Other than Uncle Tom's Cabin, this was perhaps the most widely circulated American story of its time.
ain, and throwing herself upon her, she burst into another fit of sorrow — not so violent as the former, but with a touch of hopelessness in it which went yet more to her mother's heart. Passion in the first said, "I cannot;" despair now seemed to say, "I must."
But Mrs. Montgomery was too exhausted to either share or soothe Ellen's agitation. She lay in suffering silence; till after some time she said faintly — "Ellen, my love, I cannot bear this much longer."
Ellen was immediately brought to herself by these words. She arose, sorry and ashamed that she should have given occasion for them, and tenderly kissing her mother, assured her, most sincerely and resolutely, that she would not do so again. In a few minutes she was calm enough to finish making the tea, and having toasted another piece of bread, she brought it to her mother. Mrs. Montgomery swallowed a cup of tea, but no toast could be eaten that night.
Both remained silent and quiet awhile after this, till the clock str
Soppy little Ellen Montgomery is sent off to live with her cold, stern aunt on a farm, while her beloved mother goes abroad for her health. Ellen's only solace comes in Christian friends who teach her to love Jesus and turn the other cheek with patience and forbearance, although she's told to consider it sinful to love her mother more than her Lord.
A very preachy novel, and amid all the exhortations about goodness, honoring Christ, avoiding pride and passion, etc., it gets in some gratuitous Catholic bashing. Although a very long book, it ends abruptly, without satisfactorily settling Ellen's affairs.
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