MRS. L. We are alone now, Mr. Sherwood. Ah, if you knew how much I loved
my son, and how unhappy I am!
MARY. I love him, too, in spite of his bad heart.
MRS. L. Well, what are you going to propose? To have him beaten black
and blue? I am ready for anything.
MR. S. Don't be alarmed, madam. It is his heart that is to be put to the
trial; reverses and adversity often soften the heart; when one has
suffered, he knows better how to pity the deprivations and sufferings of
others. Your son has never been contradicted; he may be unkind and cruel
sometimes from thoughtlessness and ignorance. Now, let us put his heart
to a severe trial. Let us pretend that he is Mary's son, and Morris is
really your son. Push the experiment so far as to send him to live with
her, until he is thoroughly humbled, and his faults disappear.
MARY (_starting up_). Oh, no! no! Your trial may all be very fine, but I
will not lend myself to it. No, sir. We are not rich, but we have always
been honest, and I will not have anybody suppose for a moment that I
could have committed such a dishonorable, such an unnatural act. Say
that Morris is not my son? If I should join in such a trick, my husband
would hate and despise me, and rightly too.
MR. S. But, nurse, you forget. It is only supposing.
MARY. Suppose as much as you please, sir; even the suspicion of such a
plot would blacken my name forever. Oh! would any woman deny her own
child?
MRS. L. Listen to me, Mary. I love Edward as much as you do Morris. Do
you think I would abandon my child or disgrace you? Far from despising
you, I shall take care to let everybody know the sacrifice you are
making for my son's sake; and every one will praise you for helping me,
and believe that love for Edward has alone induced you to consent to
this plan. If he should grow up to be a man with such selfish, cruel
ways, it will break my heart. I should be in my grave before many years,
killed by the misconduct of my only child. I have but one objection to
what we are about to do. We shall practise a deception.
MARY (_weeping_). Oh, ma'am, and my son, my poor little Morris, he too
must be deceived; he cannot be in the secret.
MRS. L. I will try to make him happy. I will treat him like my own
child. Remember it is only for a week or two, perhaps only for a day or
two.
MARY. Oh yes, ma'am, I know you will be kind; but suppose in that week,
your fine house, your gay clothes, your grand dinners and suppers should
turn his head, and ruin his loving heart for his parents. If he should
return to us, despising our humble life,--oh! I can't bear it! My child
would be worse than lost to me!
MRS. L. Fear nothing, Mary. Morris is an excellent boy, and not so
easily spoiled. I promise you, that I will so arrange matters, that he
shall be only too glad to come back to you, and be Morris again.
MARY (_coming to Mrs. L. and taking her hand_). Are you sure? will you
solemnly promise this?
MRS. L. (_raising her hand_). I solemnly promise.
MARY (_still weeping_). Well, then, try your trick; but, oh! do not let
it last too long.
MRS. L. (_rings the bell; the servant appears_). Call Master Edward and
Morris here.
_Enter_ EDWARD _and_ MORRIS.
EDWARD. Dear mamma, do you want me?
MRS. L. I told you to order some luncheon for your nurse, and your
brother.
EDWARD. Well, I thought when they were ready, they could go into the
kitchen.
MRS. L. (_covering her face_). Oh! Edward--
EDWARD. What is the matter, dear mamma?
MRS. L. (_aside_). Oh! how shall I say it! (_Aloud._) Do not give me
that sweet title any more.
EDWARD. What? Mamma, what do you mean?
MRS. L. Edward, I am about to tell you something that will pierce your
heart; turn your dear face away from me. You--_you are not my child_.
EDWARD (_turning deadly pale_). Not your child?
MR. S. No, sir; and perhaps what seems to be so great a misfortune now
coming upon you, may prove a blessing in disguise.
EDWARD (_clasping his hands convulsively together_). Not your child?
MR. S. Yes; through love and ambition for their own son, Mary and her
husband were weak enough to change you for the son of Mr. Langdon; to
change the name and dress of the two infants, was all that was
necessary.
MRS. L. And now, Mary, repenting of this, has made me a confession.
Morris is my son and you are hers.
EDWARD. You are _not_ my mother?
MRS. L. No, Edward; but take heart. I shall still love you and take
care of you. Come, Morris; come, my real son, do not cry; come to me.
MORRIS (_rushing into Mary's arms_). Oh, no! no! Mr. Edward has been
your son for so long; keep him, keep him. I cannot leave my mother, I
must go home with her (_bursting into tears_).
MARY. But, Morris, he is my son.
MORRIS. Oh no, dear mother, he will never love you as I do! do not drive
me from you! do not turn your face away! kiss me, mother, and tell me
you will take me away with you. Oh, I see! I must believe it (_wringing
his hands with grief_).
MRS. L. Morris, you are ungrateful! Do you not see what a splendid
change this is for you?
MORRIS. Please excuse me, ma'am; I honor and respect you; but my mother,
who nursed me, and has taken care of me all these years, I _love_ her.
Edward is much handsomer, and far more genteel than I. Oh! keep him and
let me go with my mother!--(_clasps his hands and kneels, while large
tears roll down his cheeks_).
MRS. L. I order you to come with me. I _will_ have it!
MR. S. Remember, she is your mother.
MORRIS (_weeping bitterly_). Oh, how miserable I am!
[_They go out._
EDWARD (_who now thinks himself_ MORRIS, _remains_).
MARY. Well, Morris; that's your name now, you know--what's the matter?
are you sorry to have me for a mother? I shall have to sleep with one
eye open, to keep you out of mischief; but if you are good and work
hard, though I can't give you such fine clothes, I will love you as much
as Mrs. Langdon did.
EDWARD (_his lips quivering_). Oh! she is no longer my mother!
MARY. Well, am I not as good? I don't live in such a fine house, crammed
full of gimcracks; but I've got a dictionary that you can study in, and
big Peter, your father, shall hang a great switch over the mantelpiece,
to remind you that he won't stand any nonsense, or idleness, from you.
Dear me! how glad he will be to see you! Come, run with a hop, skip, and
jump, to the stable, and harness up old Whitenose: it's high time we
were off.
EDWARD (_sighing_). Yes, mother.
MARY. But first bid Mr. Sherwood good-by, and the rest. Thank them all
for their kindness to you; wait here a moment, till I come back.
[_Exit._
MR. S. Well, Edward, or Morris I should say, you see that nothing is
sure in this world: and I cannot but think that this reverse will do you
good. You treated every one except your mother--as you supposed Mrs.
Langdon was--with harshness, insult, and insolence: perhaps now you will
learn, in the very strongest manner, the exact meaning and intention of
the Golden Rule.
EDWARD. Oh, how unhappy I am! The very servants are more fortunate! They
at least can live with Mrs. Langdon.
MR. S. You despised and insulted your own mother; you struck your
brother; suppose he in return should--
EDWARD (_weeping_). Oh stop, I beg, Mr. Sherwood!
MR. S. You weep because you are only the son of Mary and big Peter, a
poor country farmer.
EDWARD. Oh no, sir! if they are my father and mother, I will try to
respect them, but to leave Mrs. Langdon--to be no longer her son--that
is what is driving me to despair. Oh, I shall die! I shall die!
MR. S. Do not be so distressed. Mrs. Langdon will still be very kind to
you. She will love you still.
EDWARD. If she will only think of me sometimes. Will you speak, sir, of
me to her, after I am gone? Will you tell her that my greatest grief, is
leaving her; that I shall never, never, never forget her? Will you do
this, dear Mr. Sherwood?
MR. S. (_with agitation_). Yes, my dear boy, I will.
EDWARD. And will you forgive me for having profited so little by your
lessons; and being so often disrespectful? Please forgive me, sir.
MR. S. Willingly, my child. This is a great change of fortune. An hour
ago, you were rich and well born, now you are the son of a poor farmer.
Try to do your part well in this altered sphere; be gentle and good, and
God will not desert you. Good-by.
[_Exit._
_Enter_ JANE, _with a coarse cap and jacket_, PATRICK _following_.
JANE (_ironically_). How do you do, Mr. Morris?
PATRICK. (_ditto_). Your humble servant, Mr. Morris.
JANE. Will Mr. Morris allow me to show him his new dress?
PATRICK. Will Mr. Morris give me leave to help him on with his jacket?
JANE. Dear me! it fits him to a hair! and the cap too! My! I'm a
thinking you won't be so proud after this; you can't treat _me_ any more
as a servant.
PATRICK. Nor me! You won't beat a double tattoo about my shins again in
a hurry!
JANE. I shan't be snubbed all day long, and told that my nose is as red
as my hair, and my eyes as green as my understanding. What a comfort!
PATRICK (_cutting a caper in the air, and singing_). Hi fol-de-rol! how
happy we shall all be! tide-o riddle rol-de-da!
JANE. What are you crying for, Master Morris?
EDWARD. Oh, how you treat me!
JANE. Why! Is not that the way to read the proverb? "As you have done to
others, they shall do to you."
PATRICK. You don't seem to see it. We are only giving tit for tat.
EDWARD. You are right, I deserve it all! Jane, Patrick, forgive me! I
beg your pardon.
JANE (_looking very sorry_). Poor child! poor little fellow!
PATRICK. After all, he has not a bad heart!
EDWARD. Please forget all the injuries I have done to you, and try not
to hate me when I am gone. Will you, dear Jane? will you Patrick?
JANE (_bursting out crying_). Oh! oh! what a pity, what a pity!
PATRICK. It is dreadful!
JANE. He will have to plough and hoe in the ground!
PATRICK. And kill pigs, and drive the cow!
JANE. Why couldn't that stupid Mary hold her tongue after keeping the
secret thirteen years, and settle down for life with that clumsy Edward.
I hate the sight of him! I don't believe, but what it is all a trick she
is trying to play off.
PATRICK. I'll bet my head, it is!
EDWARD. Don't insult my mother. She is poor, but honest. I cannot hear
you accusing her.
_Enter_ ANDREW _with a basket, shovel, and rake._
ANDREW (_whistles_). Wheugh! Is it true then, that Master Edward is not
Mrs. Langdon's son?
JANE. Yes, indeed! Just look at the poor boy; we are so sorry for him!
and though he has teazed us a great deal, we feel for him with all our
hearts.
ANDREW. Just so with me. He has put me in a rage no end of times, and
when I was scolded before you all, this morning, I was as mad as a wasp
with the toothache. But since I have heard of his great misfortune, I am
sure, I would not bear him malice for the world; so I have come to make
friends with him, before he goes away.
EDWARD. Dear Andrew! (_He weeps again._)
ANDREW. Here! I have brought you a basket and some tools; they will be
useful to you in your new situation; and here is my silver watch, it
goes splendidly! but you must not wear it every day, you must save it
for Sundays. I give it to you, that you may remember me, and say, "My
friend Andrew gave me this watch, because he loved me."
EDWARD. How kind you are to me, who have deserved it so little! Pray
forgive me, and forget my bad conduct.
ANDREW. I forgive you with all my heart! and now that you are in
trouble, I remember nothing. I will come to see you next Sunday evening,
and bring you some nice little present. Keep up a stout heart, and a
stiff upper lip; you are not used to work, and at first it will come
very hard; ploughing is not quite so easy as playing cat's cradle, and
backgammon in the parlor. You will have no dancing, unless a mad bull
gallops after you, when, no doubt, you will practise double quickstep to
perfection. All the gay pleasures you have now, will be lost to you; but
there is one happiness, worth all the rest, which you can keep if you
please; and _that is a clear conscience_. Serve God, love your parents,
and work faithfully, and you will be sure to possess this great
blessing, and consequently be happy.
EDWARD. Thank you, Andrew, for such good advice; but will you all love
me when I am gone?
ALL THREE AT ONCE. Yes, indeed! Always!
EDWARD. Will you then promise, sometimes to speak kindly of me to Mrs.
Langdon?
ANDREW. We promise.
JANE (_crying bitterly_). Oh! oh! this is too much. I can't bear it.
Good-by, dear Master Morris.
EDWARD. Won't you kiss me, Jane?
JANE. Oh, yes, with all my heart. (_Kisses him._)
PATRICK. Please shake hands with me, Master Morris.
ANDREW. And me too.
EDWARD. Good-by, good-by; all my dear friends!
_Enter the real_ MORRIS.
EDWARD (_who has turned away and don't see him_). And this is the dress
I am always to wear. I am Morris, son of Mary and big Peter! Oh, I can
bear that; but to leave Mrs. Langdon--to be no longer her son--to have
no right to her love--oh! oh! I shall die!
MORRIS. Good morning, brother.
EDWARD (_without turning round_). Good morning, Master Edward.
MORRIS. You seem angry with me; but you are wrong. If I have injured
you, it is not my fault. _I_ did not do it of my own will; and yet I
have come to beg your pardon.
EDWARD. It is not your fault.
MORRIS. But--don't you love me?
EDWARD. Why do you ask, sir?
MORRIS. I call you "_brother_," and you call me "_sir_."
EDWARD (_with effort_). Well, if you wish it, I will call you _brother_.
MORRIS. And love me like one?
EDWARD. Yes.
MORRIS. Well, now, I'm going to try you. Here, do you see these things?
I found them in your pockets. This gold watch, this pocket book full of
money, this yellow pin, with a little ball in the middle of it, which
looks like glass--I really thought it was glass, and the pin copper, but
they say it is a diamond set in gold, and worth more than all the rest.
Then I asked Mrs. Langdon if she had given me all these grand things to
do just as I pleased with. She said, "Certainly"--and I have come as
fast as ever I could with them to you!--take them!
EDWARD. Thank you. I'd rather you kept them.
MORRIS. Do you refuse your brother?
EDWARD. What could I do with such finery--they do not suit my humble
station?
MORRIS. But it is not for yourself that I give them.
EDWARD. I don't understand you.
MORRIS. They are for your poor mother; for your father who works so
hard, and is so patient and good. To scrape together money enough to pay
his rent troubles him dreadfully; and so the very first time the
landlord comes, give him all these gimcracks, on condition that he
leaves him alone for the rest of the year.
EDWARD. Yes, I will do this; give them to me.
MORRIS. Here they are. Will you promise me one thing more?
EDWARD. What is it?
MORRIS. It is that you will love your father and mother dearly.
EDWARD. Yes, Morris; I will try.
MORRIS. And tell them every day that I shall never forget them; and when
I am a man, and you are too, you shall all come and live with me, and
you and I will have everything together, just like two brothers--will
you?
EDWARD. Yes, brother--(_Morris clasps him in his arms, and says_)--"Oh,
how happy you have made me!"
_Enter_ MRS. LANGDON, MR. SHERWOOD, _and_ MARY.
MRS. L. Ah! that is a pleasant sight. I am delighted to see you such
good friends. I wish you to love each other always.
MORRIS. I promise you we will, ma'am--I mean, mother. We are friends and
brothers from this day.
MRS. L. (_to_ EDWARD). All is ready for your departure, Morris. I would
like to have kept you for some days; but Mary says she must take you
with her. Be a good boy; respect and love your father and mother, and
help them in their work all you can. Remember me; and, be sure, I shall
never forget you.
EDWARD(_throwing himself at her feet, and weeping convulsively_).
Mamma--madam, grant me one favor, I implore. Oh! my heart is breaking.
MRS. L. (_with emotion_). What is it?
EDWARD. I cannot leave you. Keep me here, for pity's sake! I will be
your servant. I will wait on your son. I will obey him. I will obey
every one in the house. Let me stay!--oh! let me stay!
MORRIS (_kneeling by him_). Oh! since you are my mother, be his mother,
too! do not send him away. See! we ask it on our knees! You will have
two sons, and he shall be the best.
MRS. L. (_aside to_ MR. SHERWOOD). This is killing me. I cannot bear
it! I must speak! (_She covers her face, sobbing_).
_Enter_ ANDREW, JANE, _and_ PATRICK.
ANDREW. Mrs. Langdon, we come to make you an offer, which we beg you to
agree to, or else we shall all three feel obliged to quit your service.
MRS. L. Well--what is it, Andrew?
ANDREW. Well, ma'am, it is that you will keep this poor little fellow,
Morris, with you, and give us leave to treat him the same as Master
Edward; and as we do not want any one to lose by this, we offer to have
a third of our wages taken off, which you will please give to Mary and
big Peter every month, to make up to them for the loss of their son's
services.
EDWARD. Oh, my kind, generous friends! never will I forget this proof of
your love!
MRS. L. But only this morning you all three made terrible complaints
about him.
ANDREW. But we don't bear malice, and he is so unhappy! We have
forgotten all he did to annoy us. Please, ma'am, to keep him.
EDWARD. No, Andrew; you have taught me what is _my_ duty. I belong to my
father and mother, and I am ashamed that in my misery I forgot it. The
poorer they are, the less I ought to leave them. Good-by, all my
friends: love and protect Mrs. Langdon and my brother, and forget my
many faults if you can. Good-by, Edward. Come, mother, let us go.
MRS. L. (_weeping_). Mr. Sherwood!
MR. S. Yes, it is enough. Embrace your son! he has proved himself worthy
of you!
MRS. L. (_throwing her arms around him_). _My son, my darling!_
EDWARD (_amazed_). You, my mother! You!!
MRS. L. Yes, my son. This was only a plot to try you. Your heart has
proved good and noble! and I am the happiest of mothers.
MORRIS (_rushing to Mary's arms_). And I--am I your son still?
MARY (_kissing him_). Yes, my boy; my own boy!
MORRIS. Oh, be joyful! how happy I am!
EDWARD. But, Morris, don't you want to stay with me?
MORRIS. No! no! I have been too much afraid already that I should never
see my dear father again. What a good hug I mean to give him!
EDWARD (_giving_ MORRIS _the watch, &c._) Here, take all these
things--now I give them to you.
MORRIS. Oh no, you must keep them.
EDWARD. But what about that cross old landlord?
MORRIS (_laughing_). You are right. Give them to me.
MARY. Is it for the rent? Why, big Peter will dance a jig on the kitchen
table for joy.
MR. SHERWOOD. Good mothers, love your children with all your hearts, but
do not spoil them. Remember, it is education and pious training which
develop in their hearts the seeds of good or evil; and you, Edward, do
not forget the lesson you have received, of "DOING UNTO OTHERS AS YOU
WOULD THAT OTHERS SHOULD DO UNTO YOU."
THE LITTLE PLAY MITTENS.
THE play was finished amidst a tremendous clapping of hands, and the
curtain fell.
Then the company began to talk just as fast as they could. They were
astonished at seeing the play so well acted, and laughed over and over
again when they recalled the comical little gardener and waiter, who
wore such funny dresses, and knew their parts so perfectly, and acted
with such serious faces. Minnie came in, too, for her share of
praise,--indeed, every one was excellent; and when the children made
their appearance a few minutes afterward--still dressed as they were in
the play--they were received with more clapping of hands, and this time
with plenty of kisses too.
After that, some ice cream and cake were handed round; and then the
company went home perfectly delighted, resolving in their own minds to
get up something themselves in behalf of the soldiers. So certain is it,
that one good action will prompt another.
The Little Mother hastily counted over the nice warm mittens with their
thumbs and fingers sticking out in every direction, while the children
looked on with breathless interest.
"Fifty-seven pairs," said the Little Mother.
"Fifty-seven pairs!" echoed the children, with a shout that made the
windows rattle. "Oh, goody! goody! goody! how glad we are!" and they
danced round the pile which lay on the floor in perfect ecstasies.
"How glad brother George will be!" said Willie.
"Oh, if he could only have been here to-night," said Clara, and her
loving eyes filled with tears.
The Little Mother's lip trembled. She knew that her soldier boy, sooner
or later, must know what a battle was; and a prayer rose in her heart
that a Protecting Power would guard him from harm, and return him safe
to her loving arms.
The children kissed her softly, and tenderly, and went quietly off to
bed, almost forgetting that Santa Claus was to come that very night, and
fill their stockings. But _he_ did not forget; for when the bright
morning sun of the clear, cold Christmas day, peeped in at the nursery
windows, he certainly must have thought that Santa Claus had considered
these children as pinks and patterns of perfection; for there were no
less than three new dolls; a grocery store for them to shop at; two
elegant workboxes with "Anna" engraved on the lid of one, and "Clara" on
the other; a beautiful writing desk, filled with nice pens, ink, and
paper, for Johnny; a mahogany tool chest, completely filled, for Harry;
an entire set of Cousin Alice's excellent and interesting books, for
Bennie and Willie; a most charming little book, called "Our Little
Girls," for Lillie; and two others by the same author, who is a
minister's daughter, as good as she is lovely, for Minnie. These were
called "A Little Leaven," and "Two Little Heaps;" and, let me tell you,
Minnie considers them the best books that ever were written; while
little Fanny's favorite was, and is, the "R. R. B's." It is the history
of a dear little Robin Redbreast and his family; and Fanny says it is a
"darling book."
The dear absent soldier brother was not forgotten. On the table were
two packages directed to him. One of these contained a dozen fine
hem-stitched pocket handkerchiefs, with the initials of his name
beautifully worked in a corner of each. This had been done by Anna, who
was very skilful in such dainty arts. The other package consisted of a
complete set of Dickens's works, in strong, plain, but very neat
bindings.
"Oh," cried Harry. "George will stand on his head for joy, when he gets
these; he will be so tickled! The very books he was longing to own!"
"How _can_ he stand on his head?" asked Bennie.
"This way," answered Harry, and going up to the side of the room, he
suddenly lifted his feet in the air, resting them against the wall, and
stared at Bennie with his face upside down, and the top of his head on
the carpet.
The children laughed heartily, and as a matter of course, all the little
brothers began to practise standing on their heads, till they nearly got
fits of apoplexy, with the blood rushing the wrong way.
After they had returned from church that morning, every one of them
wrote to George a company letter, wishing him a merry Christmas, telling
him all the wonderful news about the little play; and informing him of
the quantity of mittens which were coming. They had now finished
eighteen pairs, to add to their fifty-seven, which their friends had
given them. These seventy-five pairs, were to be sent away the next
morning; but George's presents were to be carefully kept until his happy
return home; for he could not put all those precious books in his
knapsack; and as he might move from one place to another very often, the
less he had to carry in marching, the better.
The smaller children felt an almost reverential affection for their
soldier brother, who had gone away to fight for his country. They
regarded his letters as perfect wonders, with Camp Ellsworth printed on
the outside of them, and such superb capital D's and G's inside. The
little ones did not know _how_ he could make such splendid letters,
sitting in a tent, with the paper on his knee, ready to drop it at a
moment's warning, and flash fire and shot out of his gun, at the enemy.
They were quite sure he would be a General in a very short time, and
Johnny had serious thoughts of writing to the good President Lincoln,
and asking him to make George one without waiting any longer. Indeed, he
_did_ write: but his mother thought it best not to send it: though I was
sure the President would have liked it very much; for he is such a
great-hearted, good man, such a pure patriot; and I happen to know that
he loves children dearly. Here is Johnny's letter. It is a simple, funny
little epistle, full of trust and faith.
"PRESIDENT LINCOLN:
"_My Dear Friend_,--Do you know my big brother
George? He is such a good boy! He never teazes us,
or the cat, or anybody. Mary O'Reilly (that's our
kitten) always rubs her coat against his legs when
he comes home; so you see that is a sign that he
is never cruel to animals. He once tried to teach
a crab at Long Branch to dance the polka, but he
didn't hurt it; no, indeed!
"Please, my dear friend, to make him a General,
with a long sword, saddle, bridle, and a whack fol
de rol; though I don't know what that is--I heard
a soldier singing it--and I will come and hug and
kiss you as hard as a rock.
"Clara and Anna say, they will hug and kiss you
too, if you will make George a General; only you
must promise not to scratch their faces with your
beard, as papa sometimes does--just for fun, you
know. Besides which, my dear friend, they will
give you a mitten apiece. How would you like that?
They make lots for the soldiers, out of skeins of
long yarn; mamma says you are a famous fellow for
spinning splendid yarns yourself. Ours is dark
blue; but mamma says, yours are all the colors of
the rainbow, and a great deal of black besides;
and everybody is delighted with them, and all the
soldiers love you, and I am your
"affectionate friend,
"JOHNNY."
I should not be in the least surprised, if the good President should
answer this letter after he sees it here; and send his answer to Mr.
Appleton for Johnny. If he does, I will tell you all about it, as sure
as my name is Aunt Fanny. Meanwhile, you must know that the fifty-seven
"little play mittens," as the children called them, and the eighteen
pairs, which they had made this time, and which they called their "two
story mittens," have gone to the brave soldiers. Do tell me, my little
darlings, how many have been sent altogether; now that we have come to
the
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Transcriber's Notes:
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Page 12, first word of chapter smallcapped to match rest of text.
Page 34, "enugh" changed to "enough" (and sure enough)
Page 38, "perfecty" changed to "perfectly" (so perfectly happy)
Page 65, "itelf" changed to "itself" (fastened itself)
Page 80, in the cast list Mr. was smallcapped to match the rest of the
cast and usage.
Booklists, the booklist starts with page three in this edition.
Page 4, "glit" changed to "gilt" (Extra cloth, gilt edges)
Page 6, the asterism was represented by three asterisks.