with. Rose, but almost beforeshe could speak, the cross child was covered upin bed, and pretending to be asleep.And now I would have my young readerspause here, and ask themselves which of thesetwo sisters they consider as the most to be pitied-the most unhappy. Lillie, we have acknow-ledged already, had not acted wisely towardsher little sister; neither was it right towardsher grandmother and her father, that sheshould have suffered them to be deceived byRose; but she had endeavoured to do right, toobey the mother who had been taken away fromher, and to please the Heavenly Father, whohas commanded us to " love one another," andto "be kind and pitiful" one to another; and
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 87now she could kneel and pray to Him with thesame humble, yet peaceful and loving spiritwith which a child, who has tried to be goodand obedient, can come to its mother's arms.It was very hard to have her grandmother andfather believe her guilty of such a wicked actionas robbing the garden to plant the flowerson her own bed, but they still loved her, andhad forgiven her, and she would try to be sogood that they should forget all about it. Itwas harder still to have Rose, for whom shehad suffered, angry with her; but then, shesaid to herself, " Rose is always cross when sheis tired; to-morrow it will be quite different;"and so Lillie lay down to sleep, at peace withherself, with her friends, and with God.Rose had suffered no blame, no punishment,She had been indulged in all she desired, andher day had passed with even more than usualenjoyments. But deep in her heart was thememory of the wrong she had done to hergrandmother, and the yet worse wrong to her
38 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPEsister. Her conscience told her that she oughtto go to her father and say, " Lillie is innocent-I pulled the flowers;" but she resisted herconscience, so she had no peace in herself; shethought Lillie must be angry with her, thoughshe did not show it, and she knew that hergrandmother and her father would be very muchdispleased if they discovered the truth; there-fore she could not be said to be at peace withher friends, and still less could she be at peacewith the Holy God, while she refused to tellthe truth, and do justice to her sister.Few, we think, would not prefer to be Lillie,with her day of mortification and unjust dis-pleasure, rather than to be hose, with her en-joyments.
on, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 89CHAPTER III."PLAY as much as you will this week," saidMajor Stanhope to his little girls, at parting;"after that your governess will be here, andthen you must go to work."" What did papa mean by our governess,grandmamma? Who is our governess ?" askedRose, as soon as she could gain her grand-mamma's attention."She is a lady to whom your father haswritten, requesting her to come and teach youand your sister-do you not want to learn ?""I don't want a strange lady to teach me."And whenever the name of Miss Maitland,the expected teacher, was mentioned, Eoselooked sulky."Will you go with me in the carriage to
40 ROSE AND LILLIE STANIIOPEmeet Miss Maitland, children ?" asked Mrs.Gwynne, one morning at breakfast. " Shecame in the Stonington boat from New Yorklast night, and must be in Providence thismorning."" I don't want to meet her," said Rose, ina tone that was not very courteous, either toher grandmamma or Miss Maitland.Lillie hesitated; and Mrs. Gwynne said,"Will you go, Lillie ?"" Thank you, grandmamma, but I think I willstay with Rose," was the more civil reply."Well, do as you please; only keep out ofmischief while I am gone, my dears."The carriage drove off, and the childrenwere left to themselves, and to the care of anold housekeeper, to whom Mrs. Gwynne hadsaid, in passing, " Look a little after the children,Beckey; see that they do not hurt themselves,or get into any mischief."" Come, Lillie," cried Rose, as soon as theywere alone, "bring the pretty story you were
on, THE POWER OF CONSCIEHTCE. 41reading yesterday, and finish it for me; I amgoing to sit under the great tree, on the bank,and play with Neptune."Neptune was a large Newfoundland dog,black as a coal. He was a great pet with Mrs.Gwynne, and every day or two his long wavinghair was washed and combed, which kept it assmooth and sleek as a lady's. It was a greatdelight to Rose and Lillie, too, to sit upon thebank under the shade of a large elm tree, whosebranches overhung the water, and to throwchips, or leaves, or pieces of bark into the water,and see Neptune bound in, swim off, andbring them back in his mouth. It was a warmmorning, and Lillie thought it very pleasant tosit on the green bank, reading the " Swiss Fa-mily Robinson," with the breeze blowing freshlyfrom the bay, and the pleasant sound in herears of the water rippling just at her feet.Rose liked it, too, for a while, but then shegrew tired of being still, and she and Neptuneroamed off.
42 RosE A ND LILLIE STANHOPE;" Where are you going, Rose ?" called Lillieto her, as she saw her moving away." Read on-I will be back directly. Nep-tune and I want to have a little run."" But you will miss so much of the story-shall I put it down till you come back ?" Lillieasked the question with reluctance, for thefather and sons of the Robinson family werejust going on an exploring expedition, and shelonged to know what they found. The answerof Rose relieved her."No-read away-you can tell me all aboutit."Lillie read, and Rose and Neptune scam-pered about the garden walks. At first theymade a great deal of noise; then they seemedto grow tired of barking and calling, and be-came quiet. Lillie was just beginning to won-der what had become of them, when she heardthe voice of Rose, in a half frightened tonecalling, " Lillie Lillie! look here."Lillie looked in the direction of the voice,
OR, TIE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 4'3and sprang to her feet in alarm. Nearly oppo-site to her, in the stream, borne gently alongby the current, which was sweeping it everymoment farther from the shore, was a smallboat, in which sat Rose, trying to laugh, yetevidently becoming frightened, and Neptune,who looked now at his companion, and now atthe receding shore, and whined, as if he wereconscious of some hazard. A succession of criesfrom Lillie, brought all the servant women fromthe house to the bank in less than a minute;but there they stood in blank despair, exclaim-ing and scolding, but doing nothing. Fortun-ately, the boat had been carried into an eddy, bywhich its onward progress was stopped. As theforce of the eddy turned it around, however, andRose found herself with her back to the shore,and the prow of the boat setting directlyout towards the widest part of the bay, she be-came more alarmed, and screamed loudly toLillie to save her. Lillie could not bear it.It seemed but a little way from the shore to
44 LOSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;the boat-perhaps she could walk there andpull the boat in-at any rate she nmust get toRose, if it were possible. So, crying, " Hush,Rose! don't be frightened, I am coming toyou," she sprang from the bank, and was nearlyup to her waist in the water before the oldhousekeeper could seize her, and drag her bymain force, fighting, kicking, screaming, to theshore. At this critical moment, the fishermanapproached, whose boat, drawn to the water'sedge, and secured there only by looping arounda stump on shore the rope which was tied to aring in her prow, had attracted the restless anddaring Rose to her perilous adventure. In aninstant he saw the state of affairs, and saw,too, how the evil might be remedied, if hecould only make Rose understand him, and dowhat he directed."Look ye here, little Miss," he said toLillie, "if you want to help your sister you'dbetter stop kicking and scratching old Beckey,and holler to her not to be frightened, but
Oi, TITE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 45jist to listen to me, and do what I tellher."Lillie was quiet in a moment."Rose," she cried in a voice whose toneswith wonderful self-control she made as calmand as steady, as if her little heart were nottrembling with fear, " Rose, don't be frightened,just listen to this good man, and do what he tellsyou, and you will be here in a minute."The attention of Rose was arrested, her hopewas excited, and she turned her intelligent eyesupon the fisherman." Give your dog the end of the rope that isin the boat," he cried, " and tell him to bring ithere."Rose put the end of the rope into Neptune'smouth, and bade him go, pointing to the shore-the fisherman, whom Neptune knew well, threwoff his shoes, and wading a little way into thewater, called the dog in an encouraging tone,and the sagacious animal, bounding from theboat into the water, swam rapidly to him. The
46 ROSE A.'D LILLIE STANTOPE ;rope once in the man's hand, to draw the boaton shore and lift Rose from it, was but the workof a moment." Now, Miss, come right away and be lockedup till your grandma' comes; I ain't a goin' tobe skeared out of my life again," cried Beckey,seizing Rose by the arm as soon as she touchedthe ground.Quick as she was, however, Lillie was beforeher. Her arms were wrapped tightly aroundthe recovered Rose, to whom she held fast, asBeckey would have drawn her away, exclaiming,"You shall not lock my sister up; if you lockRose up, you shall lock me, too."" What is all this ? Beckey, what are youdoing to that child ? And Lillie, have youtumbled in the water ?"Lillie and Rose turned together, and therestood Mrs. Gwynne and Miss Maitland, whosecoming had been unnoticed in the confusion.It certainly was an unfortunate moment forLillie's introduction to her new teacher, and her
on, THE rOWER OF CONSCIENCE. 47eyes fell as she saw the inquiring look whichMiss Maitland cast upon her wet dress and herflushed and excited face. Beckey's talk did notprobably improve the impression her appear-ance was calculated to make. The adventure ofRose was lightly touched by her; but on theangry feelings that Lillie had exhibited she wasmore severe." I was jist a goin' to put the child whereshe wouldn't get into no mischief," she said," and Miss Lillie flew at me like a tiger, andabused me all to pieces."This was a greatly exaggerated account ofLillie's conduct, but she was too much abashed,now that her excitement was over, to defendherself. Mrs. Gwynne looked at her sorrow-fully, but she made no remark on Beckey's dis-closures, only bidding Lillie to go and put onsome dry clothes, while she drew Rose to herside and presented her to Miss Maitland. Lil-lie's heart swelled with something like resent-ment, as she turned away and went slowly
48 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;towards the house, sprinkling the garden-walksand the floors as she passed along to her room.with the water that streamed from her saturateddress." I am always blamed when Rose does wrong,and Rose does not care for it in the least,"she said to herself; yet when Rose after awhile came up to see if she were ready to comedown, Lillie forgot all these hard thoughts,or if she remembered them at all, it was toblame herself for having had them. Especiallydid they seem unjust to her when Rose said," I told grandmamma that you did not abuseBeckey at all, and it was wicked in her tosay so."" And what did grandmamma say?" askedLillie, kissing Rose with as much gratitude forthis proof of her affection as if she had vin-dicated her at the expense of some blame toherself." She said I must come and see if you weredressed, and tell you you must come down and
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 49see Miss Maitland; and, Lillie, I don't thinkshe is so very cross."" I dare say not, Rose-I never thought shewould be," said Lillie.She was now dressed, yet she lingered tillRose said, " Come, Lillie, or I will go withoutyou;" then she followed her down stairs, herheart beating, and her cheeks flushed withapprehension at the thought of the impressionthe first sight of her must have given to MissMaitland. Her apprehensions were all relievedwhen she entered the parlour, for Miss Maitlandcame forward to meet her so kindly, and spoketo her in such a pleasant voice, that Lillie'sheart was won at once.Miss Maitland was no longer young, and herface was grave, but very gentle, and both Roseand Lillie soon learned to think it beautiful;her voice, too, was, as I have said, very pleasant.The children soon felt quite at ease with her,and chatted with her as if she had been an oldfriend. Lillie had almost forgotten the morn-I!
50 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;ing's troubles when Miss Maitland said to her,"' How did you fall in the water this morning ?"Were you in the boat ?"Lillie coloured and hung her head as sheanswered softly, " No, ma'am."" Then how did you get so wet ?"" I went in the water to get to Rose; I wasafraid she would be carried off and drowned."" And the old woman-what is her name ?"" Beckey, ma'am."" Beckey did not want you to go; was thatthe cause of your quarrel with her ?""Yes, ma'am," whispered Lillie, colouring ayet deeper crimson, "and because she wanted",o lock up Rose.""Well, I am not sure that Beckey was notright in both. The water would probably havebeen over your head, and so you would havebeen drowned if she had let you go, and we canhardly wonder that she should have wanted tolock Rose up, to keep her from making any morevoyages till her grandmamma came back."
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 51Miss Maitland said this so good-naturedly,that instead of being offended, Rose laughed atthe thought of her voyages, and when she added,taking Lillie's hand in hers-" Do you not thinkshe was right ?" Lillie answered at once, " Yes,ma'am.""Then you would like to tell her so,would you not?" asked Miss Maitland verygently.Lillie hesitated; she could not say she wouldlike it-Beckey had been so cross, and had saidsuch unkind things of her; but then there wasanother thought, and Lillie said softly, " OughtI to tell her so, ma'am ?""I think you ought."Lillie had been taught to think a great dealof that word "ought"-so, drawing her handout of Miss Maitland's, she walked straight outof the room, and going to Beckey, who wassuperintending the arrangement of the dinnertable in the opposite parlour, she said, "Youwere right, Beckey, to take me out of the water
52 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE ;and to want to lock up Rose, and I am sorry Iwas so cross to you.""And so you've found it out, have you?Well, that's more sinsible than I thought ye 'dbe; and as to the crossness, why, may be I wasa bit cross myself-so that's no matter."Lillie came tripping back to her seat besideMiss Maitland with a bright, pleasant smileupon her face." You feel happy now," said Miss Maitland,meeting her smile with one as bright, andtaking her little hand again in hers. Lillieanswered only by a look of intense satisfaction.Rose looked at all this with wondering eyesbut Rose was not accustomed to wonder insilence." Miss Maitland," she said, "I don't knowwhat you and Lillie mean: how can it makeher happy to go and tell Beckey that she wasright, and that Lillie herself was wrong; Ithink that is a very strange kind of happi.ness."
on, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 53"Is it strange to you, my little Rose ? I amsorry, but you will become acquainted with itsoon, I hope."" But can't you tell me about it ?"" I do not know that I can. It is somethingthat we must feel for ourselves; it is not easyfor another to describe it."" Can you not tell me what it is like ?""It is most like what the angels in heavenfeel, I think."Rose felt awed by Miss Maitland's tone andmanner, her eyes fell, and she was silent forsome minutes; then she drew very close toMiss Maitland, and whispered softly, " Mymother is an angel in heaven, Lillie says."Miss Maitland answered only by drawingthe motherless child close to her bosom, andlaying her hand softly on her golden curls.Just then they were called to dinner, and afterdinner Miss Maitland lay down for awhile, byMrs. Gwynne's advice, to rest herself after herjourney ; but before the sun set, her pupils were
54 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;again hand in hand with her, leading her throughthe pretty grounds of Sunnyfield, as Mrs.Gwynne called her home.Rose was in high spirits, running hitherand thither, bringing Miss Maitland now aflower and now a bunch of currants or of cher-ries. At length Miss Maitland's hands werequite full, and she said, "No more-no morenow, Rose-stay with Lillie and me, and talkwith us a little; I have a question or two to askyou."Rose turned her smiling face towards hergoverness."You look very much pleased this evening,and as you wanted to understand what madeLillie happy this morning, so I want to knowwhat makes you happy. Will you tell me whatit is?"Rose looked puzzled, and after a moment'shesitation answered, "I don't know.""Think for a moment when you are happiest.""Oh! I believe it is when people give me
OR, TIE rOWER OF CO'SCIENCE. 55everything I want," said Rose, looking up againwith a smile."But did you ever get everything youwanted ?"Rose thought awhile, and then said, "Notevery thing, but I have had plenty of candiesand playthings on Christmas.""And is that your greatest happiness ? why,then a pig is just as happy as you ever were,when he gets all he wants to eat and drink,and plenty of mud to roll himself in."Rose did not exactly like to think of a pig'shappiness as the same with hers, and she added,"But I am happier when people love me, anlpet me, and call me their darling little Rose.""That is better-that gets beyond the pig; "and Miss Maitland laughed, and Rose and Lillielaughed too. " That I think comes up to Nep-tune; he is very happy when people love him,and pet him, and call him good Neptune."" Don't you like people to love you ? " askedRose.
66 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;" Oh yes and I like candies and playthingstoo; but these do not make me the happiestof all.""What does then? "Miss Maitland seated herself on one of therustic benches placed here and there about thegrounds. Lillie sat down beside her, and shedrew Rose upon her knee."As you have answered my questions sopleasantly, I must try to answer yours. Butfirst, tell me, did you ever hear a voice justhere"-and she touched the spot where Rose'sheart was beating-" saying, Rose, you oughtnot to do that,' or 'Rose, you ought to dothis?'""Yes, and I know what that voice isnamed. Papa told me it was named Con-science.""Papa told you very rightly, and now didyou ever do what Conscience told you not todo ? I think you must have done so, becausewe all have-have you not ? "
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 57Miss Maitland was silent, and looked verygently but very steadily at Rose till sheanswered "Yes.""And after you had done it, did you not feelvery unhappy ? "Miss Maitland waited till another slow " Yes"fell from the lips of Rose."Do you think all the candies or all thepetting in the world could have made you quitehappy at such times ? "Again the answer came slowly and half re-luctantly from Rosa. She was thinking of theday when the menagerie and all her father'skindness did not make her happy, and she said" No."" Now, then, I think you can understand thatit is just the opposite with those who alwayslisten to that voice and try to obey it. Obedienceto it makes them very happy, happier than any-thing else in the world-and what is strange,the more difficult the obedience is, the more youhave to resist your own inclinations in doing
58 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE :what is commanded, the more happy you arewhen once it is done; and though it may insome way bring trouble and suffering upon you,all the trouble and all the suffering cannot takeaway this great happiness. This is what theBible calls 'peace of conscience.' "Miss Maitland sat quite still for some time,with her arm around Rose, and one of Lillie'shands clasped in hers. The children did notmove. Rose had hardly ever been quiet solong, but there was an expression in the counte-nance of Miss Maitland which made her fear todisturb her. Miss Maitland was a Christianwoman, and it is probable that when she hadthat solemn, earnest look, she was lifting herthoughts up to heaven, in prayer to God, thathe would teach these dear children by his ownSpirit.Soon she began to talk to them again. Shemade them notice all the beautiful things aroundthem, many of which had never before attractedtheir attention, such as the various shades of
on, THE PCWER OF CONSCIENCE. 59green in the foliage, and the delicate hues of theflowers; the exquisite perfumes that the breezebore to them from clumps of evening primrosesand beds of English violets; the crimson glowthat lingered in the western sky long after thesun had set; the new moon that floated in theair like a tiny boat of gold, and the eveningstar that seemed to light it on its way. Theywere delighted with her conversation, and whenthey went to their room that night, Rose said," Lillie, I think she is beautiful," and Lilliewas sure that, whether beautiful or not, sheloved her dearly.
60 EOSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE)CHAPTER IV.PERIHAr Rose did not think Miss Maitlandquite so beautiful the next day, when she cameto recite her lessons to her, and found that hergoverness could be quite as firm as she wasgentle and pleasant. Miss Maitland knew thatRose was not accustomed to study, and gaveher therefore very short lessons; but these les-sons she insisted should be thoroughly learned.From ten to twelve in the morning, and fromthree to five in the afternoon, were the hoursallotted to study. Mrs. Gwynne had proposedthat when the afternoon lessons were over, thechildren and Miss Maitland should drive withher to see an old gentleman who had a verybeautiful place in the neighbourhood. Mr.James was an eccentric old gentleman who lived
OB, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 61alone, and, as if to make amends for the wantof human companionship, had collected aroundhim a great many pets. He had a fountain inhis grounds, and around it a large marble basinfilled with gold-fish. He had also an aviary ofbirds and a tame deer, some pretty little whiterabbits, and a beautiful tabby cat. You willeasily believe that both Lillie and Rose lookedforward with delight to seeing all these prettycreatures. They talked of little else out ofschool, and Rose even began to say somethingabout them in school, but Miss Maitland stoppedher, saying, "Come, Rose, lessons now and playby-and-by; and remember you cannot go withus unless your lessons have been learned andrecited perfectly."This thought quieted Rose for a while, butsoon she grew tired, and began to draw pictureson her slate; and when this was taken awayfrom her, to gaze out of the window, or lend anattentive ear to the movements of the servantsas they passed along the gravel walk on their
62 ROSE AND TILAIE STANHOPE;different errands. It was not very surprisingthat when called on Rose knew little if any-thing of her lessons ; yet when the clock strucktwelve, she threw down her book and startedup, clapping her hands and exclaiming, " Oh!I 'm so glad; now we can go, can't we, MissMaitland ?"" Lillie can go, Rose, for she has finished hertasks ; and I can go, for I have done mine as faras you would permit me; but you must stay tillyou have learned your lessons."The first emotion experienced by Rose wasunmingled astonishment. She stood just whereshe had sprung in her gladness, gazing on MissMaitland as if to detect some sign that this wasbut a jest, till she saw her put aside the booksand papers before her, and rise to leave theroom; then tears gathered in her eyes, and asMiss Maitland said, "I shall lock the door,Rose, to prevent any one's coming in to disturbyou; when you are quite sure you know yourlessons, ring the bell on my table, and I will
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 63come back to hear you recite them-come,Lillie," she wept passionately.In an instant Lillie was at her side, andthrowing her arms around her, looked pleadinglyup to Miss Maitland, saying, "Do, Miss Mait-land, let me stay; I can help Rose learn thelesson."Miss Maitland hesitated; she did not thinkthe indulgence wise for Rose, but unable to re-sist the generous pleading of Lillie, she atlength consented.One hour's study was enough for all whichRose had before found it impossible to learn intwo. The little bell was rung, and, without amoment's delay, Miss Maitland appeared. AsRose went through her recitations, Lillie stoodnear in breathless anxiety, her lips moving inanswer to every question, as if she hoped bythese voiceless words to communicate to Rosethe information she needed, while her face flushedwith apprehensive feeling at every momentaryhesitation in her sister.
6A ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;"Very well, Rose," said Miss Maitland, asthe last lesson was completed. " Now you canenjoy your rest without having that voice wetalked of the other evening whispering uncom-fortable things to you."Rose returned Miss Maitland's smile-hertears were already forgotten-and flew off tothe shady piazza where Neptune welcomed herwith a succession of quick, joyous barks, thatsaid as plainly as barks could do, " I am so gladyou have come back-I did not know what inthe world to do without you."The experience of the morning was not lostupon Rose. In the afternoon she gave herselfto her lessons till they were learned, and recitedthem before Lillie, whose memory was not scquick in its action as that of Rose, had morethan half accomplished her tasks. As Rosefinished, she exclaimed, "Now I have done all,I may go, may I not, Miss Maitland ?"" Certainly, if you wish it; but you would liketo stay with Lillie, would you not ?"
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 65Rose looked disappointed, hung her head, andat last said, " Lillie does not want me-do you,Lillie ?""Not if you want to go, Rose," said Lilliepleasantly ; yet Miss Maitland heard a littlesigh from her, as if she could not help beinga little sorry that Rose should want to leaveher." May I go, Miss Maitland ? " questionedRose." Yes, Rose, if the voice will let you."Rose did not hear or did not heed the lastwords, and scampered away. Lillie lookedlongingly after her, but soon Miss Maitlanddrew her attention back to her lesson by aquestion or two, and then by a few pleasantwords of explanation smoothed away her difficul-ties, so that in half an hour she was able to fol-low Rose."Are you just done your lessons, Lillie "asked her grandmamma, as she saw her cross-ing th hall. " Rose is nearly dressed for ourFr
66 ROSI AND LILLIE STANHOPE;drive; you must make haste, or you will keepus waiting." Lillie did make haste, and ap-peared on the piazza quite ready as the carriagedrew up at the door.The drive was delightful. The road woundthrough a beautiful wood, skirting the bay, ofwhich bright glimpses were every now and thento be seen. The house of Mr. James stood onthe side of a hill. The piazza in front was tenor twelve feet high, and you went up to it by asmany steps, while in the rear you steppeddirectly from the parlour windows to the beauti-ful green sward. Mr. James had no flower-garden. He loved roses, and there was a greatabundance of these about his place. He hadopened walks through the beautiful woods thatsurrounded his house, and you were often sur-prised to find a climbing rose trailing its blos-soms over the branches of an elm; and in somemore open spot, sheltered, however, by tall treesfrom the cutting north winds, to find a perfectrose-garden. Still even roses were not half so
OR, THE POWER OF CONSOIT.;CE. 67much an object with him as his beautiful trees,and these were scarcely so much valued as thepetted animals which were to him friends andcompanions. His beautiful cat was perched onhis shoulder, and the tame deer stalked majes-tically after him as he came out to welcome hisvisitors. The fountain, with its goldfish dart-ing about like gleams of sunlight in its marblebasin, was directly in front of the house, thewhite rabbits were chasing each other over thelawn, and from the boughs of an orange treeplaced in the aviary, canary birds were singinggaily. Rose and Lillie were enchanted. Mr..James seemed to enjoy their delight, and wentvery kindly with them from place to place,showing them all that he thought could inter-est them. He was a little old gentleman,dressed with great neatness, wearing moroccopumps, and silk stockings, and ruffles of thefinest linen cambric on the bosom and wrist-bands of his shirt. His countenance was veryfriendly and good-natured, yet there was a
G8 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;quickness in his eye which made Miss Maitlandthink it would not be difficult to make hunangry.The little rabbits, usually so shy, were verytame. Mr. James had been accustomed tofeed them from his own hand, and had neverallowed any one to chase them or worry them,.so they had no fear, and played around the feetof Rose and Lillie as if they had been kittens.Rose thought it would be the pleasantest thingin the world to catch one of them and carry itabout in her arms, as she had been accustomedto do with her kitten; so, darting away fromthe side of Lillie and Mr. James, she tried toseize one that was playing in the road beforeher; but the rabbit was not accustomed to beheld, and apparently did not like the prospect,for it raced away, and Rose raced after it. Mr.James liked this as little as the rabbit. Lillieheard him say, in a hurried, impatient manner," That mustn't be-that mustn't be! "-and shehastened after Rose, and catching her by the
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 6Ghand held her still till the rabbit had escapedinto the shrubbery." She did not know it was wrong, sir," saidLillie to Mr. James as he hurried towards themwith an angry face. " You won't run after themagain, will you, Rose P ""I did not mean to hurt the rabbit,Lillie; I only wanted to hold it and playwith it," said Rose, hesitating to make apromise which there was so much temptationto break." And suppose I were to hold you and playwith you," cried Mr. James, seizing her as hespoke by her arm, and tossing her about, prettymuch as Rose might have tossed the rabbit,showing a strength that was quite wonderful inso old a gentleman-" Oh, you don't like it ?" hecried, as Rose struggled and called out in afrightened tone, "Lillie! Lillie! "-then, put-ting her down, he added, "Well, remember, therabbits do not like it either; but now there's asquirrel," he exclaimed, as one appeared at the
70 .OSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;foot of a tree. " Run, run, and if you catch it,you may have it.""He laughed heartily, and Rose thinking ithad all been a joke, laughed too, as she sprangaway after the squirrel, which, bounding andleaping, led her a merry chase for about a hun-dred yards, and then, springing up a tree, ranout to the end of a branch, and stood there,peering down at her through its merry eyes andshaking its tail in triumph. Lillie was verymuch relieved when Rose escaped from therough play of Mr. James. To tell the truth,she was not quite sure that it was play, and shewalked along with him, feeling not by anymeans so much at ease as she had been a fewminutes before. He soon made her ashamed,however, of her want of confidence. Lookingat her as kindly and gently as if he hadnever Lben angry, he said, " You are a goodchild-would you like a kitten to take homewith you?""Oh yes, sir; I should be delighted to
O.I, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 71have one!" answered Lillie, with voice and eyesfull of gladness at the thought." And you will not let your sister tease itto death?"" Oh no, sir: Rose would not tease it; shewould love it dearly."" 1Well-well-may be so, but you must takecare of it; I give it to you."" Oh! thank you, sir-thank you-I shallbe so obliged to you; but I must run and tellRose."" And bring her back with you. I must goand have a warm bed made up in a little basketfor kitty, that she may not take cold as you arecarrying her home."Lillie was enchanted. She loved pets, andhad seldom had one, Rose having generallyclaimed everything of that kind which theyreceived. To this, however, she could make nosuch claim, for Mr. James repeated to her andagain to Mrs. Gwynne when they returned tothe house, that the kitten was Lillie's, and that
72 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;he had given it to her because she was such agood girl, and would not let his rabbits betroubled. Rose looked a little vexed at this,but she was quite mollified when she got in thecarriage, and Lillie let her hold the basket inwhich kitty lay coiled up in her warm bed ofsoft cotton, fast asleep. On the whole, thevisit to Mr. James haa been very pleasant toboth the sisters, and they were almost equallypleased when he said to them, at parting, " Youmust bring your father over to see me when hecomes."It was an invitation which Rose and Lilliewere not likely to forget, and which they weresure to accept as soon as Major Stanhope'sreturn gave them an opportunity.
OR, THE POWE OF CONSCIENCE. 73CHAPTER V.Miss MAITLAND, we have said, was a Christianwoman, and it followed, of course, that she wasvery anxious to impress all good thoughts andfeelings upon the minds of those she taught.This she thought even more important thanany human knowledge. Human knowledge-such as we obtain from schools and books ofscience-is chiefly valuable as it enlarges themind and enables us better to understand thosegreat truths respecting our own souls and ourgreat Creator, which are taught us in the HolyBible, and in which we find our best happinessin this world and our only hope of a better.Feeling thus, Miss Maitland foundmany oppor-tunities to bring before the minds of Lillie andRose the power and goodness of God our
74 ROSB AND LILLIE STANHOPE;Father, the love of our blessed Saviour, and tolead them to those ways of wisdom which sheknew to be ways of pleasantness and peace.On Sunday afternoons, when they had returnedfrom the church which they attended in Provi-dence, she was accustomed to sit in the piazza,where Rose and Lillie would bring their littlechairs, and seating themselves beside her wouldbeg for what they called a Sunday story. Some-times she would read them one of the interestingtales published by the Sunday School Union,and sometimes she would invent somethingwhich should be at once amusing and in-structive. These inventions of Miss Maitlandwere generally allegories-that is, they con-veyed some great truth under the appearanceof fiction. We will give you one of them,which she called "The Happy Garden," thatyou may better understand what we mean.THE HAPPY GARDEN.There was once a great king who built a
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 75palace in the midst of a beautiful garden in thecountry for his children. Here, everything wasprovided for their comfort and pleasure, and solong as they kept within certain limits theycould fall into no danger. But the king hadmany enemies, who knowing how much it wouldgrieve him that any evil should happen to oneof his children, constantly surrounded thegarden, and held out temptations to the childrento stray beyond it. If these temptations.were successful, they offered others still morealluring, and led the poor child on still fartherand farther, till they brought it to a wildernessfull of dark caves, and left it there, to be de-voured by the howling beasts of prey, of whichthe wilderness was full. Even there, however, ifthe child remembered the love of her royal father,and grieved for having disobeyed him, he wouldhear her cry for help, and send a messengerwho should deliver her from all dangers, andlead bhe in safety through the wilderness, notto hei tMim r home, but to one far more beau-
76 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;tiful, from which no temptation could ever makeher desire to stray, and to which no enemy ofthe king could come, for there he dwelt himself,and such was the glory that surrounded him,and so wonderful was the majesty of hispresence, that no enemy dared to approachhim.Once, this great king sent three of hisdaughters to his country palace, under the careof the same person. This was an excellentwoman, who, during their infancy, took all thecare of them that the tenderest mother couldhave done. When they were able'to walkabout the garden, she called them to her andsaid, " Now, my dear children, my master has'sent for me; he has other work for me, and Imust leave you. Before I go, I have some lastdirections to give you. You will now walk alonethrough the garden, with no one to lead you bythe hand as I have done: be careful that youdo not wander from the right paths, or sufferyourselves to be tempted by the enemies of
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 77your royal father beyond the palace grounds.Although, after I am gone, you will, as I havetold you, have no one to lead you about, yourfather will not leave you altogether withoutguidance. He has appointed for each of you aninvisible attendant who will be always besideyou. These attendants have received all thoseinstructions which from time to time I havegiven you, and they have also the written ruleswhich your father has prescribed for the govern-ment of his children. Each of them is furnishedwith a golden spear. While you walk in theright paths, they will hover around you to sup-port you when you are weary, to fan you withtheir wings when you are faint, and to cheeryou when you are sad, by breathing in yourears the sweet music of your father's home.They will shed light upon your path when thenight is approaching, and all around you isgrowing dark; and while you are at peace withthem, your slumbers will be quiet and refreshing.Should you at any time be tempted to step
78 ROSE AND LILLIE "STA HOI'E;aside from the paths in which your father hascommanded you to walk, a slight touch fromthe golden spear of your attendant will gentlyadmonish you of your danger, and if you per-severe, a severer thrust will be given. If, afterrepeated admonitions of this kind you refuse toreturn, the fine point of the golden spear willbecome blunted by use, and if your attendantsdo not desert you altogether, they will onlyfollow you to throw dark shadows on your path,and to oppress your hearts by sounds of lamen-tation and woe."These little girls had very different disposi-tions, which were indicated by their names.One was very retiring and shy; she was calledSnowdrop. A second, somewhat less shy, cheer-ful, good-humoured, and affectionate, was namedPrimrose. Tulip was the third. She was fear-less and frolicsome.After they had tenderly kissed the kindguardian of their infant years, and parted fromher with many tears, they entered the garden
0R, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 79in which they had never before walked withouther guidance. There, at first, all was joyousand exhilarating. The sky was bright, theflowers sent forth the most delicious fragrance,the birds sang among the branches; and whenthese were silent, they were cheered by yetsweeter music from their invisible attendants,the fanning of whose wings kept a cool breezeever playing around them. For several hours,the sisters sported through the garden walks,receiving scarcely a touch from the goldenspears of their attendants, for they were sosensitive that the slightest prick caused theminstantly to draw back from the new directionthey were about to take, into the old and per-mitted paths. But Tulip grew very weary ofthese, and said it was very stupid to be travel-ling for ever and for ever over the same ground,however delightful that ground might be. Hereyes wandered hither and thither in search ofsomething new. The enemies of her royalfather, who were ever on the watch, soon
80 IOSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;began to perceive her state of mind, and alltheir charms were used to tempt her beyondthe limits of her father's grounds."See," she cried to her sisters, "see whatbeautiful flowers are blooming in yonder walk,and what brilliant birds are hovering over them.There is nothing like them here; our flowerslook pale and faded beside them. I am surethere can be no harm in our going that littledistance and gathering but a few of them. Wecan return directly.""Stay, stay, dear Tulip, I cannot go withyou; for if I even look in that direction Ifeel the touch of the golden spear," said Snow-drop."I am sorry for you," said Tulip. "Myattendant is much more accommodating. Ihave not felt the least prick from him for along time, and as long as he does not admonishme that I am wrong, I will certainly follow myinclinations."Tuiip prepared to go, but Snowdrop caugb*
on, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 81her hand, entreating that she would not leaveher."May it not be, dear Tulip," she asked," that the golden spear of your attendant hasbeen blunted by frequent use ? "This was the case, in truth; for Tulip hadrequired many a hard thrust to keep her solong within the limits that were safe for her.But people do not like to be told such things,even when they deserve them; so Tulip an-swered angrily, and, breaking rudely away fromher sister's restraining hand, was soon far on herway to the coveted flowers. The imploring cryof Primrose, " Oh, Tulip, Tulip! do not leaveus!" delayed her for a moment, and sheturned to say, "I cannot come back to you,Primrose, but you can come to me; surelyyou cannot hesitate to take these few steps formy sake, unless, indeed, you, like Snowdrop,think I am too wicked for you to associate withme.""Oh, Tulip! you mistake," cried Primrose,G
82 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;" our good, gentle Snowdrop never meant that;we will come to you, and so prove that you weremistaken. Come, Snowdrop! " and the affec-tionate Primrose, as she turned her steps to-wards Tulip, held out her hand to Snowdrop.But Snowdrop would not go." I cannot, dear Primrose," she said, " Icannot go there, and I hope you will notgo.")"But shall we leave poor Tulip by herself?Surely that will not be right.""It is better than that we should go withher when she is walking in forbidden paths."We will send a message to our father entreat-inL him to send after Tulip and deliver herfrom the enemies into whose hands she is aboutto fall.""Oh, Snowdrop! I cannot wait for that,"cried Primrose; " you may stay here and sendyour messages, but I must go myself and tryto bring our dear Tulip back. For such acause I must bear even the sharp piercing of
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 83the golden spear, if indeed my attehdant doesnot cease to oppose me, when he knows myobject."Primrose was gone from Snowdrop's side"before her sentence was concluded. Snowdropreturned alone to the garden paths, throughwhich she had walked with her sisters. Every-thing around her was as beautiful as ever, yetthere was sadness in her heart as she thought ofPrimrose and Tulip, and she sent many mes-sages to her royal father, entreating him tobring them back from the dangerous ways inwhich they were wandering. She could not,however, be unhappy long, for her attendantregaled her with the sweetest music, in whichhe sang the love and the glories of her father,until in the thought of these all other thingswere almost forgotten."When Primrose had overtaken her sister,Tulip promised that if she would only go withher to the flowers which were just before them,and allow her to gather a few of them, she
84 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;would then return with her; but when this wasdone there was still another and another beau-tiful object, leading her on farther and fartherfrom her father's grounds. Whenever theyreached these objects of pursuit, and Tulippaused to seize them, Primrose felt the spearof her attendant admonishing her to return,and she would heed it so far as to urge her sis-ter to fulfil her promise and go back with her;but when Tulip pointed to some other attractionwhich she must first secure, Primrose was easilypersuaded to abandon her intention and go for-ward with her, assuring her attendant alwaysthat her return was only delayed for a littlewhile. By these assurances, she probably hopedto induce him to abandon all opposition to herprogress, and she doubtless did render histhrusts somewhat less severe.At first, the objects they saw seemed to Tulipand Primrose more brilliant and gorgeous byfar than any thing which the garden had pre-sented, but they soon found that what was most
OR, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. 85beautiful at a distance grew coarse and ugly asthey approached-that what they grasped mosteagerly was often covered with thorns that pene-trated their hands, inflicting the keenest suffer-ing, and that when they looked back on thecourse they had passed all seemed dry and bar-ren. At length this appearance extended onevery side. There was nothing attractive,nothing pleasing, before, behind, around them.They went on because they could not go back,not because they hoped to gain any thing bythe advance. Every moment their way becamedarker and drearier, and soon the distant howl-ings of wild beasts struck on their ears andterrified their hearts. They would have fledbut on every side there were sounds of dread,and they knew not whither to go. To increasetheir distress, instead of the music which hadcharmed them in the garden, they were nowfollowed by sounds of lamentation and woe.These sounds produced a very different effecton the minds of the two sisters. To Tulip they
86 OSE AID LILLIE STANTHOPE;only recalled the objects which had tempted herfrom the happy garden, and while they embit-tered her distress for their loss, they enkindledthe most ardent desire for their recovery, andcaused her to run hither and thither in search ofthem. To Primrose, on the contrary, theybrought back the memory of the happy garden,of her beloved Snowdrop, of her departed nurse,and of the royal father to whom she had owedall these blessings. She felt now with the bit-terest regret the value of all she had lost. Shecontrasted the dark sky above her, the ruggedrocks around, the barren earth, with the bright-ness and the beauty of the garden; the frightfulhowlings and the sounds of sorrow, with themusic that had cheered her there. Above all,she mourned over her ingratitude to her father."Vile creature that I am," she cried, "if Ishould even be devoured by wild beasts, it willbe but a just return for leaving the home myfather had made so lovely for me, and forseeking my pleasures among his enemies. Oh!
OR, THE POWEr OF CONSCIENCE. 87thit I had heeded the touch of the golden spearwhile it might have kept me in the right way;now, though it pierce my heart with anguish atevery wrong step, it cannot teach me how toreturn to the garden. Oh! that my fatherwould hear my cry for help: he only canhelp me. Oh! that I could but once seehis face, that I might fall at his feet, acknow-ledge my ingratitude, and die there, if die Imust."Tears streamed from the eyes of Primrose;her heart was filled with greater love to herfather, and greater sorrow over her offencesagainst him, than she could express. Suddenlya great light shone around her, and in the midstof it stood one whom she knew for her elderbrother. His countenance was at once graciousand majestic, and at the very first glance sheboth feared and loved him. He had receivedmany grievous wounds in fighting with herfather's enemies, and hers, for her deliverance.He called to her to follow him, and with
88 ROSE AND LILLIE STANHOPE;trembling joy Primrose turned and followed.The road over which he led her was not like thesmooth and flowery paths of the Happy Garden; it was often rough and thorny, but thelight was ever around her, and she sometimescaught glimpses of the golden towers of herfather's palace-so she knew she was travel-ling to him, and that thought made her veryhappy.Miss Maitland ceased speaking, and Rose im-mediately exclaimed, " Butwhat became of Tulip,Miss Maitland ?"" I cannot tell, Rose; when Primrose lastsaw her she was entering a dark ravine-whither it led, or what befell her there, Icannot say."Rose looked very thoughtful for some seconds,and then asked, "Do you think the wild beastsdevoured her ?""I do not know," said Miss Maitland, "butI think she had great reason to fear the roaring
on, THE POWER OF CONSCIENCE. s8lion that goeth about seeking whom he maydevour.""Miss Maitland," inquired Lillie, " wasthe attendant with the golden spear Con-science ?"" Yes, Lillie, have you never felt the touch ofthe golden spear ?"" Yes, ma'am; but how could Snowdrop sendmessages to her father? "" Do you never send requests to your Fatherin heaven, Lillie ?"Lillie dropped her head, and again said softly,"Yes, ma'am."" Do you remember anything in the Bibleagainst those that do not listen to the voicewithin them and heed the touch of the goldenspear, Rose ?" asked Miss Maitland.Rose coloured and shook her head, and afterwaiting a moment Miss Maitland repeated veryzolemnly, " He that being oft reproved harden-eth his neck, shall suddenly be cut off, and thatwithout remedy."
90 ROSE AND LILLIE STANIIOPE;The story, and this comment upon it, madea great impression upon Rose. She felt afraidwhen she remembered how often she had re-fused to do what her conscience had urged herto do, and she resolved that it should never beso again-that she would always be obedientto the very slightest direction of conscience.Yet there was one thing that conscience waseven now urging on Rose, which she could notmake up her mind to do. Cannot you imaginewhat this was ? I think so; I think you willall remember that Rose still suffered her sisterto be blamed for what she had done; that Mrs.Gwynne and Major Stanhope still supposed thatLillie had stripped the garden of all its beau-tiful flowers to put into her own bed. If Rosehad been as determined to be guided by thegolden spear as she thought herself, do you notthink she would have told the truth now in thismatter