Never had I received an ungentle word from my father; never in all my waywardness and selfwill did he harshly reprove me.
He steadily endeavored to impress on my mind a sense of the constant presence of God.

He would often say, 'Every moment, every hour of our lives, places its impress on our condition in eternity.

Live, then, as did your mother, in a state of waiting and preparation for that account which we must all surely give for the talents entrusted to our care.' Did I heed his advice?
You will hardly believe me, Alice, when I tell you how I repaid his tenderness.

I was the cause of his death." "It could never be, mother," said Alice, weeping, when she saw the tears forcing their way down her mother's cheek.

"You are excited and distressed now.