Effie Maurice - Or What do I Love Best by Fanny Forester
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'I don't think,' said Effie, 'that poor Mr Varden makes knowledge his
_god_ exactly, because he does it all for good; but it would be very wicked for Harry or me to do so, because we know how wrong it is. I wish everybody that praised people for studying too hard could know it is wicked.' 'But remember,' said Mr Maurice, 'that where one person's cheek is paled by hard study, fifty make themselves utterly useless by neglecting the bodily exercise which _moderate_ mental effort demands. It is aversion to active employment, and not the love of knowledge, that has slain its hundreds and crippled its thousands.' CHAPTER IX. THE FUNERAL. It was a bright and sunshiny day, and so warm as to make the snow moist and yielding beneath the foot--such a day as children love and choose for their happiest sports; but to at least two children it was anything but a day of pleasure. Poor Mrs Gilman's little James had lingered on beyond all expectation, and finally died, calmly and quietly, as if he had been composing himself for sleep. And so it was--a long sleep. This was the day on which the little one was to be buried, and Harry and Effie were sincere mourners. Not like the poor mother--oh no, no one could feel like her--but they wept as one child of adversity weeps for |
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