death
if God did not take care of you. And if, while you were rich, you hated
the poor, how could you expect God to care for you when you grew poor,
like those you had scorned?'

But Charles, however, was so naughty he would not stay to hear what his
mother said, but ran away into the fields.

Then Charles's mother was so vexed that she could not help crying at his
being such a wicked, proud boy; and she could not sleep all that night
for the grief his conduct had occasioned her. The next day she was
forced to take a long journey, to visit a friend who was very ill, and
who lived in London. She was very sorry to leave her children, for she
knew if Charles behaved naughty when she was with him, he would be a sad
boy indeed when he was left to himself, and had none to correct him and
tell him of his faults.

When the carriage that was to take Mrs. Grant to London drove to the
door, she kissed her children a great many times, and begged that they
would be very good while she was away from them.

'You, my dear Clara, I know, will mind what nurse says to you, and will
try to be good while I am gone; for you know that God will see
everything you do amiss, if I do not; and I hope you will never forget
to say your prayers to Him night and morning.'

Clara kissed her dear mother, and promised that she would attend to all
she said; and her mother was satisfied, for she knew that Clara never
told stories, though she was but a little girl.

Then Mrs. Grant turned to Charles, and said: 'As for you, Charles, I
cannot help feeling great pain at leaving you; for you are such a bad,
wilful boy that I shall not have a happy moment whilst I am away from
you, lest you should do anything amiss. But if you love me, you will try
to be good; and whenever you are about to do anything wrong, say to
yourself, "How much this would grieve my poor mother if she knew it! and
how much it will offend God, who does see, and knows, not only
everything I do, but even my most secret thoughts! And He will one day
bring me to an account for all I do or say against His holy will and my
kind parents' commands."'

Charles, who knew he was a bad boy, hung down his head, for he did not
like to be told of his faults.

Then his mother said: 'My dear Charles, do try and be good, and I will
love you dearly.'

'But what will you bring me from London,' said Charles, 'if I am a good
boy? for I never will behave well for nothing.'

'Do you call the love of