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are filled with love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, meekness, temperance! (Gal. v. 22, 23.)-And now, my dear," added Mrs. Fairchild, "you know what is meant by the sin which doth so easily beset us, and you understand that every person has some one besetting sin."
Yes, Mamma," said Lucy; "and you have told me what my own besetting sin is, and I feel that you have found out the right one, But, Mamma, you said, that many people do not know their own besetting sins."
"No persons know their sins, my dear," answered Mrs. Fairchild, "but those who have received the Spirit of God. It is the work of the Spirit to search our evil hearts, and convince us of our wickedness; but irreligious people do not know their hearts, and have no idea of their besetting sins: indeed, they would laugh if you were to speak of such things before them."
Whilst Mrs. Fairchild was speaking these last words, they heard the dinner-bell ring; so they broke off their discourse, and went down stairs. Whilst Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild and all the family were sitting at dinner, they saw through the window a man on horseback, carrying a large basket, ride up to the door. Mr. Fairchild sent John out to see who this person was; and John presently returned with a letter, and a haunch of venison packed in a basket. "Sir," said John," the man says that he is one Mr. Crosbie of London's servant; and that he has brought you a letter, with his master's compliments, and also a haunch of venison."
«Mr. Crosbie's servant!" said Mr. Fairchild, taking the letter and reading it aloud, as follows:
Dear Mr. Fairchild,
'I and my wife, and my sister Miss Crosbie, and ⚫ my daughter Betty, have been taking a journey for
our health this summer. We left London three months ago, and have been down as far as Yorkshire. We are now returning home, and have • turned a little out of our way to see you, as it is as much as twelve years since we met; so you may look for us, no accident happening, to-morrow a little before two. We hope to dine with you, and to go on in the evening to the next town, for our time is short. I have sent a fine haunch of ' venison, which I bought yesterday from the inn keeper where we slept: it will be just fit for dressing to-morrow; so I shall be obliged to Mrs. * Fairchild to order her cook to roast it by two o'clock, which is my dinner hour. My man 'Thomas, who brings this letter, will tell the cook ' how I like to have my venison dressed and he brings a pot of currant jelly, to make sauce, in case you should have none by you; though I dare say this precaution is not necessary, as Mrs. Fairchild, no doubt, has all these things by her. 'I am not particular about my eating; but I should be obliged to you if you would have the venison ready by two o'clock, and let Thomas direct your 'cook. My wife and sister, and daughter Betty, send best compliments to our old friend Mrs Fairchild 'and, hoping we shall meet in health to-morrow, 'I remain, dear Mr. Fairchild, your old friend,
OBADIAH CROSBIE. P.S. You will find the haunch excellent we ⚫ dined upon the neck yesterday, and it was the best I ever tasted.'
When Mr. Fairchild had finished the letter, he smiled, and said, "I shall be very glad to see our old friends; but I am sorry poor Mr. Crosbie still thinks so much about eating. It was always his besetting sin, and it seems to have grown stronger upon him as he has got older."
"Who is Mr. Crosbie, Papa?" said Lucy.
"Mr. Crosbie, my dear," said Mr. Fairchild, "lives in London. He has a large fortune, which he got in trade. He has given up business somè years, and now lives upon his fortune. When your mamma and I were in London, twelve years ago, we were at Mr. Crosbie's house, where we were very kindly treated: therefore we must do the best we can to receive Mr. and Mrs. Crosbie kindly, and to make them as comfortable as possible."
When John went to church that same evening, Mr. Fairchild desired him to tell Nurse to come the next day to help Betty, for Nurse was a very good cook: and the next morning Mrs. Fairchild prepared every thing to receive Mr. and Mrs. Cros bie, and Mr. Fairchild invited Mr. Somers to meet them at dinner. When the clock struck one, Mrs. Fairchild dressed herself and the children, and then went into a little tea room, the window of which opened upon a small grass-plat, surrounded by rose bushes and other flowering shrubs. Mr. Somers came in a little before two, and sat with Mrs. Fairchild. ·
When the clock struck two, Mr. Crosbie's family were not come, and Mr. Fairchild sent Henry to the garden-gate to look if he could see the carriage at a distance. When Henry returned, he said that he could see the carriage, but it was still a good way off. "I am afraid the venison will be over-roasted," said Mrs. Fairchild smiling. Henry soon after went again to the gate, and got there just in time to open it wide for Mr. Crosbie's car. riage. Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild ran out to receive their friends.
"I am glad to see you once again," said Mr. Crosbie, as he stepped out of the coach, followed by Mrs. Crosbie, Miss Crosbie, Miss Betty, and Mrs. Crosbie's maid.
Mr. Crosbie was a very fat man, with a red
face; but he looked good-humoured, and had in his younger days been handsome. Mrs. Crosbie was a little thin woman, and there was nothing in her appearance which pleased Emily and Lucy, though she spoke civilly to them. Miss Crosbie was as old as her brother, but she did not look so, for her face was painted red and white: and she and Miss Betty had sky-blue hats and tippets with white feathers, which Lucy and Emily thought very beautiful.
"Have you any company, Mrs. Fairchild?” said Miss Crosbie, as Mrs. Fairchild was leading them into the parlour.
"Only one gentleman, Mr. Somers, our Rector," said Mrs. Fairchild.
"Oh! then I must not appear in this gown! and my hair too is all rough!" said Miss Crosbie: "I must put on another gown: I am quite frightful to look at!"
"Indeed," said Mrs. Fairchild, "your dress is very nice there is no need to trouble yourself to alter it."
"Oh, Sister!" said Mrs. Crosbie, "don't think of changing your dress: Mrs. Fairchild's dinner is ready, I dare say."
Miss Crosbie would not be persuaded, but, calling the maid to attend her, ran up stairs to change her dress; and Mrs. Fairchild sent Lucy after her. The rest of the company then went into the tearoom, where they sat round the window, and Mr. Crosbie said, "What a pretty place you have here, Mr. Fairchild! and a good wife, as I well know -and these pretty children! You ought to be a happy man."
"And so I am, thank God," said Mr. Fairchild; as happy as any man in the world."
"I should have been with you an hour ago," said Mr. Crosbie, " that I might have walked
over your garden before dinner, but for my wife, there.'
"What of your wife, there?" said Mrs. Crosbie, turning sharply towards him. "Now mind, Mr. Crosbie, if the venison is over-roasted, don't say. it is my fault."
Mr. Crosbie took out his watch: "It is now twenty-five minutes past two: the venison has been down at the fire twenty-five minutes longer than it should have been. And did you not keep us an hour waiting, this morning, at the inn where we slept, whilst you quarrelled with the innkeeper and his wife?"
Mrs. Crosbie answered; "You are always giving people to understand that I am ill-tempered, Mr. Crosbie; which I think is very unhandsome of you, Mr. Crosbie. There is not another person in the world who thinks me ill-tempered but you. Ask Thomas, or my maid, what they know of my temper; and ask your sister, who has lived with me long enough."
Why don't you ask me what I think of it, Mamma?" said Miss Betty, pertly.
"Hold your tongue, Miss!" said Mrs. Crosbie. "Must not I speak?" said Miss Betty, in a low voice, but loud enough for her mamma to hear her. When Miss Betty first came in, Emily admired her very much for, besides her sky-blue hat and feather, she had blue satin shoes, and a very large pair of gold ear-rings: but when she heard her speak so boldly to her mamma, she did not like her so much. By this time John came to tell the company that dinner was on the table; and Mr. Crosbie got up, saying, "The venison smells well -exceeding well!"
"But where is Miss Crosbie ?" asked Mr. Fairchild.