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devoted her leisure to ornament the castle with a
number of pictures representing the different
periods of her life ; and the whole country re-
joiced alike in Mr. Saville'a happiness, and that
of the two foster sisters.



BY MRS. SIGOURNEY.

THE Lady-Bug sat in the rose's heart,

And smil'd with pride and scorn,
As she saw a plain-drest Ant go by,

With a heavy grain of corn ;
So, she drew the curtains of damask round,

And adjusted her silken vest,
Making her glass of a drop of dew

That lay in the rose's breast.

Then she laugh' d so loud, that the Ant look'd up,

And seeing her haughty face,
Took no more notice, but travell'd on

At the same industrious pace :
But a sudden blast of autumn came,

And rudely swept the ground,
And down the rose with the Lady-Bug fell,

And scatter'd its leaves around.



48 THE LADY-BUG AND THE ANT.

Then the houseless Lady was much amaz'd,

For she knew not where to go,
And hoarse November's early blast

Had brought both rain and snow ;
Her wings were chill, and her feet were cold.

And she wish'd for the Ant's warm cell,
And what she did when the winter came,

I'm sure I cannot tell.

But the careful Ant was in her ntest,

With her little ones by her side,
She taught them all like herself to toil,

Nor mind the sneer of pride ;
And I thought, as I sat at the close of day,

Eating my bread and milk,
It was wiser to work and improve ray time,

Than be idle and dress in silk.






RELATED BY MISS FANNY H. . . . *

MY papa is a member of Parliament, and goes
to London for many months in the year, and
mamma generally accompanies him. I went once
to stay at our house in London, but we younger
ones seldom are there, as mamma says the coun-
try is much better for our health whilst we are
so little. Of late, my elder sisters have been in
the habit of going up to town with their govern-
ess, (when papa and mamma are there,) that
they may have the advantage of the best mas-
ters.

We have been generally left in the family

* This tale, and the one entitled " The Gipsey,"
are taken from a very interesting little work, called
"Tales of a School-Room," which has met with an
extensive sale in England, and is now in press by the
publisher of the Scrap-Book.



50 NURSERY" DISCIPLINE.

mansion, in Derbyshire, a very pretty place with
a great many gardens and woods surrounding it.
There we were under the care of a nurse, a good
old body, who lived in the family before I was
born. I suppose she had been with mamma
twenty years, for she said she had seen us all
grow up, and I am one of the youngest.

Mamma trusted fully in her, and said that she
knew better than any one how to manage chil-
dren, particularly if we were ill, or there was
any thing the matter. I dare say she thought
so, for nurse used to be very good natured to us
sometimes, and I believe she was truly kind
hearted, but she had an odd way of showing it,
and I do not think she had found out the right
method of keeping us in order.

There were three or four ill the nursery, of
whom I was the youngest but one. Once, I
remember being nurse's chief favorite, and I
used to be petted and spoiled above all the others;
but when baby was born, by degrees she gave
all her love away to him, and used to scold and
drive me away, when I expected to have, my
former indulgences.

Then I heard her complain to the servants
below stairs, and those that came to see her from



NURSERY DISCIPLINE. 51

other houses, that we were the most cross, ill-
tempered, good-for-nothing children that ever
were seen, always quarrelling with her, or with
one another, and impossible to manage.

Notwithstanding this, I have heard her whis-
per to the housekeeper, when any other young
ones came to the house, " I declare our children
beat them all hollow, in their beauty and pretty
behaviour; they look like a real gentleman's
children." If any of us were ill, how kind she
was ! she would sit up with us all night, and in
the day she would never leave our bed-side,
except to get what we wanted ; and if she had
to give us medicine, there were sugar plums and
nice things provided for us to take after it ; or
she would carry us about in her arms, and let us
sit on her lap as long as we liked. Then I used
to love her dearly, and thought I would never
quarrel with her again. But nurse said we
always grew cross when we were getting well.
I am sure she did ; for her behaviour was quite
changed when we were able to run about again ;
then it was, " Master John, you troublesome
boy, you are always in mischief;" or " Master
George, let those things> alone, do, sir ;" or " Miss
Fanny, you are always the worst of all ! " and



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then she used to twitch me up, and lock me in a
dark closet, and tell me if I was not a good
girl, the black man would come and carry me
away.

I was sadly frightened at this threat, for I fully
believed what she said at first; and when we
walked out, if I met a chimney sweeper, I used
to run shrieking to her. Then nurse told me, if
I would be good, she would not let him take me
away this time.

By and bye, when we grew older and wiser,
we found that sweeps came for other purposes
than to carry away little girls and boys, and so
when she tried to frighten us about the black man,
we said we should like to go with him very well,
and that we thought it would be fine fun to climb
up the chimney, and creep upon the house-top.

So she saw that would not do any longer, and
I suppose she thought of another plan for " ruling
such spirits," as she used to call us.

We used now to hear her talking with the
maids who waited upon us in the nursery, about
ghosts and haunted houses ; and many a strange
tale excited our curiosity, and made us inquire
for more. I told you we lived in an old mansion :
it was rather a strange place, with long galleries.



NURSERY DISCIPLINE. 53

and a great many doors in them, and oddly shaped
rooms, hung round with old family pictures. We
were very fond of running up and down the galle-
ries, and playing hide and seek in the empty
rooms, so as sometimes to give nurse a great deal
of trouble to find us ; but after we heard these
tales we dared not venture into such places.
There was one picture that always looked so at
me when I came into the room; and another,
that we heard nurse declare had walked out of
its frame when papa's great grandfather would
go to the wars, where he was killed. And then
there was a dark dismal closet, where they said
such strange noises were always heard, if any
thing was going to happen to the family. That
closet was our especial dread, and if nurse had
fulfilled her intention of locking me up there one
night, when I was very naughty, I really believe
I should have never come out alive. The very
idea of the fright I was in makes me shudder
now.

I only wish every one could know what dread-
ful effects arise from thus treating children. 1
was quite afraid in the winter time to go to sleep,
and I was so glad when the light nights came,
and I could close my eyes while the sun was up ;
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54 NURSERY DISCIPLINE.

for in the dark I lay awake thinking about all
the stories I had heard, of the ghosts that were
sent to frighten children, and to ' spirit them
away,' as nurse called it, till I used to hide ray
head under the bedclothes, and cry myself to
sleep.

You will wonder I did not complain to mamma,
but she was not often in the nursery, and when
she did come, nurse was always so good natured
to us, that she would not have believed me if 1
had said any thing. We used to go in to dessert;
or when mamma had company in the morning
we were rung for ; and after being dressed in our
smart frocks, and our hair brushed carefully by
nurse, we went down. Oh, then she was very
proud of us ! and as she handed us in, she used
to say how pretty we looked, and bid us hold up
our heads, and behave nicely, that all the ladies
and gentlemen might admire us in our new
frocks.

Poor nurse ! I do think she loved us, in the
midst of all her crossness, and perhaps if she
had known how wretched she made me by these
horrible tales, she would not have told them.
They frightened me so much, that although I was
always thinking about them, I could not have
repeated them to any one for the world.



NURSERY DISCIPLINE. 55

I do not know what woula have become of me,
but for a circumstance that happened. My elder
sisters had a new governess, and she was so kind
as to take a great deal of notice of little Fanny,
and sometimes invited me into the school-room,
where 1 sat upon her lap whilst my sisters were
reading to her, and now and then she gave me a
little lesson too, which I liked very much.

Nurse was very civil generally to Miss Wat-
son, but in the nursery she used to scold terribly
about my going into the school -room, for I often
tried to steal away, and crept softly along the
passage and up the stairs, and opened the door
gently and said, " May I come in ? I promise
not to speak a word, if I may be here." Dear
kind Miss Watson seldom said no ; and though
I heard much said in the nursery what a shame
it was for governesses to interfere with children
before they were given to their care, &c., I did
not mind. Nurse said she had taken a great
deal of pains " to learn Miss Fanny her book,"
and that it was quite time enough for her to have
other things besides reading and spelling ; that
none of her elder sisters were taken away so
early, and such things, which was very odd, when
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wished that I was entirely out of the nursery. If
ever I did any thing naughty, 1 heard, " Is that
what you learn in the school-room, miss ?" or, " I
am sure, Miss Fanny, you are not half so pretty
in your manners as you used to be before the
governess came." All this, however, I only
laughed at, for the pleasure of going to Miss
Watson quite made up to me for it. Now and
then I used to take a walk with her and my sis-
ters, and Johnny too, for he was my eldest sister's-
pet, and she begged leave for him to go. Then
we used to hear such pretty stories about animals,
and she picked flowers, and taught us their
names, and showed us curious birds and insects.
As to the frogs, and lizards, and beetles, that I
used to be so afraid of before, I began to see how
pretty they were, when Miss Watson used to take
them in her hand, instead of teaching us to FUD
screaming away, as the maids did. Even the
lead, that they told me would spit fire if I touched
it, never did me the least harm when I stooped
down to admire its eyes, and the pretty spots on
its back. I loved to hear about all these crea-
tures, and how wonderfully God had made them,
and how kindly he had provided exactly the food
they wanted, within their reach.



NURSERY DISCIPLINE. 57

I think I never shall forget the nice lessons
which we had while we were walking out, for we
gained a great deal from them, though they
seemed like pretty stories. I believe I shall be
the happier for these walks all my life, for now I
cannot help listening to the different voices of the
birds, and examining the roots of the trees for
pretty moss ; or watching the busy little ants, or
peeping under the bark of old trees for the <5uri-
ous families of insects. Oh ! I remember the
spiders we watched, and how delighted 1 was to
be shown the nests of the carpenter and mason
bee ; the one in a tree, and the other in an old
wall. When we came home, we often brought
flowers in our hands, or curious things we had
picked up ; but no sooner did nurse see them,
than she cried out, " That's your walking is it?"
I thought little ladies and gentlemen went out for
exercise, and not to do their lessons abroad."
And when Johnny said, " Oh, nurse, do look at
these pretty specimens !" she scolded us, and
complained of Miss Watson in such a manner,
and threatened that if we dared to bring home
any more " specimens," she would throw them
all in the fire, for she would not have such a
litter in the nursery !

5*



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I know I was very troublesome often, and diffi-
cult to manage, and what they called a high
spirit. I was afraid of nothing, except ghosts,
and that nurse knew very well, which made her
use such cruel means to keep me in order.

At last it happened that John and George had
a fever, and I was removed from the nursery
bedroom, lest I should take it. Miss Watson
very kindly offered to let my little bed be placed
in her room, which was a long way from the
nursery, and opened into the room where my
sisters slept. I was happy enough there ; no
scolding had I to bear, but I was gently desired
to do every thing, and I obeyed directly. I staid
in the room while my sisters were at lessons, and
though I was sometimes tired, yet I had nice
pictures and books given me to amuse myself,
and when she had time, Miss Watson would
carry me to the piano and teach me a tune, and
that I liked very much indeed.

One night, and it was winter time, my sisters
were gone down into the drawing-room, and Miss
Watson staid with me. It was nearly my bed-
time, but just before that, she went out of the
school-room to her own, leaving me aloue. 1
dared not say, " pray let me go with you," but 1



NURSERY DISCIPLINE. 59

felt so frightened, and when she shut the door
after her, 1 did not know what to do.

1 told you that ours was an old-fashioned house,
and in the room where I was, there were dark
paper hangings, and a great Chinese screen was
put up always in cold weather. I drew close to
the 1 fire, and I looked and looked at the screen,
for fear any one should come from behind it ;
and I thought of the terrible tales I had heard,
till I began to think some of the painted figures
were really coming towards me. Oh, I was so
frightened ! I never shall forget that night as
long as I live. I ran to one of the window cur-
tains, and wrapped myself tight in it, hardly
<laring to breathe, and I listened to every noise.
At last I heard the door open, and a gentle step
came across the room. Then I set up a dreadful
scream, and cried out, " the ghost !" But it was
only Miss Watson, who, finding me in my hiding-
place, gently undid the curtain, led me out, and
seated me on her lap. She waited a little, and
soothed me, and then said, " What is the matter
with my dar little girl ?"

" Oh, ma'am," I replied, " I was afraid of
being left alone, because of the ghosts, and I
thought you were one coming."



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" A ghost !" she said, smiling, " and what i s a
ghost, dear ^anny ?"

" Oh, I don't know, ma'am, indeed, only nu rse
says they are horrid things that come by night,, to
naughty people."

" My child," she said, " listen to me ; do you
think I would do any thing to frighten or h art
you ?"

" No, that you would not," said I, throw! jig
my arms round her neck.

" And why not, dear ?"

" Because you love me, don't you?"

" Yes, indeed I do," she answered, " and yotr
know we cannot hurt those we love. But do ycu<
know, my Fanny, there is one who loves you
better than I do, who is above all ?"

" Yes, ma'am ; you mean God."

" And do you think that he who is so kind and
good, would send beings to torment you?"

" But," I said, " I am so often a naughty child,
and I do not deserve that God should love me at,
all."

" Nor do any of us," she said. " God does?[
not love you or me, because we are good, but;
because he has pity upon us. Do you not
dear, what he has done for you ?"




u:i(i s-it by my side till I fell asleep." p. 01.



NURSERY DISCIPLINE. 61

" Yes," I answered, " He gives me food and
clothes, and takes care of me all the day,"

" And something better still, dearest child,"
she said.

" I do not know," I answered, for I had never
then heard about it. So she went on to tell me
how wicked we all were, and that all the world
must have perished, had not God sent his dear
Son, Jesus, to die for our sins.

" But do you know, ma'am," I said, " nurse
told me I had a good heart, though I am often so
troublesome ; a much better one than Johnny,
who tells lies, and is often cross and unkind."

" That is a mistake," she answered, " for God
himself has said, ' there is none righteous, no
not one,' and we must all be saved by Jesus
Christ, or we never shall find the way to heaven. >T

" But how do you know this is so?" I asked
her.

" Because it is written in the book of God,"
she said, " and he cannot lie."

As she went on thus talking to me, I forgot
my fright, and I could have listened to her much
longer, only it was my bed-time. Then she was
so kind, she went with me to her room, and sat
by my side till I fell asleep.



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After that, on other days, she told me a great
deal about the care that God lakes of us, and
how he gives his angels charge over us, so that
nothing can come nigh to harm those that love
him.

And she taught me such a nice text from the
Bible, to say when I lie down to sleep. It was,
" Behold he that keepeth Israel shall neither
slumber nor sleep." And she told me to pray to
God to watch over me, for Jesus Christ's sake.
She said we could have nothing given us but for
his sake ; so we were always to ask in his name.

By degrees I began to be much less afraid
when I was left alone. I knew that God was
every where, and could take care of me. But
one day I said to Miss Watson, " I remember
when you first told me how God loved the world,
and I think if I could be sure that he loved me,
I should never be afraid of any thing again."

She said " you have only to believe the words
that God has said, just as you do my words, or
that of any other friend whom you know would
not deceive you, but with this difference, T might
make a mistake, but he cannot."

And then I asked her what he had said about
loving me ?



NURSERY DISCIPLINE. 63

So she shewed me a text, which says, " He is
the propitiation for our sins," (that means, she
said, that Jesus Christ died for us,) " and not for
ours only, but also for the sins of the whole
world."

Then she said, " Are not you one that lives in
the world, Fanny T

" Yes," I said, " but how am I to know that
he loves me ?"

She answered, " The words of Jesus are,
* Him that cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast
out.' "

I next wished to know how I could come to
him. She asked me what I should do if I
wanted any thing of her ? 1 said I should ask
her for it. Then she taught me some sweet
beautiful texts, which comforted me very much,
and they were these : " The eyes of the Lord
are over the righteous, and his ears are open to
their cry," and " Call upon me in the day of
trouble, I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify
me."

I found, too, as I read more about Jesus Christ
in the Bible, that he is so good and kind, that
when he was on earth he never sent away one
who came to ask his mercy.



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And Miss Watson said, " Surely he would not
do less for us now, when he told his disciples,
' All power is given unto me in heaven and earth,'
and ' Lo, I am with you always, even unto the
end of the world.' "

Do you know that I learned so much about
these good things, and liked them so well, that I
no longer minded the ghosts, and I used to go in
and out of the rooms in the dark, and along the
passages alone, without any fears.

I should tell you, that after this I had scarcely
any thing to do with nurse. She went out with
my little brothers for change of air, and happy I !
was left with my sisters in the school-room, to the
care of Miss Watson.

There I continued for a year, till my sisters'
education was finished, and dear Miss Watson
was married to a clergyman, who lives not far
from this neighborhood, so that she could not
teach me any more.

She persuaded my mamma to send me to this
school, and she has given me a kind invitation to
go and see her whenever I can. Once I have
been to the happy little parsonage, and I hope to
stay with her all the next vacation, when the rest
of my family will be in London.



BY JANE TAYLOR.

THE night was dark, the sun was hid
Beneath the mountain gray ;

And not a single star appear'd
To shoot a silver ray.

Across the heath the owlet flew,
And scream'd along the blast,

And onward, with a quicken'd step,
Benighted, Henry past.

At intervals, amid the gloom,
A flash of light'ning play'd,

And show'd the ruts with water filFd,
And the black hedge's shade.

Again, in thickest darkness plung'd,
He group'd his way to find ;

And now he thought he spied beyond,
A form of horrid kind.
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66 THE HAND POST.

In deadly white it upwards rose,

Of cloak or mantle bare,
And held its naked arras across,

To catch him by the hair.

Poor Henry felt his blood run cold

At what before him stood ;
But well, thought he, no harm, I'm sure,

Can happen to the good.

So calling all his courage up,

He to the goblin went ;
And eager through the dismal gloom,

His piercing eyes he bent.

And when he came well nigh the ghost,
That gave him such affright,

He clapt his hands upon his side,
And loudly laugh'd outright.

For 'twas a friendly hand post stood,
His wandering steps to guide ;

And thus he found that to the good,
No evil should betide.



THE HAND POST. 67

And well, thought he, one thing I've learnt,

Nor soon shall I forget,
Whatever frightens me again,

To march straight up to it.

And when I hear an idle tale

Of goblins and a ghost,
I'll tell of this my lonely walk,

And the tall white Hand Post,



5FSIS

RELATED BY MISS HARRIET S. . . .

OCR little friend, Miss Fanny, has given a
lively detail of the effects of superstition upon
her mind. Though several years older than she
is, I can well enter into her feelings. It is true
no one ever attempted to act upon my mind pre-
cisely in the same manner, and yet I know that
the influence of superstition has been employed
to keep me in order.

I have a great deal to tell you about this, but I
must first begin, as the others have done, with a
little of my private history.

We live in a pretty place, in the neighborhood

of . My papa and mamma are very good

people, and are much thought of in that part of
the country ; for they are very kind to the poor,
and active in benevolent societies.

I was brought up entirely at home till 1 was



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between ten and eleven years old, and mamma
and my eldest sister taught me. It was then
considered better for me to go to school, that 1
might have some advantages which were not to be
obtained in a private education. But dear mamma
could not bear to part with me to any distance, or
for a long time together. She, therefore, gladly
listened to the advice of some friends, who recom-
mended a school just on the other side of the
town where we lived, and I was sent there as a
weekly boarder. I returned home every Satur-
day, and remained till Monday. I felt the com-
fort of this, especially at first, when I went out as
a stranger ; for when I came home I used to tell
them all that had happened, and show them how
I had got on with my lessons, and who I liked or
disliked among my schoolfellows. I had always
been accustomed to speak to mamma about every
thing, and I never liked to be engaged in any
thing without her knowledge. Sometimes I won-
dered how she could have the patience to hear all
my childish stories about the school, and my
companions, and the teachers, and the walks we
took, and the little adventures that occurred.
But she did seem to like very much to hear it all,
and she would put in a good word of advice now
6*



/U THE GIPSEY.

and then, of which I thought a great deal ; for I
had always believed my mamma the wisest woman
in the world, and I never had any idea of the
sense of persons who differed from her in opinion.
I used, therefore, to be so surprised, when I quoted
her sayings, to hear the young ladies ridiculing
the good advice she gave ; and when any thing
was done that I thought wrong, and I threatened
to appeal to her judgment in the affair, they called
me " tell-tale," and some of them whispered, " I
hate those weekly boarders, that go and make
stories at home of all we do."

By degrees, they persuaded me that it was
wrong to repeat what I saw and heard. Perhaps
it was as well not to carry home all the little
things of no consequence ; but whatever occurred
of a more important kind, certainly ought to have
been communicated : for I have often observed,
how dear mamma, in a few words, would set before
me the folly of something or other I wished to do,


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