They did not refuse, for they were
very grateful to her for all that she had done for their poor boy; and his
mother said, "Take him; he is more your child than ours." So Jack went
first to Dublin, where nothing he saw struck him with such wonder as the
ships in the river; and then he went on board ship and sailed over the sea,
and up the river Avon to Clifton. In this beautiful place he lived for a
year. He became a good and faithful servant to his mistress, and especially
loved to wait upon and play with "Baby-boy," a little nephew of hers of
whom he was very fond.
But you must not think Jack was always good. He had a very angry temper,
and would sometimes go into a passion, and cry in a very naughty way; or
else sulk so as to make not only himself but his kind and gentle lady
miserable; and sometimes he had to be punished for his bad ways. But
whenever he had shown this naughty temper, the time came when he was very,
very sorry. He would go and have what he called "a long pray," and tell God
all about it. I do not know whether it was at such a time that he spoke to
his mistress about the "red hand;" but before I tell you of this, which has
always seemed to me very beautiful, I must try to remember for you part of
an address to Sunday scholars, which my children heard just at the time
when I was reading to them the story of John Britt.
This address was given by an uncle of Ernest and Sharley, and they were
both there.
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