The Boys' And Girls' Library Part 17

(That word--how shall I rhyme it?)

ROBIN.

I have no doctor. I'm as well As you are, Araminta; But I've relations at the south, With whom I pa.s.s the winter.

We birds, that have no clothes or fire, Must fly this stormy weather; Good bye!--my friends are setting out; We always go together.

ARAMINTA.

Stay just a moment! Tell me how You're going? _Wings_ will weary; And there's no steamboat in the sky; The way is long and dreary.

ROBIN.

There's One above, who will not see A sparrow fall unheeded; He, 'Minta, will watch over me, And give me strength when needed.

I'm going where the orange glows, Like gold, thro' the emerald leaves, love; I'm going where its richest rose The laughing summer weaves, love.

ARAMINTA.

But tell me, Robin, how you'll find The route you want to glide on; There are no sign-posts in the air, Not even a road to ride on!

ROBIN.

Ah, little one! I cannot err, With His true hand to guide me; His care is ever o'er my way, His helpful love beside me.

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THE BABY-HOUSE.

Are there any of you, my young friends, so young or so ignorant as to believe that, if you might go to the beautiful toy shops, and had but money enough to buy just what toys you fancy, you should be quite happy?

You have heard of Napoleon, the great Emperor of France, and perhaps you have heard of his wife, the lovely Empress Josephine. She had a daughter, Hortense, who was married to the King of Holland, Napoleon's brother. The Queen of Holland had children, dearly beloved by their grandmother Josephine. One year, as the Christmas holidays approached, she sent for those artisans in Paris who manufacture toys, and ordered toys to be made expressly for her grandchildren, more beautiful and more costly than any that were to be bought. Her commands were obeyed--the toys arrived in Holland at the right time, and on Christmas morning were given to the children. For a little while they were enchanted; they thought they should never see enough of a doll that could speak, wild beasts that could roar and growl, and birds that could sing.

But, alas! after a few hours, they were tired of a doll that could say nothing but ma--ma, pa--pa, of beasts that growled in but one tone, and the birds that sang the same note. Before evening the toys were strewn over the floor, some broken, all neglected and deserted; and the mother, on coming into the apartment, found one of the little princes crying at a window that overlooked a court, where some poor children were merrily playing.

"Crying _to-day_, my son?" she exclaimed. "Oh! what would dear grandmamma say?--what are you crying for?"

"I want to go and play with those children in that pretty dirt, mamma."

This story was brought to my mind last Christmas eve. I went to see a very good neighbour of ours, Mrs. Selby, a carpenter's wife. The whole family are industrious and economical, and obliged to be so, for Mr.

Selby cannot always get work in these times. He will not call them _hard_ times. "It would be a shame to us," he says, "to call times hard when we never go hungry, and have decent clothes to cover us, and have health on our cheeks, and love in our hearts."

And, sure enough, there was no look of hard times there. The room was clean and warm. Mrs. Selby was busy over her mending basket, putting a darn here, a b.u.t.ton in this place, and a hook and a eye there, to have all in order for Christmas morning. Her only son, Charles, was very busy with some of his father's tools in one corner; not too busy, though, to make his bow to me, and draw forward the rocking-chair. I wish I could find as good manners among our drawing-room children, as I see at Mrs.

Selby's. Sarah and Lucy, the two girls, one eleven, the other ten years old, were working away by the light of a single lamp, so deeply engaged that they did not at first notice my entrance. "Where is little Nannie?"

I asked. "She is gone to bed--put out of the way," replied Mrs. Selby.

"Oh, mother!" exclaimed the girls. "Well, then--have not you banished her?" "Banished? No, mother--Oh! mother is only teasing us;" and they blushed and smiled.

"Here is some mystery," said I; "what is it, Sarah?" "Mother may tell if she pleases, ma'am," said Sarah. Mother was very happy to tell, for all mothers like to tell good of their children.

"You know, ma'am, the children all doat on little Nannie, she is so much younger than they--only five years old--and they had a desire to have some very pretty Christmas gift for her; but how could they, they said, with so little money as they had to spend? They have, to be sure, a little store. I make it a rule to give each a penny at the end of the week, if I see them improving in their weak point." "Weak point! what is that, Mrs. Selby?" "Why, ma'am, Charles is not always punctual at school; so I promised him that if he will not be one half minute behindhand for a week, he shall have a penny. Sarah, who is a little head over heels, gets one for making the beds and dusting neatly. And Lucy--Lucy is a careless child--for not getting a spot on her ap.r.o.n. On counting up Charles had fifty-one pennies Sarah forty-eight, and Lucy forty-nine."

"No, mother," said Lucy; "Sarah had forty-eight, and I forty-seven."

"Ah, so it was; thank you, dear, for correcting me." "But Lucy would have had just the same as I, only she lost one penny by breaking a tea-cup, and it was such cold weather it almost broke itself."

I looked with delight at these little girls, so just and generous to one another. The mother proceeded: "Father makes it a rule, if they have been good children, to give them two shillings each, for holidays; so they had seventy-five pennies a-piece."

"Enough," said I, "to make little Miss Nannie a pretty respectable present."

"Ah, indeed, if it were all for Nannie? but they gave a Christmas present to their father and to me, and to each other, and to the poor little lame child, next door; so that Nannie only comes in for a sixth part. They set their wits to work to contrive something more than their money would buy, and they determined on making a baby-house, which they were sure would please her and give her many a pleasant hour when they were gone to school. So there it stands in the corner of the room. Take away the shawl, girls, and show it to Miss----. The shawl has been carefully kept over it, to hide it from Nanny, that she may have the pleasure of surprise to-morrow morning." The shawl was removed, and if my little readers have ever been to the theatre, and remember their pleasure when the curtain was first drawn up, they can imagine mine. The baby-house was three stories high--that is, there were three rooms, one above the other, made by placing three old wooden boxes one on the other. Old, I call them, but so they did not appear: their outsides had been well scoured, then pasted over with paper, and the gum arabic was put on the paper, and over that was nicely scattered a coating of granite-coloured smalt. The inside wall of the lower room, or kitchen, was covered with white paper, to look like fresh white wash; the parlour and chamber walls were covered with very pretty hanging-paper, given to the children by their friend, Miss Laverty, the upholsterer. The kitchen floor was spread with straw matting. Charles had made a very nice dresser for one side, and a table and a seat resembling a settee, for the other. The girls had created something in the likeness of a woman, whom they called a cook; the broom she held in one hand,--they had made it admirably,--and the pail in the other was Charles' handy-work. A stove, shovel and tongs, tea-kettle and skillet, and dishes for the dresser they had spent money for. They were determined, first, to get their _necessaries_, Sarah said, (a wise little house-wife,) if they went without everything else. The kitchen furniture, smalt and gum arabic, had cost them eighteen-pence--just half their joint stock. "Then how could you possibly furnish your parlour and chamber so beautifully?"

"Oh, that is almost all our own work, ma'am. Charlie made the frames of the chairs and sofas, and we stuffed and covered them." "But where did you get this very pretty crimson cloth to cover them, and the materials for your carpet and curtains?" The parlour carpet was made of dark cloth, with a centre piece of flowers and birds, very neatly fashioned, and sewed on. The chamber carpet was made of squares of divers coloured cloth.

The cloth for the centre-table was neatly worked; the window-curtains were strips of rich coloured cotton sewed together; the colours matched the colours of the carpet. To my question to Sarah, where she had got all these pretty materials, she replied, "Oh, ma'am, we did not buy them with _money_, but we bought them and paid for them with labour, father says."

These little girls were early beginning to learn that truth in political economy, that all property is produced and obtained by labour. "Miss Laverty, the upholsteress, works up stairs; we picked hair for her, and she paid us in these pieces."

"The centre-table, bedstead, and chairs," said the mother, "and the wardrobe for the bed-chamber, Charlie made. The bed-sheets, pillows, spreads, &c., the girls made from pieces _fished_, as they say, out of my piece-basket. The work was all done in their play hours; their working time is not theirs, and therefore they could not give it away."

"I see," said I, looking at some very pretty pictures hanging around the parlour and chamber walls, "how these are arranged; they seem cut out of old books, pasted against pasteboard, and bound around with gilt paper; but pray tell me how this little mamma doll was bought, and the little baby in the cradle, and this pretty tea-set, and the candle-sticks, and the book-case and flower-vase on the centre-table, and the parlour stove. Charlie could make none of these things; you could not contrive them out of Miss Laverty's pieces; and surely the three sixpences left after your expenditure for the kitchen, would go very little way towards paying for them."

"To tell the truth, ma'am," said Mrs. Selby, "the girls were at their wits' ends. Miss Laverty could not afford to pay them money for their work. I had got almost as much interested in fitting up the baby-house as they, and would gladly have given them a little more money, but I had not a shilling to spare. Sarah and Lucy laid their heads together one night after they went to bed, and in the morning they came to me and told me their plan.

"We have always a pudding-pie on Sunday instead of meat. 'Can't you, mother,' said they, 'reckon up what our portion of the pie costs?--Make one just large enough for you, and my father, and Nannie, and we will eat dry bread, and then, with the money saved, added to our three sixpences, we will get what we can.' At first I thought it rather hard upon the children, but my husband and I talked it over together, and we concluded, as it was their own proposal, to let them do it. We thought it might be teaching them, ma'am, to have love, as one may say, stronger than appet.i.te, and work their little self-denial up with their love, and industry, and ingenuity. Poor people, such as we, cannot do what rich people can, for the education of their children. But there are some things we can do, which rich people can't--our poor circ.u.mstances help us. When our children want to do a kindness, as in this matter of the baby-house, they can't run to father and mother, and get money to do it with; they are obliged to think it out, and work it out, as one may say: and I believe it is the great end of education, ma'am, to make mind, heart, and hand work."

Again I looked at the baby-house, and with real respect for the people who had furnished it. The figures on the carpet, the gay curtains, tables, chairs, &c., were all very pretty, and very suitably and neatly arranged, but they were something more,--outward forms, into which Charles, Sarah, and Lucy had breathed, a soul instinct with love, kindheartedness, diligence, and self-denial.

Now, I ask my young friends to compare the gifts of the poor carpenter's children to those of the empress. Hers cost a single order, and a great deal of money,--theirs, much labour and forethought. If the happiness produced in the two cases, to both giver and receiver, were calculated, which would be the greatest amount? And which, in reality, were the richest--the rich empress's grandchildren, or the poor carpenter's little family?

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FIDELITY AND OBEDIENCE.

"Isabelle: Isabelle! where are you?" but no Isabelle answered; and Mrs.

Howard, her mother, was just going to send some of the servants after her, when Bruno, a large Newfoundland dog, rushed into the hall, and caught hold of her dress in his mouth. He was wet, and seemed very anxious for her to follow him; accordingly, Mrs. Howard called the gardener, and followed Bruno, who seemed delighted.

There was a large pond at the foot of the garden, and it was towards this that the dog ran; and as they were proceeding along, a suspicion entered the mother's mind, which caused her to hurry forward; need I say that it was of her child she thought--her darling Isabelle? Soon they reached the pond, and there, on the bank, lay her daughter; but her eyes were closed, and her cheeks so white that she seemed dead. Mrs. Howard uttered a shriek of mingled joy and anguish--joy, that she was out of the pond, and fear that she might not live.

She sprang forward and raised her from the ground--she put her hand on her child's heart--and, oh! happiness! she felt it beat. Isabelle was immediately carried home, and a physician was sent for, and he said that she was not hurt in any way,--that fright, only, had caused her to faint.