“If you feared for yourself, I should have less fear for you, Marten,” replied Mrs. Mortimer, “for I know well that the heart of man is by nature prone to sin, and that our thoughts and desires while we are on earth are like our natures, full of imperfections.  Temptations are ever before us—­they press upon us every minute, and it is not in our own strength we can resist or overcome even one of them, and while this life lasts we are not safe, unless we acknowledge their powerful influence and trust in the Divine Spirit alone to be able to withstand them.”

“I have not been thought a disobedient boy till now,” said Marten somewhat sulkily.  “I think my usual conduct should plead for me.”

“Every child has temptations, Marten,” replied his mamma, “and every well behaved child, though not a pious one, resists them:  and in truth these temptations are so numerous, that one scarcely thinks of them, unless we witness the conduct of a spoiled baby, as shame prevents grown up persons giving way to many things.  But I want you to see that in this life we are in a state of constant trial, and as St. Paul says, if it were only for this life, a Christian is of all men most miserable; for added to these outward temptations, which assail all mankind daily and hourly, the Christian knows he must resist inward temptations, which perhaps are known to none but himself and his God.  These temptations are more pressing than other temptations, on account of their peculiar nature:  for the one, if indulged in, brings the displeasure or frowns of the world—­the other, as I said before, is perhaps unknown to all human beings but oneself.”

“Well, but mamma,” said Marten impatiently, “I do know all this, for you have taught it me before.  It is not like as if I had to learn the thing now for the first time.  I think you are too severe, mamma, indeed I do; and when you come back, I believe you will say so.  Trust me, mamma, and do not be anxious about me.  I shall do very well, and I promise to take good care of Reuben.  I will see to his lessons, and do my own, and he shall sleep with me while you are away, and I will attend carefully to him and never leave him, and when I am learning my Latin, he can be in the room with me, and we shall do very well together, I promise you.  So trust me, mamma, without anxiety of any sort.”

“I will trust you,” replied Mrs. Mortimer smiling kindly, “but not with yourself Marten, for I see clearly you have a lesson to learn, my boy, and I hope you will learn it shortly, without much trouble to yourself.  You think you are going to fulfil all your duties in your own strength, as they ought to be fulfilled.  You will see that you cannot.  Could human nature, unassisted by the Divine nature, have done so, then what need would there have been for the Son of God to have taken our form and purified our nature in himself?  By grace alone are we saved, for there is none good—­no, not one; but as God is holy, we must be holy, ere we