" And a bright flush mounted to his forehead.
"What is it, Howard?"
"I don't know, sir; not much of anything, I guess."
"Are you not quite satisfied with yourself to-day?"
"Satisfied! I--why--I don't know what you mean, sir; I have tried to do
the best I could, I believe."
"Do you really think so, Howard?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did you think so last evening, in the prayer-meeting? Can a boy, who is
as well taught as you have been, feel that he is doing as well as he can,
when he knows that he is every day cheating God?"
Howard's face fairly burned.
"I don't understand you, sir."
"Don't you?" and Mr. Burrows' voice was very kind. "I wish that God's own
Spirit might help you to understand it. Didn't your father and mother
promise God, when you were born, to try to train you up for Him, because
you belonged to Him, and they knew it? Now, haven't they done their duty?
is it their fault that you are not a Christian?"
"No, sir."
"Then it comes back to you. You belong to God, body and soul: He made
you; He has kept you; He would save you, only you will not let Him.
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