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ANDREW HOWLAND belonged to that class of rigid moralists who cantolerate in others no wanderings from the right way. His childrenwere forced into the straight jacket of external consistency fromtheir earliest infancy; and if they deviated from the right line inwhich they were required to walk, punishment was sure to follow.
A child loves his parent naturally. The latter may be harsh, andunreasonable; still the child will look up to him in weakdependence, while love mingles, like golden threads in a darkfabric, amid the fear and respect with which he regards him. Thus itwas with the children of Andrew Howland. Their mother was a gentle,retiring woman, with a heart full of the best affections. When thesunshine fell upon her golden locks in the early