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1Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Add
 Title:  Harry Harefoot  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: Our story opens on one of those singularly beautiful mornings which the coast of New-England presents in the month of August, when the fogs, having for some time resisted the unclouded splendor of the sun's rays, begin to lift and break, and roll seaward in majestic volumes, ascending as they move, until they rest in the calm blue bosom of heaven. My Dear Son Harry,—Your last letter gave us all at home a great deal of joy. I was gratified at your affectionate remembrance of me in sending the pretty cap, and I gave your love to little Emma Cutter, as you desired. She is knitting for you a purse she wants me to send you with our first package. I am happy to find you are so well pleased with your place, my son, and that Mr. Cushing is so well satisfied with you. You have only now, my dear boy, to do your duty to be respected. Never consider any thing beneath you which you are required by Mr. Cushing or the upper clerks to perform. Pride has ruined many young men who set out in life as prosperously as you have. Try and cultivate a kind demeanor, pleasing manners, and a frank and unsuspicious bearing; but as true politeness proceeds from grace in the heart, you must first cultivate that. Do not omit reading in the little Bible I wrote your name in, once a day, nor never neglect committing yourself in prayer to your heavenly Father when you go to bed nor thanking Him in grateful adoration when you rise up. Seek humbly his guidance through the day, and you will have it. There is no real good or true happiness that does not first originate in duty to our Maker. Avoid profane speech, impure language, and telling impure anecdotes, for they corrupt the heart. Spend your evenings at home in reading or writing, and your Sabbaths in the fear of God, going twice to church. Never break the Sabbath on any pretence! Let it be a holy day to you through life. Avoid the society of all young men whose character you do not know to be good; but it is best to have few companions and but one or two friends. Have no desire to go to the play, to parties, to frolies, and other scenes of temptation, and never without permission from Mr. Cushing, who is now to be in our place to you. Above all, my son, never touch a drop of wine. O that I could impress, as with a seal, this caution upon your heart—engraft it upon your mind. The sword has slain its thousands, but wine its tens of thousands. You must bear with me, Henry, for giving you such a grave letter of advice, but I have your welfare closely united to my heart, and I know that you are surrounded with temptations, and that you need not only a mother's love, but God's arm to guard and detend you. One thing more, Henry. You have, I know, a fondness for the society and admiration of young ladies. This at home in our quiet village was, perhaps well enough, as it improves the manners of youths to associate early in life with respectable young females. But in Boston there are, I blush to say, classes of females here unknown, who, with lovely countenances, and wearing alluring smiles, are dangerous for young men to know. `Their house,' saith the seventh of Proverbs. where she is described, `is the way to hell, going down to the chamber of death. Let not thine heart incline to her ways, go not astray in her paths. For she hath cast down many wounded; yea, many strong men have been slain by her.'
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