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'Withhold not correction from the child; for if thou beatest him with
the rod he shall not die. Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt
deliver his soul from hell.'

"I must if possible deliver you from going to that awful place, and also
from the dreadful calamities indulgence of a furious temper sometimes
brings even in this life; even a woman has been known to commit murder
while under the influence of unbridled rage; and I have known of one who
lamed her own child for life in a fit of passion.

"Sometimes people become deranged simply from the indulgence of their
tempers. Do you think I should be a good and kind father if I allowed
you to go on in a path that leads to such dreadful ends here and
hereafter?"

"No, sir," she said in an awed tone; "and I will try to control my
temper."

"I am glad to hear that resolve," he replied. "The Bible tells us, 'He
that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his
spirit than he that taketh a city.'"

They were silent for a little while, then hanging her head and blushing,
"Papa," she asked, "what did you do with those notes you made me write?"

"Sent them to those to whom they were addressed. And they were very
kind, Lulu; much kinder than you deserved they should be; both your
Grandma Elsie and your Uncle Edward expressed regret that you had been
made to apologize, and spoke of you in affectionate terms."

"I'm glad,'" she said with a sigh of relief; "and I don't mean ever to
be at all impertinent to them again."

"I trust you will not indeed," he said.

"Papa, I think this is about where I was the other evening when I first
noticed that the storm was coming."

"A long way from home for a child of your age; especially alone and at
night. You must not indulge your propensity for wandering to a distance
from home by yourself. You are too young to understand the danger of it;
too young to be a guide to yourself, and must therefore be content to be
guided by older and wiser people.

"You said, a while ago, 'I just can't be good;' did you mean to assert
that you could not help being disobedient to me that evening?"

She hung her head and colored deeply. "It was so pleasant to walk along
looking at the beautiful, changing sea, papa," she said, "that I
couldn't bear to stop, and wouldn't let myself think how far I was
going."

"Ah, just as I suspected; your could not was really would not; the
difficulty all in your will. You must learn t