Wreaths of Friendship | Page 4

had leisure to sit down to her sewing, she called Angeline, and
reminded her of the ill-natured spirit she had shown in the early part of
the afternoon. The child was rather ashamed of what she had said, it is

true; but she tried to excuse her conduct.
"Every thing went wrong to-day, mother," she said; "I couldn't help
feeling so. Oh, dear! I don't see how any body can be good, when
things go in this way--I mean any body but Jeannette. I wish I was like
her. It is easy for her to be good."
"Your cousin has, no doubt, a very different disposition from yours,"
said the mother. "But it is much easier for you to be always
good-natured and happy than you suppose, Angeline."
"I wish I knew how, mother."
"Well, you say things went wrong with you this afternoon. I think I
know what some of these things were. They were not so pleasant as
they might have been, certainly. They were troublesome. But don't you
think the greatest trouble of all was in your own heart?"
"No, ma'am. I was well enough until the things began to go wrong; and
then I felt bad, and I couldn't help it."
Mrs Standish laughed, as she said, "So, then, as soon as the things
begin to go wrong, you take the liberty to go wrong too. Every thing
works well inside, until it is disturbed by something outside?"
"That is it, mother."
"And when the things inside go smoothly, because every thing is
smooth outside, you have a very good and happy disposition?"
"Pretty good, I think."
"And so, when there is a hurricane inside, because the wind blows
rather more than usual outside, you are cross, and unhappy, and bad
enough to make up for being so good before?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am afraid I am, sometimes."
"No, my child, you are wrong, all wrong. If all was right inside, the

other things you speak of would not disturb you so, if they should
happen to go wrong."
"Why, mother, wouldn't they disturb me at all?"
"They might, occasionally, but not near as much. Do you remember
that our clock went wrong last winter?"
"Yes, ma'am; we couldn't tell what time it was, and it used to strike all
sorts of ways."
"What do you suppose made the clock act so, Angeline? It goes well
enough now, you know."
"I believe Mr Mercer said one of the wheels was out of order."
"That was all. It was not the weather--not because we forgot to wind it
up--not because things did not go right in the room. Now, your mind is
something like a clock. If it is kept in order, it will run pretty well, I
guess--no matter whether it rains or shines--whether it is winter or
summer. Milton says, very beautifully, in his poem called the 'Paradise
Lost,'
"'The mind is its own place, and of itself Can make a heaven of hell, a
hell of heaven.'
"He means by this, that our happiness or unhappiness depends more
upon what is within us than it does upon what is without. And he is
right. Do you understand, my child?"
"I understand what you mean, but it is not so easy to see how I am to go
to work and be good all the time, like cousin Jeannette. I'm not like her,
mother, and I never can be like her, I know."
"True, you will always be very unlike your cousin. But I don't know of
any thing to hinder your being as good and amiable as she is, for all
that."
"Oh, mother! I'd give every thing in the world, if I only knew how!"

"I think you can learn, my child, with much less expense; though, to be
sure, you will have to give up some things that perhaps you will find it
hard to part with. You will be obliged to give up some of your bad
habits."
"That would be easy enough."
"Not so easy as you think, it may be. It is a good deal easier to let a bad
habit come in, than it is to turn one out. But 'where there's a will, there's
a way,' you know."
"Well, mother, what shall I do? I should like to begin pretty soon, for
scarcely any body loves me now,"
"Before you learn much, it might be well to unlearn a little. When any
thing goes wrong, as you say, you must, at least, not make it go worse.
You must not make every body around you unhappy, if you do feel a
little cross and peevish."
"Oh, mother, I can't speak pleasantly when I don't feel so."
"Then, in most cases, you had better not speak at all."
"I never thought