M. Well, then, be thankful to those who tell you of these things, and love you so as to tell you of them, when they see that you have forgotten them.
H. Then, mamma, do you think that William does not love me, because he does not tell me when I do wrong?
M. My dear boy, I fear that William flatters you, and that he will do you much harm; and I think that Thomas is a Real Friend, because he fears God, and faithfully warns you when you are wrong.
H. But ought I to like Thomas better than William?
M. The Bible tells us, “He that rebuketh a man afterwards shall find more favour than he that flattereth with the tongue,” (Prov. xxviii. 23.); and I am sure, if you wish to obey God you will believe his word.
H. Yes, mamma, I do wish to obey God, because I know that is the only way to be happy.
M. Well; now, Henry, I will let you choose; you may go where you like best.
H. Then, mamma, I will go to Thomas, and ask him to come and see me.
M. I also wish you to see William and tell him how wrong he has been, and how unkind he is to you. Do this openly and with truth, and shew him that you do not wish him to be a flatterer but a Real Friend.
