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I suspect a night's rest will be the most certain means of making you feel happy again, my love, said Mrs Herbert;
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I should like very much to talk to you to-night, replied Amy, almost sobbing;
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I am very unhappy, but I cannot tell why.
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At any rate, continued her mother,
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But I would rather say it now, answered Amy,
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Because you wish they were your own; is that the reason?
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I long for them very much, replied Amy;
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Yes, my dear child, so you have; but knowing that you have told me before, will not ease your mind now.
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Only that I don't like repeating it all over again, said Amy;
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It takes a very long time to make any one good, answered her mother,
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I don't want it all for myself,
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But even for others, replied Mrs Herbert;
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Oh mamma! indeed I am sure that God is wiser than any one; but I cannot help wishing.
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Do you remember, Amy, the promise you have so often repeated to me; I mean the promise made for you at your baptism; that you would renounce 'the pomps and vanities of this wicked world?'
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But, mamma, I do not want any pomp; I should not care to be a queen; and it would make me miserable to have anything to do with what was wicked.
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My dear, said Mrs Herbert,
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Then why does my uncle live at such a large place, and have so many servants and carriages, if he has promised to renounce them? asked Amy.
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Is it wicked?
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No, answered Mrs Herbert,
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But why was the promise made for them, if they never can keep it?
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Because, replied her mother,
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Oh mamma! no one can feel so.
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Look, Amy, said Mrs Herbert, taking up the Bible which she had been reading during her child's absence;
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It is quite necessary, my dear child, she said,
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Mamma, said Amy, in a low voice,
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I am sure you will, my love, replied her mother;
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If I could but see it for one moment, said Amy,
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I should never wish again.
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Yes, answered her mother,
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Oh yes, replied Amy,
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And if I read to you in God's Word, the description of the beautiful home in which, our Saviour tells us, we shall one day live, will you not believe Him? But Amy did not answer, for her heart was full.
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I will not talk any more to you now, my dear child, continued Mrs Herbert: