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erhaps, at this time, they were joined by Mr. Simcox, the old writing-master. Alice went in to prepare her books; but Maltravers laid his hand upon the preceptor's shoulder. "You have a quick pupil, I hope, sir?" said he. "Oh, very, very, Mr. Butler. She comes on famously. She practises a great deal when I am away, and I do my best." "And," asked Maltravers, in a grave tone, "have you succeeded in instilling into the poor child's mind some of those more sacred notions of which I spoke to you at our first meeting?" "Why, sir, she was indeed quite a heathen--quite a Mahometan, I may say; but she is a little better now." "What have you taught her?" "That God made her." "That is a great step." "And that He loves good girls, and will watch over them." "Bravo! You beat Plato." "No, sir, I never beat any one, except little Jack Turner; but he is a dunce." "Bah! What else do you teach her?" "That the devil runs away with bad girls, and--" "Stop there, Mr. Simcox. Never mind the devil yet a while. Let her first learn to do good, that God may love her; the rest will follow. I would rather make people religious through their best feelings than their worst,--through their gratitude and affections, rather than their fears and calculations of risk and punishment." Mr. Simcox stared. "Does she say her prayers?" "I have taught her a short one." "Did she learn it readily?" "Lord love her, yes! When I told her she ought to pray to God to bless her benefactor, she would not rest till I had repeated a prayer out of our Sunday School book, and she got it by heart at once." "Enough, Mr. Simcox. I will not detain you longer." Forgetful of his untasted breakfast, Maltravers continued his meerschaum and his reflections: he did not cease, till he had convinced himself that he was but doing his duty to Alice, by teaching her to cultivate the charming talent she evidently possessed, and through which she might secure her own independence. He fancied that he should thus relieve himself of a charge and responsibility which often perplexed him. Alice would leave him, enabled to walk the world in an honest professional path. It was an excellent idea. "But there is danger," whispered Conscience. "Ay," answered Philosophy and Pride, those wise dupes that are always so solemn and always so taken in; "but what is virtue without trial?" And now every evening, when the windows were closed, and the hearth bur
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