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BRIMLEY JOHNSON + 1903 + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + CRUELTY TO ANIMALS + + + How, George! you’re in Disgrace once more, + What’s this? a tearful Eye, + The tell-tale Feathers on the Floor, + Show me the Reason why. + + Why did you free Amelia’s Bird + Where Harriet’s Tabby pounced? + You selfish Boy, upon my Word + I’ll have you soundly trounced. + + Your little Cousin’s Tears now see: + Her pretty Songster’s dead; + A Child so mischievous must be + Chastis’d, and sent to Bed. + + + + + INSENSATE MISCHIEF + + + What a Commotion in the Town! + Now has the Steeple fallen down? + Some strange Event occurr’d? + Fresh Tidings of the War in France, + Or News of dire Import, perchance, + The Mayor may have heard. + See how the People run and point! + The Butcher, laden with a Joint, + Is brandishing his Knife; + The Chandler, with a Pot of Lard, + In tumbling from the Farrier’s Yard, + Upsets the Baker’s Wife. + The Parson hurries up the Street, + His Shoes half on, half off his Feet, + His Surplice flies behind, + And knocking ’gainst the Apple Stall, + Of Widow Clarke, the Apples fall, + He does not seem to mind! + Here comes the Guardian of the Laws! + Pray, tell us, Officer, the Cause + Of this tumultuous Scene? + Why, I declare, the Reason’s found, + ’Tis Master Percy, I’ll be bound, + At Mischief who has been. + How say you? that an Hour too Fast + He set the Town Hall Clock; and last, + On further Mischief bent, + Upon the Belfry Tower he climbed + And all the Bells he loudly chimed + Confusion to augment. + But Retribution’s fatal Sword + No long Delay will e’er afford + And soon did Percy smite. + His Footing slipp’d, some Time he hung + To treach’rous Roofs, but vainly clung + And fell a giddy Height. + And now upon a Couch of Pain + He lies with shattered Bones and Brain; + But, Pity tho’ we feel, + We all should strive to realise + That those whose Actions are not Wise + From Fate have no Appeal. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + CHARITABLE LOUISA + + + Now Goody Brown and Widow Bond + Live in a Cottage near the Pond, + And so, Louisa, you + Must now this little Basket take + And put in it a Loaf, a Cake, + A Pound of Sugar too. + + Nay! do not frown, ’tis surely good + That we the Agêd succour should? + Your Shawl and Bonnet don, + See, with you faithful Ponto comes, + Perhaps a liking for the Crumbs + Has urg’d him to go on. + + So onward trips the little Maid, + All smiling sweet, and unafraid + Of Gipsies, Tramps and Cows. + Then back she comes, while Goody stands + And raising up her wither’d Hands + Calls down her Prayers and Vows. + + + + + CREDULITY + + + What Consternation fills the Hall! + Young Master Frank is miss’d; + All Day for him they seek and call + Nor through the Night desist. + + Repeatedly had Frank been warned + The Gipsies’ Camp to shun, + For Truth and Cleanliness they scorned + And left good Deeds undone. + + Alas for Frank! the Gipsy Queen + Had met him by the Stile, + With Tales of Fortune she’d foreseen + She did the Youth beguile. + + “I’ll crown you King, and you shall ride + In golden Coach,” said she, + “You’ll ne’er repent if you decide + To follow Gipsy Lee.” + + The foolish boy went off to roam + In search of Wealth and Fame, + And all forgot were Friends and Home + To his eternal Shame. + + And now with limping Feet he toils + Behind the Caravans, + With Tinker’s Tools his Hand he soils + And sells both Pots and Pans. + + His Parents fond their Son with Tears + Distractedly deplore: + They sought him o’er the World for Years, + But saw him nevermore. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + THE CONSEQUENCES OF GREED + + + Why, Edward! why this Cry of Pain? + This Jacket all besmirched? + Your strict Papa I’ll call again + And have you soundly birched. + + This pastry, that indulgent Cook + Had filled for you with Jam, + With hasty Greed, and envious Look + You down your Throat did cram. + + Now Gluttons! pray attend to me: + I’ll send for Doctor Bell, + A Child with Appetite too free + He always doses well. + + + + + PROFANITY + + + A Sailor of the name of Park + Gave Nurse a Parrot gay; + I think I heard the Man remark + It came from Paraguay. + + How strange a Sight in distant Lands, + Where Wonders meet the Eye, + To see the Works of Nature’s Hands + From ev’ry Tree-top fly. + + But Oh! with Shame and Sorrow both, + I scarce can lisp the Tale, + Its brutal Jest and hideous Oath + My infant Cheek turn’d pale. + + Alas! when all is bright and fair + That Wickedness should lurk, + Those sinful Words that filled the Air + Were Man’s ignoble work. + + Nurse screamed aloud, the Sailor ran, + The Bird spoke yet more plain; + Oh! how I hope the shameless Man + Will not come back again. + + How very careful we should be + ’Mong those alone to move + Who shunning, fly Profanity, + And who our Hearts approve. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + ENVY + + + Why, Ellen, such a pouting Face + Is quite against the Rule: + I fear you have incurr’d Disgrace, + Or done amiss at School. + + What! Lucy Elton’s rich Pelisse + Your envious Thoughts inspire? + And Fanny Jones disturbs your Peace + When dress’d in gay Attire? + + You foolish Child, did you but know + The Way their Wealth was gained + Your Cheeks with honest Shame would glow + While youthful Life remained. + + For Lucy’s Father robb’d a Bank, + And Fanny’s Sire a Church: + Far from such Wealth you Heav’n may thank + Your Name can None besmirch. + + + + + THE SCHOOL FEAST + + + Now Lady Emma at the Grange + A School Feast has at Heart, + And very kindly does arrange + That we shall all take Part. + + Maria, to avert the Cold, + Her velvet Spencer wears, + And little Jane, of five Years old, + A Sun-shade gravely bears. + + Edward, and Charles, and Sister Fan + In Joy their Accents raise, + And William Fry, the Garden man, + Puts Dobbin in the Chaise. + + Papa assumes the Reins’ control, + Mama her Shawl, and so + Crack goes the Whip, the Wheels they roll, + And now, away we go! + + How happy we, with Parents kind + And Clothes so clean and neat: + Oh! may we always bear in Mind + ’Twas Virtue earn’d this Treat. + + + + + COURAGE + + + Mervyn and Charles and little Ann + Rose early from their Rest; + Who should be First, as out they ran, + They joyfully contest. + + Mervyn was Senior by one Year + To Charles, whose Summers six + Exceeded Ann’s, it would appear, + By Two, and Seven Weeks. + + Among the Flowers that smell so sweet + They pluck’d a Posy gay, + To give Mama a pleasant Treat + Upon her Natal Day. + +[Illustration] + + But oh! from off a blooming Rose + Ann gather’d with Delight, + A cruel Wasp upon her Nose + Did suddenly alight. + + She loudly scream’d, and Mervyn seiz’d + The Insect in his Clasp, + Nor loosed his Hold ere it was squeez’d + And crush’d within his Grasp. + + Though painful Stings his Hand inflam’d + He did not Cry nor Quail, + And kind Mama with Pride exclaim’d + When Charles told her the Tale. + + Such Youths grow up as Soldiers brave, + Or Sailors bold and free; + And thus Britannia’s Flag shall wave + Supreme on every Sea. + + + + + HEARTLESS FOLLY + + + Pray, Richard, do you think it right + To act as you did Tuesday Night + And make of Age a Mock? + The Admiral, whose Legs you tied + Whilst he was sitting by my side, + Is indisposed from Shock. + + As he fell prone upon the Floor + I saw you spying through the Door + With pert and shameless Smile; + His Daughters kind, who tend his Couch, + With one accord do freely vouch + They marked your Purpose vile. + + E’en barbarous Turk or Cariboo, + Or poor idolatrous Hindoo + Before such Act would pause; + What should you feel if Admiral Bligh + Were taken from us to the Sky + And you should be the Cause? + + Oh! wretched Boy, Elisha’s Bears + May even now be on the Stairs + Your Punishment to give: + For those the Aged who offend + Are like to come to fearful End, + Or else in Chains to live. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + POLITENESS + + + What! do I apprehend aright, + My Boy, my Herbert impolite? + Oh say! oh say not so. + I did not see you doff your Hat + To Lady Charlotte Merton, that + Is not genteel you know. + + See how polite young Frankie hies + To ope the Door for General Wyse, + And take from him his Cane. + In later times, when Frank’s extoll’d, + Your Manner, deemed uncouth and bold, + Will give you bitter Pain. + + + + + THE RESULT OF HEEDLESSNESS + + + Behold that speechless, aged Dame + Who totters on the Arm + Of Thomas Brown, his sturdy Frame + Supporting her from Harm. + + Sad is the Tale that I must tell, + The Cause that struck her Dumb, + For to the Shock which her befell + She nearly did succumb. + + Her Nephew Paul a little Mouse + Within the Barn had caught, + And in his Pocket to the House + The tiny Creature brought. + + How wrong was Paul, for with Dismay + His Aunt a Rodent viewed, + How wickedly did he repay + Her Kindness oft renewed. + + The Work Box on the Table stood, + He quickly rais’d the Lid, + And ’mongst the Silks it did include + The Mouse securely hid. + + She oped the Box, her Pins to seek, + Out sprang the nimble Mouse, + Oh Mercy! what a dreadful Shriek + Resounded through the House. + + Twas her last Cry, for ne’er again + Aunt Fanny’s Voice was heard: + Depriv’d was she, by Shock and Pain, + Of Pow’r to speak a Word. + + Paul’s Penitence was no avail, + The horrid Deed was done, + Though Good might through his Life prevail, + With Wrong it was begun. + + How dread to think the Innocent + Must suffer for his Crime: + Mark how each Fault, though we repent, + Bears Consequence through Time. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + LAWLESS DISRESPECT + + + Come, James, you well deserve the Cane, + Your Acts my Ire have gained, + To frown I am obliged again + And dear Mama is pained. + + That you to such a Deed should stoop, + And impiously should dare + At Auntie’s Legs to bowl your Hoop + And hurl her through the Air. + + That Lawlessness should stalk abroad + Offends each righteous Heart, + And Children, till Respect’s restor’d, + Must very rightly smart. + + + + + INEVITABLE RETRIBUTION + + + “It is a Shame,” said Albert Gore, + “That I my Top may spin no more, + But to my Book must go; + Whilst James, although the Clock strikes Three, + Still plies his Marbles busily + With Uncle’s Gardener, Joe.” + + “Nay, quit your Sport, your Hand refrain,” + Cried the Preceptor once again; + But, oh! to tell I grieve + That Albert, when he turn’d his Face, + Made so repellent a Grimace + That you would scarce believe. + + And ah! the Wind, at Heav’n’s behest + Changed from the East into the West, + Alas! for Albert Gore, + His Countenance, his glaring Eye, + His Nose outspread, his Mouth awry + Were set to turn no more. + + Oh! what a Warning this should be + For every little Child to see, + For all from Albert run. + The Author of his own Disgrace, + He weeps to think how wry a Face + He’ll wear till Life is done. + + + + + REVENGE + + + When Ferdinand was sent to School + It was his great delight + To pause and plague the Village Fool + ’Gainst whom he had a Spite. + + The poor afflicted Creature dwelt + Alone, hard by a Wood, + Forlorn and desolate he felt, + Oft destitute of Food. + + But Ferdinand for him could feel + No gentle Pity flow, + Nor from his daily plenteous Meal + Would e’en one Crumb bestow. + +[Illustration] + + From Vanity came all the Blame: + How oft we may remark + What fiercely burning Faults will flame + From one small sinful Spark. + + One Sunday morning it had chanced, + As to the Church he went, + That Ferdinand around had glanced + On Admiration bent. + + His Vest was frill’d, his Jacket too + In Fashion’s last Conceit, + His Nankeen Pants, of yellow hue, + Scarce reach’d his Slippers neat. + + A tassell’d Cane swung in his Hand, + He strutted proudly by, + His whole Demeanour a Demand + For Wonder’s envious Eye. + + But oh! what Rage possess’d his Heart + When laughter caught his Ear, + What Pangs of Anger, like a Dart, + Pierc’d him at every Jeer. + + What did he see? with mincing Tread + The Idiot walked behind, + And aped his Gestures, wagged his Head + And smiled with vacant Mind. + + A clumsy Bludgeon took the place + Of Ferdinand’s smart Cane, + And pert young Master’s easy Grace + The poor Fool tried to feign. + + Though Weeks had pass’d, and all should strive + Offences to forget, + Ferdinand’s Soul could but derive + Fresh Cause to fume and fret. + + An evil Thought one Morning leapt + Into his jaundic’d Mind, + And with a Saw he stealthy crept + To where the Stream did wind. + + And through and through he sawed the Plank + That bridg’d the Waters’ play, + Then ’neath a Bush upon the Bank + Concealed and still he lay. + + The Idiot came, he took one Stride, + Fell through, and Heels o’er Head + He sank, and loud for Help he cried, + But guilty Ferd’nand fled. + + Now had the wicked Boy returned + And straight confest his Crime + The guilt of Murder, he had learned, + Had not been his this Time. + + Attracted by the Idiot’s Roars, + At his sad Plight appalled, + His dripping Body to the Shores + A Passer-by had hauled. + + But Ferdinand ran off to Sea + And fought great Bonaparte; + He perish’d soon, by Fate’s Decree, + And broke his Mother’s Heart. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + UNSUITABLE JESTING + + + It grieves me, Emma, much to see + How Pert and Rude you are; + Sure, everybody must agree + From Courtesy you’re far. + + What wicked Rudeness thus to jest + On Mister Barton’s Toes: + Poor Gentleman, he’s Uncle’s Guest, + And Gout gives painful Throes. + + How very ill does it beseem + A Child to play such Part: + The Prisons of the World do teem + With those of unkind Heart. + + + + + THE CHATTERBOX + + + I needs must beg you, Caroline, + To cease your Chatter whilst I dine, + It deafens every Ear. + John Footman cannot hear my Words, + And I have asked him twice for Curds + And still he cannot hear. + + When Uncle Wilmot, from Malay, + Comes here, to make his usual Stay, + He surely will suppose + That he is back in savage Lands, + Where Heathens roam in impious Bands + And feast upon their Foes. + + We all should learn to curb our Speech, + Last Week we heard the Rector preach + Upon this Rule; ’tis true + If he your giddy Talk could hear + His Sermons would be more severe, + And he would preach on You. + + + + + SOLICITUDE + + + Come Matthew! set your Book aside, + And Ann your Shawl put on, + For in the Carriage we will ride + To visit Uncle John. + + The Way is long so Bread we’ll take, + And then, with Cups to fill, + We will alight our Thirst to slake + By some pellucid Rill. + + “Thanks, dear Papa,” the Youth did say, + “But shall we ask Mama + Her kindly Fears aside to lay + Before we ride so far?” + + Yes, thoughtful Boy, his Sire replied, + Your Words I now commend; + Solicitude should be our Guide + With Parent, as with Friend. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + ILL-TIMED LEVITY + + + I scarce can speak, Bartholomew, + I am so much displeased with you + For all that has occur’d: + Aunt Porter, who had come to stay, + Has in her Chariot roll’d away + Without a parting Word. + + Last Night, when all were sent to Dine, + You took a Fish-hook and some Twine + And, leaning o’er the Stair, + When honour’d Guests went by Below + Let slyly down the Hook, and so + Secured it in her Hair. + + Alas! Aunt Porter, long denied + That Crown which is a Woman’s Pride, + And thinking, sure, no Ill, + At Table duly took her Seat + With seasoned Majesty replete + And amiable Good-will. + + At last she rais’d her Hand appall’d + And sudden found that she was Bald, + And for her Speech did strive:-- + The Scene I cannot now pursue, + It has been given to very Few + Such Moments to survive. + + Ah me! you cannot understand + What Pow’r may lie in childish Hand + E’en at such tender Age. + Our Relative in high Disgust + Will make Resentment, deep and just, + Our only Heritage. + + + + + THOMAS AND THE BEGGAR + + + Come, Thomas come, your Mother called, + She saw you in the Street, + And of that Beggar, blind and bald + She watch’d you trip the Feet. + + His little Dog, with Jaws agape, + An angry Protest raised: + But all too late, his Master’s Shape + The Pavement’s Edge had grazed. + + Swift running came Policeman Joe + And, threat’ning, spoke of Jail: + For those who Others overthrow + May deep in Dungeons wail. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + OFFENSIVE MANNERS + + + How nicely little Cecil sits + And eats his Cake in careful Bits, + A Warning, John, to you + Whose Mouth is filled with Beef and Egg, + The Remnants of a Turkey’s Leg, + And half a Dumpling too. + + It really makes me feel quite hurt + To see the Way that you insert + Your Fingers in the Dish; + Such Mouthfuls too have ceased to be + Since Prophet Jonah marv’llously + Was swallowed by the Fish. + + Pray from the Joint remove your Fist, + And do not stubbornly persist + Good Manners to offend. + Some Day you’ll choke upon a Slice, + Or suffocate from too much Rice + And that will be your End. + + + + + CONTUMACIOUS CONSTANTINE + + + Come, Constantine! this sulky Face + I can no more excuse: + Entreat for Pardon, beg for Grace, + My Patience you abuse. + + Your Donkey, Ned, you emulate: + Because Creation’s Plan + Has formed the dumb Beast obstinate + It is not so with Man. + + Your Tongue was giv’n, with contrite Speech, + To own when you offend; + Your Soul Intelligence to teach + And Virtue recommend. + + Your Conduct you can not defend: + It surely was not kind + To throw the Pepper o’er your Friend, + And risk his going Blind? + + Despite his burning, tearful Eye, + Despite convulsive Sneeze, + If ask’d to Pardon he’d comply + With your Desire to Please. + + What! silent still? Then go away: + Until Contrition’s shown + In Solitude upstairs you stay, + For Meals dry Bread alone. + + All stubborn, naughty Children know + That Jam, and Cake, and Pies + Are only meant for those who show + A Nature Mild and Wise. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + DISOBEDIENT EMILY + + + When Emily her Task had done + It was her Nurse’s Rule + To stern forbid her Charge to run + Near Miller Jones’s Pool. + + But Emily did not incline + Kind Nursey to obey, + She saw the Water Lilies shine + That on the Water lay. + + “La!” she exclaimed, “what Nurse desired + She idly spoke in Haste, + Those Plants would fitly be admired + If on the Table placed.” + + And so, with bold, presumptuous Mien + And disobedient Pride, + She hies her to the Meadows green + Wherein the Waters glide. + + To reach the Flowers she plies each Art, + And, in the very Deed, + A Victim to her wilful Heart, + She sinks beneath the Weed. + + Nurse Sukey, from her Window high, + The dire Misfortune views, + Her deaf’ning Scream and frenzied Eye + Proclaim the fatal News. + + Dragged by the Miller and his Wife, + Who haste their Aid to lend, + Young Emily, restored to Life, + Makes Promise to amend. + + “Ah me!” she cries, “tho’ crowned with Slime + And choked with Mud and Leaves, + My Heart may profit, in its Time, + By what my Fault receives.” + + + + + VIOLENCE + + + Pause, Robert, pause: remember Cain! + What’s this you say, Adolphus Bain + Has struck you with his Fist? + Nay, your Resentment lay aside, + Your Playmate you should gently chide + And ask him to desist. + + If he has kicked you in the Chest, + Him you should pleasantly request + His Anger to postpone + Till you have warn’d him how such Deed + May injure Health, and Sickness breed, + And shake Religion’s Throne. + + The Reverend Mister Somerville + Has brought you up extremely ill + If you he has not taught + To know that they who raise the Hand + May come to bear Cain’s awful Brand: + Now Profit by the Thought. + + + + +Transcriber’s Note: + +A stanza break was added after the sixth line of “Inevitable +Retribution.” + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76648 *** diff --git a/76648-h/76648-h.htm b/76648-h/76648-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4e84de5 --- /dev/null +++ b/76648-h/76648-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1118 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <title> + The Infant Moralist | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; +} +/* Heading Styles */ + h1,h2,h3 { + text-align: center; + text-indent: 0em; + clear: both; + font-weight: bold; + page-break-before: avoid;} + +h1 { margin: 2em 5%; /* book title */ + font-size: 160%;} +h2 { margin: 2em 5% 1em; /* poem titles */ + font-size: 130%; + text-align: center;} +h3 { margin: 2em 5% 1em; /* TN */ + font-size: 110%;} + +.nobreak {page-break-before: avoid;} /* use with h3 for epubs */ +.break {page-break-before: always;} + +div.chapter {page-break-before: always; + margin-top: 4em;} + +/* Paragraph styles */ +p {text-indent: 1.25em; + margin-top: .51em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .49em;} + +.p2 {margin-top: 2em;} +.tall {line-height: 150%;} /* Adjust as necessary */ +.center {text-align: center; + text-indent: 0em;} + +/* Font styling */ +.muchsmaller {font-size: 75%;} +.larger {font-size: 120%;} + +/* Links */ +a:visited {text-decoration:none; color: red;} +a:link {text-decoration:none;} /* no UL of any links - useful for html accessibility */ + +/* Rules */ +hr { /*default rule across entire width */ + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; + clear: both; +} + +hr.chap {width: 65%; margin-left: 17.5%; margin-right: 17.5%;} +@media print { hr.chap {display: none; visibility: hidden;}} + +/* Images */ +img { + max-width: 100%; + height: auto; /* avoid max-height w px number */ +} +.figcenter { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; + page-break-inside: avoid; + max-width: 80%; +} + +/* Poetry */ +.poetry-container {display: flex; justify-content: center;} +.poetry {text-align: left; margin: .25em 5% .25em 5%;} +.poetry .stanza {margin: 1em auto;} +.poetry .verse {text-indent: -3em; padding-left: 3em;} +.poetry .indent0 {text-indent: -3.0em;} +.poetry .indent2 {text-indent: -2.0em;} + + </style> + </head> +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76648 ***</div> + +<div class="chapter"> +<h1>THE<br> +INFANT MORALIST</h1> + +<p class="center tall"><span class="muchsmaller">BY</span><br> +<span class="larger">LADY HELENA CARNEGIE</span><br> +<span class="muchsmaller">AND</span><br> +<span class="larger">MRS ARTHUR JACOB</span></p> + + +<p class="p2 center tall">EDINBURGH<br> +R. GRANT & SON, 107 PRINCES STREET<br> +LONDON: R. BRIMLEY JOHNSON<br> +1903</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<!--Pg 2--> +<!--Pg 3--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_003.jpg" + alt="Cruelty to Animals"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<h2 class="break" id="CRUELTY_TO_ANIMALS">CRUELTY TO ANIMALS</h2> +</div> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">How, George! you’re in Disgrace once more,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">What’s this? a tearful Eye,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The tell-tale Feathers on the Floor,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Show me the Reason why.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Why did you free Amelia’s Bird</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Where Harriet’s Tabby pounced?</div> +<div class="verse indent0">You selfish Boy, upon my Word</div> +<div class="verse indent0">I’ll have you soundly trounced.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Your little Cousin’s Tears now see:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Her pretty Songster’s dead;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">A Child so mischievous must be</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Chastis’d, and sent to Bed.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<!--Pg 4--> +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 id="INSENSATE_MISCHIEF">INSENSATE MISCHIEF</h2> +</div> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">What a Commotion in the Town!</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Now has the Steeple fallen down?</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Some strange Event occurr’d?</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Fresh Tidings of the War in France,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Or News of dire Import, perchance,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">The Mayor may have heard.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">See how the People run and point!</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Butcher, laden with a Joint,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Is brandishing his Knife;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Chandler, with a Pot of Lard,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">In tumbling from the Farrier’s Yard,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Upsets the Baker’s Wife.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Parson hurries up the Street,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His Shoes half on, half off his Feet,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">His Surplice flies behind,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And knocking ’gainst the Apple Stall,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Of Widow Clarke, the Apples fall,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">He does not seem to mind!</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Here comes the Guardian of the Laws!</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Pray, tell us, Officer, the Cause</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Of this tumultuous Scene?</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Why, I declare, the Reason’s found,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">’Tis Master Percy, I’ll be bound,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">At Mischief who has been.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">How say you? that an Hour too Fast</div> +<div class="verse indent0">He set the Town Hall Clock; and last,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">On further Mischief bent,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Upon the Belfry Tower he climbed</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And all the Bells he loudly chimed</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Confusion to augment.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">But Retribution’s fatal Sword</div> +<div class="verse indent0">No long Delay will e’er afford</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And soon did Percy smite.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His Footing slipp’d, some Time he hung</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To treach’rous Roofs, but vainly clung</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And fell a giddy Height.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And now upon a Couch of Pain</div> +<div class="verse indent0">He lies with shattered Bones and Brain;</div> +<!--pg 5--> +<div class="verse indent2">But, Pity tho’ we feel,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">We all should strive to realise</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That those whose Actions are not Wise</div> +<div class="verse indent2">From Fate have no Appeal.</div></div> +</div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_005.jpg" + alt="Charitable Louisa"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<h2 class="break" id="CHARITABLE_LOUISA">CHARITABLE LOUISA</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Now Goody Brown and Widow Bond</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Live in a Cottage near the Pond,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And so, Louisa, you</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Must now this little Basket take</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And put in it a Loaf, a Cake,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">A Pound of Sugar too.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Nay! do not frown, ’tis surely good</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That we the Agêd succour should?</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Your Shawl and Bonnet don,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">See, with you faithful Ponto comes,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Perhaps a liking for the Crumbs</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Has urg’d him to go on.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">So onward trips the little Maid,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">All smiling sweet, and unafraid</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Of Gipsies, Tramps and Cows.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Then back she comes, while Goody stands</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And raising up her wither’d Hands</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Calls down her Prayers and Vows.</div></div> +</div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<!--Pg 6--> +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CREDULITY">CREDULITY</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">What Consternation fills the Hall!</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Young Master Frank is miss’d;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">All Day for him they seek and call</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Nor through the Night desist.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Repeatedly had Frank been warned</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Gipsies’ Camp to shun,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">For Truth and Cleanliness they scorned</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And left good Deeds undone.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Alas for Frank! the Gipsy Queen</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Had met him by the Stile,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">With Tales of Fortune she’d foreseen</div> +<div class="verse indent0">She did the Youth beguile.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">“I’ll crown you King, and you shall ride</div> +<div class="verse indent0">In golden Coach,” said she,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">“You’ll ne’er repent if you decide</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To follow Gipsy Lee.”</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">The foolish boy went off to roam</div> +<div class="verse indent0">In search of Wealth and Fame,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And all forgot were Friends and Home</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To his eternal Shame.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">And now with limping Feet he toils</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Behind the Caravans,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">With Tinker’s Tools his Hand he soils</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And sells both Pots and Pans.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">His Parents fond their Son with Tears</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Distractedly deplore:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">They sought him o’er the World for Years,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">But saw him nevermore.</div></div> +</div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<!--Pg 7--> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_007.jpg" + alt="Consequences of Greed"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<h2 class="break">THE CONSEQUENCES OF GREED</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Why, Edward! why this Cry of Pain?</div> +<div class="verse indent0">This Jacket all besmirched?</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Your strict Papa I’ll call again</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And have you soundly birched.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">This pastry, that indulgent Cook</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Had filled for you with Jam,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">With hasty Greed, and envious Look</div> +<div class="verse indent0">You down your Throat did cram.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Now Gluttons! pray attend to me:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">I’ll send for Doctor Bell,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">A Child with Appetite too free</div> +<div class="verse indent0">He always doses well.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<!--Pg 8--> +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="PROFANITY">PROFANITY</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">A Sailor of the name of Park</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Gave Nurse a Parrot gay;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">I think I heard the Man remark</div> +<div class="verse indent0">It came from Paraguay.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">How strange a Sight in distant Lands,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Where Wonders meet the Eye,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To see the Works of Nature’s Hands</div> +<div class="verse indent0">From ev’ry Tree-top fly.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">But Oh! with Shame and Sorrow both,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">I scarce can lisp the Tale,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Its brutal Jest and hideous Oath</div> +<div class="verse indent0">My infant Cheek turn’d pale.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Alas! when all is bright and fair</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That Wickedness should lurk,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Those sinful Words that filled the Air</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Were Man’s ignoble work.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Nurse screamed aloud, the Sailor ran,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Bird spoke yet more plain;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Oh! how I hope the shameless Man</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Will not come back again.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">How very careful we should be</div> +<div class="verse indent0">’Mong those alone to move</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Who shunning, fly Profanity,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And who our Hearts approve.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<!--Pg 9--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_009.jpg" + alt="Envy"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<h2 class="break" id="ENVY">ENVY</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Why, Ellen, such a pouting Face</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Is quite against the Rule:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">I fear you have incurr’d Disgrace,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Or done amiss at School.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">What! Lucy Elton’s rich Pelisse</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Your envious Thoughts inspire?</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And Fanny Jones disturbs your Peace</div> +<div class="verse indent0">When dress’d in gay Attire?</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">You foolish Child, did you but know</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Way their Wealth was gained</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Your Cheeks with honest Shame would glow</div> +<div class="verse indent0">While youthful Life remained.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">For Lucy’s Father robb’d a Bank,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And Fanny’s Sire a Church:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Far from such Wealth you Heav’n may thank</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Your Name can None besmirch.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<!--Pg 10--> + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SCHOOL_FEAST">THE SCHOOL FEAST</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Now Lady Emma at the Grange</div> +<div class="verse indent0">A School Feast has at Heart,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And very kindly does arrange</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That we shall all take Part.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Maria, to avert the Cold,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Her velvet Spencer wears,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And little Jane, of five Years old,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">A Sun-shade gravely bears.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Edward, and Charles, and Sister Fan</div> +<div class="verse indent0">In Joy their Accents raise,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And William Fry, the Garden man,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Puts Dobbin in the Chaise.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Papa assumes the Reins’ control,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Mama her Shawl, and so</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Crack goes the Whip, the Wheels they roll,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And now, away we go!</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">How happy we, with Parents kind</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And Clothes so clean and neat:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Oh! may we always bear in Mind</div> +<div class="verse indent0">’Twas Virtue earn’d this Treat.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="COURAGE">COURAGE</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Mervyn and Charles and little Ann</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Rose early from their Rest;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Who should be First, as out they ran,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">They joyfully contest.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Mervyn was Senior by one Year</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To Charles, whose Summers six</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Exceeded Ann’s, it would appear,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">By Two, and Seven Weeks.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Among the Flowers that smell so sweet</div> +<div class="verse indent0">They pluck’d a Posy gay,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To give Mama a pleasant Treat</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Upon her Natal Day.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<!--Pg 11--> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_011.jpg" + alt="Courage"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">But oh! from off a blooming Rose</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Ann gather’d with Delight,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">A cruel Wasp upon her Nose</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Did suddenly alight.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">She loudly scream’d, and Mervyn seiz’d</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Insect in his Clasp,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Nor loosed his Hold ere it was squeez’d</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And crush’d within his Grasp.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Though painful Stings his Hand inflam’d</div> +<div class="verse indent0">He did not Cry nor Quail,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And kind Mama with Pride exclaim’d</div> +<div class="verse indent0">When Charles told her the Tale.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Such Youths grow up as Soldiers brave,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Or Sailors bold and free;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And thus Britannia’s Flag shall wave</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Supreme on every Sea.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<!--Pg 12--> +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="HEARTLESS_FOLLY">HEARTLESS FOLLY</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Pray, Richard, do you think it right</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To act as you did Tuesday Night</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And make of Age a Mock?</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Admiral, whose Legs you tied</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Whilst he was sitting by my side,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Is indisposed from Shock.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">As he fell prone upon the Floor</div> +<div class="verse indent0">I saw you spying through the Door</div> +<div class="verse indent2">With pert and shameless Smile;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His Daughters kind, who tend his Couch,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">With one accord do freely vouch</div> +<div class="verse indent2">They marked your Purpose vile.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">E’en barbarous Turk or Cariboo,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Or poor idolatrous Hindoo</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Before such Act would pause;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">What should you feel if Admiral Bligh</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Were taken from us to the Sky</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And you should be the Cause?</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Oh! wretched Boy, Elisha’s Bears</div> +<div class="verse indent0">May even now be on the Stairs</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Your Punishment to give:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">For those the Aged who offend</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Are like to come to fearful End,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Or else in Chains to live.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<!--Pg 13--> + + +<div class="chapter"> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_013.jpg" + alt="Politeness"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> +<h2 class="break" id="POLITENESS">POLITENESS</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">What! do I apprehend aright,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">My Boy, my Herbert impolite?</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Oh say! oh say not so.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">I did not see you doff your Hat</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To Lady Charlotte Merton, that</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Is not genteel you know.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">See how polite young Frankie hies</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To ope the Door for General Wyse,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And take from him his Cane.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">In later times, when Frank’s extoll’d,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Your Manner, deemed uncouth and bold,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Will give you bitter Pain.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<!--Pg 14--> + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_RESULT_OF_HEEDLESSNESS">THE RESULT OF HEEDLESSNESS</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Behold that speechless, aged Dame</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Who totters on the Arm</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Of Thomas Brown, his sturdy Frame</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Supporting her from Harm.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Sad is the Tale that I must tell,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Cause that struck her Dumb,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">For to the Shock which her befell</div> +<div class="verse indent0">She nearly did succumb.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Her Nephew Paul a little Mouse</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Within the Barn had caught,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And in his Pocket to the House</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The tiny Creature brought.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">How wrong was Paul, for with Dismay</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His Aunt a Rodent viewed,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">How wickedly did he repay</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Her Kindness oft renewed.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">The Work Box on the Table stood,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">He quickly rais’d the Lid,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And ’mongst the Silks it did include</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Mouse securely hid.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">She oped the Box, her Pins to seek,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Out sprang the nimble Mouse,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Oh Mercy! what a dreadful Shriek</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Resounded through the House.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Twas her last Cry, for ne’er again</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Aunt Fanny’s Voice was heard:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Depriv’d was she, by Shock and Pain,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Of Pow’r to speak a Word.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Paul’s Penitence was no avail,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The horrid Deed was done,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Though Good might through his Life prevail,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">With Wrong it was begun.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">How dread to think the Innocent</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Must suffer for his Crime:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Mark how each Fault, though we repent,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Bears Consequence through Time.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<!--Pg 15--> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_015.jpg" + alt="Disrespect"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="break" id="LAWLESS_DISRESPECT">LAWLESS DISRESPECT</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Come, James, you well deserve the Cane,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Your Acts my Ire have gained,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To frown I am obliged again</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And dear Mama is pained.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">That you to such a Deed should stoop,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And impiously should dare</div> +<div class="verse indent0">At Auntie’s Legs to bowl your Hoop</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And hurl her through the Air.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">That Lawlessness should stalk abroad</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Offends each righteous Heart,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And Children, till Respect’s restor’d,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Must very rightly smart.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<!--Pg 16--> +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="INEVITABLE_RETRIBUTION">INEVITABLE RETRIBUTION</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">“It is a Shame,” said Albert Gore,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">“That I my Top may spin no more,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">But to my Book must go;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Whilst James, although the Clock strikes Three,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Still plies his Marbles busily</div> +<div class="verse indent2">With Uncle’s Gardener, Joe.”</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">“Nay, quit your Sport, your Hand refrain,”</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Cried the Preceptor once again;</div> +<div class="verse indent2">But, oh! to tell I grieve</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That Albert, when he turn’d his Face,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Made so repellent a Grimace</div> +<div class="verse indent2">That you would scarce believe.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">And ah! the Wind, at Heav’n’s behest</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Changed from the East into the West,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Alas! for Albert Gore,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His Countenance, his glaring Eye,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His Nose outspread, his Mouth awry</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Were set to turn no more.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Oh! what a Warning this should be</div> +<div class="verse indent0">For every little Child to see,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">For all from Albert run.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Author of his own Disgrace,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">He weeps to think how wry a Face</div> +<div class="verse indent2">He’ll wear till Life is done.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="REVENGE">REVENGE</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">When Ferdinand was sent to School</div> +<div class="verse indent0">It was his great delight</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To pause and plague the Village Fool</div> +<div class="verse indent0">’Gainst whom he had a Spite.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">The poor afflicted Creature dwelt</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Alone, hard by a Wood,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Forlorn and desolate he felt,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Oft destitute of Food.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">But Ferdinand for him could feel</div> +<div class="verse indent0">No gentle Pity flow,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Nor from his daily plenteous Meal</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Would e’en one Crumb bestow.</div></div> +</div></div> +<!--Pg 17--> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_017.jpg" + alt="Revenge"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">From Vanity came all the Blame:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">How oft we may remark</div> +<div class="verse indent0">What fiercely burning Faults will flame</div> +<div class="verse indent0">From one small sinful Spark.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">One Sunday morning it had chanced,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">As to the Church he went,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That Ferdinand around had glanced</div> +<div class="verse indent0">On Admiration bent.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">His Vest was frill’d, his Jacket too</div> +<div class="verse indent0">In Fashion’s last Conceit,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His Nankeen Pants, of yellow hue,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Scarce reach’d his Slippers neat.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">A tassell’d Cane swung in his Hand,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">He strutted proudly by,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His whole Demeanour a Demand</div> +<div class="verse indent0">For Wonder’s envious Eye.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">But oh! what Rage possess’d his Heart</div> +<div class="verse indent0">When laughter caught his Ear,</div> +<!--Pg 18--> +<div class="verse indent0">What Pangs of Anger, like a Dart,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Pierc’d him at every Jeer.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">What did he see? with mincing Tread</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Idiot walked behind,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And aped his Gestures, wagged his Head</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And smiled with vacant Mind.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">A clumsy Bludgeon took the place</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Of Ferdinand’s smart Cane,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And pert young Master’s easy Grace</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The poor Fool tried to feign.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Though Weeks had pass’d, and all should strive</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Offences to forget,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Ferdinand’s Soul could but derive</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Fresh Cause to fume and fret.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">An evil Thought one Morning leapt</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Into his jaundic’d Mind,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And with a Saw he stealthy crept</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To where the Stream did wind.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">And through and through he sawed the Plank</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That bridg’d the Waters’ play,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Then ’neath a Bush upon the Bank</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Concealed and still he lay.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">The Idiot came, he took one Stride,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Fell through, and Heels o’er Head</div> +<div class="verse indent0">He sank, and loud for Help he cried,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">But guilty Ferd’nand fled.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Now had the wicked Boy returned</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And straight confest his Crime</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The guilt of Murder, he had learned,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Had not been his this Time.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Attracted by the Idiot’s Roars,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">At his sad Plight appalled,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His dripping Body to the Shores</div> +<div class="verse indent0">A Passer-by had hauled.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">But Ferdinand ran off to Sea</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And fought great Bonaparte;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">He perish’d soon, by Fate’s Decree,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And broke his Mother’s Heart.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<!--Pg 19--> +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_019.jpg" + alt="Unsuitable Jesting"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<h2 class="break" id="UNSUITABLE_JESTING">UNSUITABLE JESTING</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">It grieves me, Emma, much to see</div> +<div class="verse indent0">How Pert and Rude you are;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Sure, everybody must agree</div> +<div class="verse indent0">From Courtesy you’re far.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">What wicked Rudeness thus to jest</div> +<div class="verse indent0">On Mister Barton’s Toes:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Poor Gentleman, he’s Uncle’s Guest,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And Gout gives painful Throes.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">How very ill does it beseem</div> +<div class="verse indent0">A Child to play such Part:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Prisons of the World do teem</div> +<div class="verse indent0">With those of unkind Heart.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<!--Pg 20--> +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CHATTERBOX">THE CHATTERBOX</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">I needs must beg you, Caroline,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To cease your Chatter whilst I dine,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">It deafens every Ear.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">John Footman cannot hear my Words,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And I have asked him twice for Curds</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And still he cannot hear.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">When Uncle Wilmot, from Malay,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Comes here, to make his usual Stay,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">He surely will suppose</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That he is back in savage Lands,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Where Heathens roam in impious Bands</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And feast upon their Foes.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">We all should learn to curb our Speech,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Last Week we heard the Rector preach</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Upon this Rule; ’tis true</div> +<div class="verse indent0">If he your giddy Talk could hear</div> +<div class="verse indent0">His Sermons would be more severe,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And he would preach on You.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="SOLICITUDE">SOLICITUDE</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Come Matthew! set your Book aside,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And Ann your Shawl put on,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">For in the Carriage we will ride</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To visit Uncle John.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">The Way is long so Bread we’ll take,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And then, with Cups to fill,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">We will alight our Thirst to slake</div> +<div class="verse indent0">By some pellucid Rill.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">“Thanks, dear Papa,” the Youth did say,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">“But shall we ask Mama</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Her kindly Fears aside to lay</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Before we ride so far?”</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Yes, thoughtful Boy, his Sire replied,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Your Words I now commend;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Solicitude should be our Guide</div> +<div class="verse indent0">With Parent, as with Friend.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<!--Pg 21--> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_021.jpg" + alt="Ill-timed Levity"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<h2 class="break" id="ILL-TIMED_LEVITY">ILL-TIMED LEVITY</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">I scarce can speak, Bartholomew,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">I am so much displeased with you</div> +<div class="verse indent2">For all that has occur’d:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Aunt Porter, who had come to stay,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Has in her Chariot roll’d away</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Without a parting Word.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Last Night, when all were sent to Dine,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">You took a Fish-hook and some Twine</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And, leaning o’er the Stair,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">When honour’d Guests went by Below</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Let slyly down the Hook, and so</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Secured it in her Hair.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Alas! Aunt Porter, long denied</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That Crown which is a Woman’s Pride,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And thinking, sure, no Ill,</div> +<!--Pg 22--> +<div class="verse indent0">At Table duly took her Seat</div> +<div class="verse indent0">With seasoned Majesty replete</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And amiable Good-will.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">At last she rais’d her Hand appall’d</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And sudden found that she was Bald,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And for her Speech did strive:—</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Scene I cannot now pursue,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">It has been given to very Few</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Such Moments to survive.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Ah me! you cannot understand</div> +<div class="verse indent0">What Pow’r may lie in childish Hand</div> +<div class="verse indent2">E’en at such tender Age.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Our Relative in high Disgust</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Will make Resentment, deep and just,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Our only Heritage.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THOMAS_AND_THE_BEGGAR">THOMAS AND THE BEGGAR</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Come, Thomas come, your Mother called,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">She saw you in the Street,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And of that Beggar, blind and bald</div> +<div class="verse indent0">She watch’d you trip the Feet.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">His little Dog, with Jaws agape,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">An angry Protest raised:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">But all too late, his Master’s Shape</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Pavement’s Edge had grazed.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Swift running came Policeman Joe</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And, threat’ning, spoke of Jail:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">For those who Others overthrow</div> +<div class="verse indent0">May deep in Dungeons wail.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<!--Pg 23--> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_023.jpg" + alt="Offensive Manners"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<h2 class="break" id="OFFENSIVE_MANNERS">OFFENSIVE MANNERS</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">How nicely little Cecil sits</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And eats his Cake in careful Bits,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">A Warning, John, to you</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Whose Mouth is filled with Beef and Egg,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The Remnants of a Turkey’s Leg,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And half a Dumpling too.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">It really makes me feel quite hurt</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To see the Way that you insert</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Your Fingers in the Dish;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Such Mouthfuls too have ceased to be</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Since Prophet Jonah marv’llously</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Was swallowed by the Fish.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Pray from the Joint remove your Fist,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And do not stubbornly persist</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Good Manners to offend.</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Some Day you’ll choke upon a Slice,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Or suffocate from too much Rice</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And that will be your End.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<!--Pg 24--> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTUMACIOUS_CONSTANTINE">CONTUMACIOUS CONSTANTINE</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Come, Constantine! this sulky Face</div> +<div class="verse indent0">I can no more excuse:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Entreat for Pardon, beg for Grace,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">My Patience you abuse.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Your Donkey, Ned, you emulate:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Because Creation’s Plan</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Has formed the dumb Beast obstinate</div> +<div class="verse indent0">It is not so with Man.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Your Tongue was giv’n, with contrite Speech,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To own when you offend;</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Your Soul Intelligence to teach</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And Virtue recommend.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Your Conduct you can not defend:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">It surely was not kind</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To throw the Pepper o’er your Friend,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And risk his going Blind?</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Despite his burning, tearful Eye,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Despite convulsive Sneeze,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">If ask’d to Pardon he’d comply</div> +<div class="verse indent0">With your Desire to Please.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">What! silent still? Then go away:</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Until Contrition’s shown</div> +<div class="verse indent0">In Solitude upstairs you stay,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">For Meals dry Bread alone.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">All stubborn, naughty Children know</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That Jam, and Cake, and Pies</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Are only meant for those who show</div> +<div class="verse indent0">A Nature Mild and Wise.</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<!--Pg 25--> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_025.jpg" + alt="Disobedient Emily"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<h2 class="break" id="DISOBEDIENT_EMILY">DISOBEDIENT EMILY</h2> +</div><!--end chapter head--> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">When Emily her Task had done</div> +<div class="verse indent0">It was her Nurse’s Rule</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To stern forbid her Charge to run</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Near Miller Jones’s Pool.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">But Emily did not incline</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Kind Nursey to obey,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">She saw the Water Lilies shine</div> +<div class="verse indent0">That on the Water lay.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">“La!” she exclaimed, “what Nurse desired</div> +<div class="verse indent0">She idly spoke in Haste,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Those Plants would fitly be admired</div> +<div class="verse indent0">If on the Table placed.”</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">And so, with bold, presumptuous Mien</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And disobedient Pride,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">She hies her to the Meadows green</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Wherein the Waters glide.</div></div> + +<!--Pg 26--> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">To reach the Flowers she plies each Art,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And, in the very Deed,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">A Victim to her wilful Heart,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">She sinks beneath the Weed.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Nurse Sukey, from her Window high,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">The dire Misfortune views,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Her deaf’ning Scream and frenzied Eye</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Proclaim the fatal News.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Dragged by the Miller and his Wife,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Who haste their Aid to lend,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Young Emily, restored to Life,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Makes Promise to amend.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">“Ah me!” she cries, “tho’ crowned with Slime</div> +<div class="verse indent0">And choked with Mud and Leaves,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">My Heart may profit, in its Time,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">By what my Fault receives.”</div></div> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="VIOLENCE">VIOLENCE</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">Pause, Robert, pause: remember Cain!</div> +<div class="verse indent0">What’s this you say, Adolphus Bain</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Has struck you with his Fist?</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Nay, your Resentment lay aside,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Your Playmate you should gently chide</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And ask him to desist.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">If he has kicked you in the Chest,</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Him you should pleasantly request</div> +<div class="verse indent2">His Anger to postpone</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Till you have warn’d him how such Deed</div> +<div class="verse indent0">May injure Health, and Sickness breed,</div> +<div class="verse indent2">And shake Religion’s Throne.</div></div> + +<div class="stanza"><div class="verse indent0">The Reverend Mister Somerville</div> +<div class="verse indent0">Has brought you up extremely ill</div> +<div class="verse indent2">If you he has not taught</div> +<div class="verse indent0">To know that they who raise the Hand</div> +<div class="verse indent0">May come to bear Cain’s awful Brand:</div> +<div class="verse indent2">Now Profit by the Thought.</div></div> +</div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<h3>Transcriber’s Note:</h3> + +<p>A stanza break was added after the sixth line of +<a href="#INEVITABLE_RETRIBUTION">“Inevitable Retribution.”</a></p> +</div> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76648 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + diff --git 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