This was unjust, but there is no doubt he made use of every illustration to disgust or encourage his son that his neighbourhood afforded him, and did not spare his brother, for whom Richard entertained a contempt in proportion to his admiration of his father, and was for flying into penitential extremes which Sir Austin had to soften.
The boy prayed with his father morning and night.
"How is it, sir," he said one night, "I can't get Tom Bakewell to pray ?" "Does he refuse ?" Sir Austin asked.
"He seems to be ashamed to," Richard replied.

"He wants to know what is the good?
and I don't know what to tell him." "I'm afraid it has gone too far with him," said Sir Austin, "and until he has had some deep sorrows he will not find the divine want of Prayer.
Strive, my son, when you represent the people, to provide for their education.

He feels everything now through a dull impenetrable rind.
Culture is half-way to heaven.

Tell him, my son, should he ever be brought to ask how he may know the efficacy of Prayer, and that his prayer will be answered, tell him (he quoted The Pilgrim's Scrip): "'Who rises from Prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.'" "I will, sir," said Richard, and went to sleep happy.
Happy in his father and in himself, the youth now lived.

Conscience was beginning to inhabit him, and he carried some of the freightage known to men; though in so crude a form that it overweighed him, now on this side, now on that.
The wise youth Adrian observed these further progressionary developments in his pupil, soberly cynical.