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and, while Hector endeavoured to justify himself, by exclaiming—“He eat my cake !—how dare he eat my favourite cake?”_his papa carried him forcibly out of the room, and locking him up in a closet, put the key into his pocket, determined, when the violence of the child's temper was abated, to shew him how wickedly he bad acted; and, in the meantime, to deliberate upon the best means of punishing his offence, and checking so selfish a disposition, which, of all others, causes us to be most hated by our fellow-creatures, and leaves us in the evening of life without friends. When Nurse heard of her darling's disgrace, instead of leaving him, as she ought to have done, to his papa's management, she went to the window of the closet, told him not to cry, gave him a piece of cake, and said there was great comfort for him in knowing that the little dog, which had caused him all this trouble, was so much hurt that it was obliged to have the doctor. Now, can you imagine anything worse than her conduct, or more likely to confirm a selfish and self-willed child in what was wrong? and yet, I am happy to say, that the idea of the dog suffering so much, made the little boy cry. When his papa, in a couple of hours, taking him into his dressingroom, told him of the sinfulness of indulging in such violence and selfishness, and of its results, Hector listened at first sullenly, but, by degrees, when he understood what his papa meant, and when his mind, which was naturally clear,-while his disposition (when not under the influence of temper) was kind,—was brought to see and feel, he threw his arms round his neck, and exclaimed—“Papa, Papa, no one ever told me this before.”
These simple and natural words touched his father's heart, for he felt that they were true. While Hector's body had been pampered, while he had been nursed in every species of self-indulgence, his mind had been weakened by the want of the wholesomest of all exercises-self-restraint; and at an age when boys ought to be able to practice forbearance, and enjoy the luxury of sharing what they have with those around them, the poor little fellow had only taken his first lesson in this most endearing of all qualities.
“May I kiss and make friends with the dog, papa,” he said, “and buy it a gold collar ?".
“My dear,” answered his papa, “ the dog is of so generous a nature that he will readily forgive you. I am sure he would even lick the hand that dealt him so bitter a blow; but the collar of gold would be a poor recompense for the bruises he has received. Kindness and forbearance, Hector, are of more real value than gold, as you will find when you are as old as your father.”
Mr. Howard spoke seriously to his wife of the growing faults in Hector's character, which he attributed to the evil management of the nurse. Mrs. Howard, ill and weak as she continued to be, summoned the woman, who pleaded her love for “ the beautiful, dear young gentleman ” in extenuation of her indulgence, and promised to do her best to “go against him," if she could. Mr. Howard saw that she was too weakminded and indulgent to understand her duty, and resolved to do something at once, but was unfortunately called away from home before anything was accomplished. .
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