{"id":113,"date":"2020-03-09T21:47:28","date_gmt":"2020-03-09T21:47:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/?page_id=113"},"modified":"2021-07-12T19:51:19","modified_gmt":"2021-07-12T19:51:19","slug":"22-the-spoiled-child-310","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/the-spoiled-child\/22-the-spoiled-child-310\/","title":{"rendered":"Pg. 310"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"604\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/spoiledchild_page24_thumb-604x1024.jpg\" alt=\"The Spoiled Child Page 24\" class=\"wp-image-114\" srcset=\"https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/spoiledchild_page24_thumb-604x1024.jpg 604w, https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/spoiledchild_page24_thumb-177x300.jpg 177w, https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/spoiledchild_page24_thumb-768x1303.jpg 768w, https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/spoiledchild_page24_thumb-905x1536.jpg 905w, https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/spoiledchild_page24_thumb-1207x2048.jpg 1207w, https:\/\/1853archive.com\/wp_annotation\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/spoiledchild_page24_thumb-scaled.jpg 1509w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 604px) 100vw, 604px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>22 THE SPOILED CHILD. [310<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the\nelder on the other; his meek and humble wife, with her three pretty little\nchildren, casting anxious and sorrowful looks at their father, placed\nthemselves over against us. A deep and painful silence prevailed for some\nminutes. Every thing about the chamber, and about the house, on which the eye\ncould rest, exhibited tokens of desolation and wretchedness. This was the\ninheritance of a SPOILED CHILD\u2014the house of a drunkard and infidel!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWill\nyou, Sir, bring me your father\u2019s Bible?\u201d A smile, not of pleasure, but that of\nthe scorner, played over his face; nevertheless, he rose and brought it out,\ncovered with dust and cobwebs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This\nled me to notice the very different use which the good old man, his father,\nmade of that book, and the use which all good men would make of it. He smiled\ncontemptuously, but said nothing, for his wife cast a beseeching look on him,\ntempered with her winning sweetness, rendered more touching by her unaffected\nsorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It\nwas a long visit we paid him; and we endeavored, by the help of divine grace,\nto improve our time. We set before him, after reading the nineteenth psalm, a\nbrief outline of the authenticity and divinity of the Holy Scriptures; and\nbegged respectfully his attention to it. \u201cAh! Sir, this points out to you the\ngood old way in which your fathers walked, and found rest and happiness: I\nappeal to your own experience if you have ever tasted one drop of happiness or\npeace in your wanderings from these ways.\u201d He turned away from the discussion\nwith a sally of ridicule; yet in that sarcastic laugh a child might have seen\nthat he felt miserable in his soul. His wit had pierced his own conscience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We\nturned to another subject\u2014the nature and the worth of the immortal soul. \u201cO let\nthe son of your father re- member the words of Him whose lips never spoke\nfalsehood, even Him whose lips, as the Lord God of Hosts liveth, will ere long\njudge you at his tribunal! O hear his words, \u201cWhat is a man profited, though he\nshould gain the whole world, and lose his Own soul? or what shall a man give in\nexchange for his Soul?\u201d O what will you feel\u2014what will you say\u2014what will you\ndo, when you are m the last awful conflict\u2014in the act of leaving this\nworld!\u2014and soon<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>22 THE SPOILED CHILD. [310 the elder on the other; his meek and humble wife, with her three pretty little children, casting anxious and sorrowful looks at their father, placed themselves over against us. A deep and painful silence prevailed for some minutes. 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