This was a sad trial for Mrs. Hamilton, and she paused to think what was right, and to ask for guidance from on high.  It seemed to her that Arthur’s dissatisfaction arose from his own weakness of spirit, rather than from anything really disagreeable in his situation.  They were kind to him; he was not over-worked; could attend a good school; and would it not be an injury to him, to indulge this excessive love for home, and yield to his entreaties?  Would he ever be a man, with courage to face the storms of life, if she, with a woman’s weakness, allowed her feelings to prevail over her judgment?  It must not be.  She must be firm for his sake; cruel as it seemed, it was real kindness, and she trusted he would soon be contented.  If not, she could then change her determination if she wished.  So she told him once more, that duty and not present enjoyment was to be consulted; that she still thought it was best for him to stay at Mr. Martin’s, and she still believed he would find contentment and peace there, in doing his duty.  She did not upbraid him, but told him very tenderly, she wished him to acquire more strength of purpose, and to gain the habit of controlling his feelings.  If he did not, he could never be happy or useful, and it would be sad indeed to grow up a weak, timid and useless being, who had not strength of character enough to pursue what was right, if difficulties lay in the path.  “Whenever you are lonely and sad,” said she, “think of me, and how much pleasure you are giving me by staying and doing your duty.  Think of your Father in heaven, who watches over you, and will be well-pleased when you try to subdue your faults.  Never forget to ask Him for strength to do right, and He will give it, if you ask in sincerity.  Remember always that He has placed us in the world to become his children, and grow holy; and it is often through trial, we are made better.  You will be a better boy if you conquer your weakness, and become cheerful and contented, than you could have been, had no sacrifice been required of you.  My dear child, I do believe God will bless you, and enable you to conquer.”

With such words Mrs. Hamilton sought to soothe and strengthen her child, while her own heart was throbbing with painful emotions.  She could not sleep that night, for her heart yearned over her darling boy, and she longed to fold him under the shelter of a loving home.  She felt that she needed in her own heart more of that perfect submission to God’s will which she enjoined on others, and it was only by earnest and humble prayer that she could calm her troubled spirit, and feel trust and confidence that all was for the best.  But she had found prayer to be a balm for the wounded spirit in many an hour of suffering, and she now realized the sweetness of that inestimable privilege.

    “Oh not a gift or blessing
      With this can we compare;
    The power which he hath given,
      To pour our souls in prayer.”