then rising he took her little white hand, and led her in triumph,
followed by all the company, to the next room, where a splendid throne
had been erected. A beautiful crown of flowers was placed on Jessie's
head, and gave new beauty to her soft and curling brown hair. Frederick
also had a handsome crown. Sceptres were placed in their hands, and then
they arranged their court. Kate was made a Duchess, at which she grew
quite dignified; there were plenty of Earls and Countesses, and the
sweet little maids of honor and the pages stood behind the throne.
They then formed a procession, to return to the parlor, and in an
instant a march burst forth from a band of music which had been
concealed for the purpose.
At this unexpected event, his Majesty jumped so high that his crown
tumbled off, and the Queen was in such a delightful agitation that she
could not confine her steps to a walk, and so the King, and the Queen,
and the Duchess, and all the maids of honor and pages, ran
helter-skelter, as fast as they could, and took places for dancing.
Never were merrier hearts or brighter eyes than now leaped and shone in
that little party. The Queen was the gayest of all, and the King was
nearly out of his wits with joy, to find himself and Jessie once more
friends. Little Kate got so tired of being a Duchess that she skipped
about like a little fairy, and all the lords and ladies, and maids of
honor and pages, were so merry and so full of innocent fun, that they
looked a great deal more like little republicans. And so the happy
evening concluded, to the satisfaction of all.
The next morning, Mrs. Stanley asked her children if they had had a
pleasant party.
"Oh, yes!" they both answered; "it was perfectly delightful; and Jessie
was as pleasant as she could be, and seemed to have forgotten all about
the quarrel."
"She behaved very well indeed," said Mrs. Stanley, "and I think after
this you will not allow any thing to disturb your friendship. Jessie is
a good, warm-hearted girl, but she has been allowed to indulge sometimes
in fits of ill-temper, and has not been taught to be good to those who
wait upon her. If you were to talk to her with kindness and forbearance,
you would convince her that this was wrong. Her own heart would soon
tell her so. You must not expect her to do better all at once; but no
doubt, with a little patience on your part, and a little trying on hers,
she will find her happiness much increased by being kind to those
beneath her, and in time she will feel that in this country all are
equals, though for one night she _was_ a May Queen."
THE APPLE DUMPLING.
A long time ago, there was a little old woman that lived away off in the
woods. She lived all by herself, in a little cottage with only two rooms
in it, and she made her living by knitting blue woollen stockings, and
selling them.
One morning the old woman brushed up the hearth all clean, and put every
thing in order; then she went to the pantry and took out a great black
pot, and filled it full of water, and hung it over the fire, and then
she sat down in her arm-chair by the fire. She took her spectacles out
of her pocket and put them on her nose, and began to knit on a great
blue woollen stocking.
[Illustration: "'Oh dear! oh dear! that's bad! that's bad!' cried the
old woman."]
Pretty soon she said to herself, "I wonder what I shall have for dinner?
I believe I will make an apple dumpling." So she put her knitting down,
and took her spectacles off of her nose, and put them in her pocket, and
getting out of her arm-chair, she went to the cupboard and got three
nice rosy-cheeked apples. Then she went to the knife-box and got a
knife, and then she took a yellow dish from the dresser, and sat down in
her arm-chair, and began to pare the apples.
After she had pared the apples, she cut each one into four quarters.
Then she got up again, and set the dish of apples on the table, and went
to the cupboard, and got some flour and a lump of butter. Then she took
a pitcher, and went out of doors to a little spring of water close by,
and filled the pitcher with clear, cold water. So she mixed up the flour
and butter, and made them into a nice paste with the water; and then she
went behind the door and took down a rolling-pin that was hung up by a
string, and rolled out the paste, and put the apples inside, and
covered the apples all up with the paste. "That looks nice," said the
old woman. So she tied up the dumpling in a nice clean cloth, and put it
into the great black pot that was over the fire.
After she had brushed up the hearth again, and put all the things she
had used away, she sat down in her arm-chair by the fire, and took her
spectacles out of her pocket and put them on her nose, and began to knit
on the big blue woollen stocking.
She knit eight times round the stocking, and then she said to herself,
"I wonder if the dumpling is done?" So she laid down her knitting, and
took a steel fork from the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid of the pot
and looked in.
As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off of her nose, and fell
into the pot.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!--that's bad, that's bad," said the old woman.
She got the tongs, and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them with the
corner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and then she stuck
the fork into the apple dumpling.
The apples were hard. "No, no, no," she said, "it is not done yet."
So she put on the lid of the pot, and laid the fork on the mantelpiece,
and sat down in her arm-chair, and began to knit again on the big blue
woollen stocking.
She knit six times round the stocking, and then she said to herself--"I
wonder if the dumpling is done?"
So she put her knitting down, and took the fork from the mantelpiece,
and lifted the lid of the pot, and looked in.
As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off of her nose, and fell
into the pot.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!--that's bad, that's bad," said the old woman.
She got the tongs and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them with the
corner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and took the fork
and stuck it into the dumpling. The apples were just beginning to get
soft.
"No, no, no; it is not quite done yet," said the old woman.
So she put on the lid of the pot, and laid the fork on the mantelpiece,
and sat down in her arm-chair, and began to knit again on the big blue
woollen stocking.
She knit twice round the stocking, and then she said to herself--"I
wonder if the dumpling is done?"
So she laid down her knitting, and took the fork from the mantelpiece,
and lifted the lid of the pot, and looked in.
As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off of her nose, and fell
into the pot.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!--that's bad, that's bad," said the old woman.
She got the tongs and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them with the
corner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and took the fork
and stuck it into the dumpling.
The apples were quite soft. "Yes, yes, yes; the dumpling is done," said
the old woman.
So she took the dumpling out of the pot, and untied the cloth, and
turned it into a yellow dish, and set it upon the table.
Then she went to the cupboard and got a plate, and then to the knife-box
and got a knife; then she took the fork from the mantelpiece, and drew
her arm-chair close up to the table, and sat down in it, and cut off a
piece of the dumpling, and put it on her plate.
It was very hot, and it smoked a great deal, so the old woman began to
blow it. She blew very hard. As she was blowing, her spectacles tumbled
off of her nose, and fell into the dumpling.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!--that's bad, that's bad," said the old woman.
She took her spectacles out of her plate, and wiped them with the corner
of her apron, and said to herself--"I must get a new nose. My nose is
so little, that my spectacles will not stick on my nose."
So she put her spectacles into her pocket, and began to eat the
dumpling.
It was quite cool now. So the old woman ate it all up, and said it was
very good indeed.
THE DENTIST.
One day little Emily's Grandma said to her--"My dear child, you must go
with me to-day to the dentist's, and have some of those teeth pulled
out. They are growing so fast and so crooked, that you have not room
enough in your mouth for them all."
"Dear Grandma," said the little girl, "will it hurt me _very_ much?"
"Yes, my dear," replied her Grandma, "it will hurt you a great deal, but
you must try to bear the pain; it will not be long."
Poor little Emily sighed, and the tears stood in her eyes. She knew that
her Grandmother always told her the exact truth. She knew that she
would suffer a great deal of pain, because her Grandma had told her so.
It is always the best way to tell a little boy or girl the exact truth.
If Emily's Grandma had said that it would not hurt her to have her teeth
pulled out, it would have been very wrong, and Emily would not have
believed her another time, when she was to have any thing done to her.
This little girl had no Mother. Her Mother was dead, and her Grandma
took care of her, and was very kind to her, and Emily loved her dearly,
and so she made up her mind to go and have her teeth out, without any
trouble, because her Grandma was in bad health, and she knew that if she
cried and made a great fuss about it, it would trouble her, and perhaps
make her sick.
Now was not this thoughtful and good, in a little girl, only seven years
old? I hope all the little boys and girls that read this will try to be
as good.
After dinner, Emily and her Grandma put on their things, and went to the
dentist's house. The little girl trembled when the door was opened, but
she walked in without saying a word.
They went into the parlor, for there were some persons up stairs in the
dentist's room, and they had to wait.
"Grandma," said Emily, "may I look at the books on the table? It will
keep me from thinking about my teeth."
Her Grandma said she might, and the little girl was soon quite
interested in looking at the pictures in the books, and showing them to
her Grandma.
In a little while the servant came to tell her she could go upstairs.
Her heart beat fast, but she went up to her Grandmother, and said, "Dear
Grandma, you are not well; you look quite pale to-day. Do not go with
me; I will go alone, and I promise you I will be a brave little girl."
She kissed her Grandma, and ran out of the room.
When she entered the room up stairs, she saw two ladies there. She
stopped; but the dentist said, "Come in, my little girl, do not be
afraid, I will be as gentle as I can."
The ladies saw that she was alone, so one of them went up to her and
took her hand. She was an old lady, and wore spectacles, and she looked
very kind and good. So the dear little girl let the dentist lift her
into the great chair, and take off her hat, and the old lady kept hold
of her hand, and said, "It will be over in a minute, my dear child," and
then she pressed her little hand so kindly, that Emily felt quite
comforted.
The other lady was a young lady, and she too felt sorry that Emily was
to suffer. She wanted to smooth her hair, and give her a kiss; but she
thought that the little girl might be afraid of so many strangers, so
she sat down very quietly.
When the dentist had looked into Emily's mouth, he saw that four teeth
must come out. So he got the instrument, and held her head tight with
his arm.
Emily turned pale, but she kept quite still, and did not cry or scream;
and the dentist pulled out the four teeth, one after the other, without
a sound from her lips.
When they were all out, some large tears came from her eyes, and rolled
down her cheeks; but she only said "Thank you," to the lady that held
her hand; and, putting her handkerchief to her mouth, she ran down
stairs.
"My darling child," said her Grandma, "how well you have behaved; I did
not hear the least noise."
"No, Grandma," replied Emily, "I tried very hard not to scream; I was
determined to be quite still; and a good old lady like you, Grandma,
held my hand, which was a great comfort. But, oh! Grandma, it _did_ hurt
me.
"My dear child, I know it did," said her Grandma; "you are the best
little girl in the world, and a happiness and a treasure to me."
After Emily had gone, the ladies who had witnessed her good conduct, and
admired her courage, asked her name and where she lived, and one of
them, the young lady, sent her a pretty little gold ring with a blue
stone in it, and a little note containing these words:
"For the dear little girl, who had the courage to bear a great pain
nobly."
Emily was very much pleased with this little present; it was so
unexpected. She could not find out who had sent it to her.
I hope all the little boys and girls will read this story with
attention, and when they go to the dentist's they will think of Emily,
and try to imitate her good conduct.
[Illustration: James putting his father's wig on the poor boy's head.]
THE WIG.
Julia and her brother James were very early, one cold winter morning,
sitting in the basement. They were not wicked children, but they were
very thoughtless, and sometimes they did a great deal of mischief.
I am afraid they were doing mischief now, for Julia was sitting by the
window, cutting up Mamma's apron to make a dress for her doll; and James
was kneeling on the rug, pulling pieces of worsted out of it and
throwing them into the fire, and seemed very much amused as he watched
them rolling about and curling up with the heat.
While they were thus employed, two children passed the window.
"Only look, brother," said Julia, "at these poor children. How cold they
must be! see, the little boy has no hat on, and his toes are coming out
of his shoes, and the little girl's frock is all ragged."
"Let us call them in," said James, "and they can warm themselves by the
fire."
As James said this, he tapped on the window, and the little children
came to the basement door. James ran and opened the door, and said,
"Come in, poor children, and warm yourselves." He placed his own and his
sister's little chair for them by the fire, and then Julia and he went
into a corner of the room to consult together what they should give
them, to make them warm.
Now the Father of these children had had the misfortune to lose his
hair, and he was obliged to wear a wig. Every night, when he went to
bed, he used to take off his wig, and hang it upon a nail in his
dressing-room, and put on a white night-cap with a long tassel at the
end of it.
The morning that I am telling about, he was not yet up, as it was very
early; and the wig was hanging on the nail, as I have told you.
James looked at the poor little boy. He saw that his ears were very red
with the cold, and he said to his sister, "I will go up stairs, and find
something to put on his head."
So he ran up stairs very fast, and went into his Father's dressing-room
and looked all round. Presently he saw the wig hanging on the nail.
"Oh!" said he to himself, "that is just the thing. It will come all over
the poor boy's ears, and keep them very warm indeed."
So this thoughtless little fellow climbed up on a chair, and pulled the
wig off the nail, and then went into the closet and got a pair of new
boots of his own; and running down as fast as he could, he pulled the
wig over the poor boy's ears, and helped him on with the boots. They
fitted exactly, for James and he were very nearly of the same size.
While he was doing this, Julia had dressed the little girl in a nice
warm frock of her own, and also made her a present of her school muff,
and the little beggar children went away, highly delighted with their
good fortune, and were out of sight long before any one had come into
the room to prevent all this mischief.
When their Father got up, he opened the door of his bed-room, which led
into the dressing-room, and began to dress himself. Presently he went to
the side of the room where he had hung up his wig the night before. The
nail was empty. There was no wig on it. He looked down on the carpet,
and on all the chairs, and in all the drawers, but there was no wig to
be found. He rang the bell, and said to the servant, "Do you know any
thing about my wig?"
But the servant said she had not been in the room. She did not know
where it was.
Now only see, what trouble these children had made for their kind
Father; and how ashamed and frightened they were, when they saw him come
into the basement room with his night-cap on, and their Mother with him,
looking very grave, for she was afraid that the children knew more about
the wig than any body else.
"James," said his Father, "do you know where my wig is?"
At first James was afraid to speak; but although these children were
heedless, and fond of doing mischief, they were not liars. So James came
close to his Father, and said, "Dear Papa, I will tell you the truth. I
am afraid I have been very naughty. I gave your wig to a poor boy who
had no hat, and I gave him my new boots too, for his shoes were full of
holes. I am very sorry, Papa. Please to punish me, and forgive Julia."
"Why, what has Julia been doing?" said her Mamma and Papa at the same
time.
"I gave the little girl my new frock, and my school muff," said Julia,
"she looked so cold. Her little hands were nearly frozen."
"My dear children," said their Father, "I do not blame you for wishing
to be kind to the poor, but do you not see how wrong it is to be so
thoughtless, and what trouble you give your Mother and me by such
conduct? If you do not think before you act, you will always be in
mischief, and perhaps do a great deal of injury. To make you remember
this--you, Julia, must go to school for two weeks without a muff, and
wear your old dress; and you, James, must have your old boots patched,
and wear them instead of the new ones which you gave to the poor boy."
The children submitted to this punishment without a murmur; but they
were dreadfully grieved when they saw the trouble they had made for
their dear Father, who could not leave the house, or attend to his
business for two whole days, as it took all that time to have another
wig made for him. They even could not laugh when the kitten climbed up
the back of his chair, and tried to play with the tassel of his
night-cap; and ever after, when they were going to do a thoughtless
thing, they would recollect their Father's wig in time to stop; and at
last they got to be as careful and thoughtful, as they were before
heedless and mischievous.
THE BOYS' SCHOOL.
Not very long ago, Mr. Harrison kept a boarding-school for little boys,
in a delightful village in Connecticut. He took twenty boys to educate,
and he was so kind, and had such a pleasant way of teaching, that the
boys were happier with him than they would have been at home.
When the boys came in the spring, Mr. Harrison gave to each of them a
little plot of ground for a garden; and the little fellows were very
busy during play-hours, in preparing and arranging their gardens. They
had permission to go to the gardener and get just what seeds they
wanted; so some of the boys planted melons and cucumbers, and some
pumpkins and radishes, and two of them made an elegant flower-garden.
They put their ground together, and erected a little hill in the centre,
with a path all round it, and all the borders they planted with
lady-slippers, and coxcombs, and mignonette, and sweet alysum, and many
other pretty flowers; and when the flowers came out, their garden gave
quite a brilliant appearance to the place.
The boys had also a very large play-ground, and in it, their kind
teacher had had a number of gymnastic fixtures put up, for their healthy
exercise and amusement. There was a very high pole, with four strong
ropes fastened to the top of it, and an iron ring at the ends of the
ropes. The boys would take hold of the rings, and run round as fast as
they could; then lifting their feet off the ground, away they would fly
in the air, round and round, like so many little crazy monkeys. There
was one little chap that could climb up one of the ropes like a cat, and
hang upon the top of the pole.
Then they had swinging bars, and jumping bars, with a spring-board to
jump from, and wooden horses, and a climbing pole, and several other
things; but what was better than all, they had a funny little ragged
pony, and a short-legged, long-eared donkey, for their especial use, and
many were the fine rides they had on their backs.
Sometimes, to be sure, the pony had a fashion of dancing a slow jig on
his hind legs, with his fore feet in the air; but the boys were used to
that, and stuck on like wax, until the dance was finished; then the pony
would trot off very peaceably.
The donkey, too, had a way of putting his nose to the ground, and
pitching his rider, head over heels, on the grass. But the boys were
used to that too, and did not mind it in the least. They would jump up
and shake themselves, and try again, and by dint of poking and punching
the sides of the sulky little animal, he would after a while make up
his mind to go. When he had once done _that_, it was all right. You
would think he was the most amiable donkey in the world. The pony's name
was Napoleon, and the boys called the donkey "Old Pudding-head."
Twice a week, during the summer, Mr. Harrison took the boys to bathe in
a fine pond, where such as could would swim, and the rest would tumble
about in the water; and altogether, he was so kind to them that the boys
thought there never was a better teacher, or such a famous
boarding-school.
I have not yet told you that they learned any thing. I suppose you all
think that playing was the principal thing they went to that school for.
But if you do, you make a great mistake, for the greater part of every
day was spent in the school-room.
Mr. Harrison made school-time very pleasant. He seldom had to punish a
boy for bad conduct or neglect in getting his lessons. He always
encouraged them to ask questions about their studies, and told them
never to learn any thing by rote, like a parrot, but to come to him when
they did not understand a lesson; and he always made it so clear that it
was a pleasure to learn. Sometimes a boy would ask a foolish question,
which would make the rest laugh; but then Mr. Harrison would say it was
better to be laughed at for trying to learn, than to grow up a dunce.
In this way the boys would improve so much, both in mind and body, that
their parents left them with Mr. Harrison as long as he could keep them;
and both the boys and their parents were very sorry when the time came
for them to leave, for Mr. Harrison would not take any boy after he was
fourteen years of age.
One afternoon, after school, the boys were all busy weeding in their
gardens, when one of them suddenly cried out, "Phil, do you know how
long it is to the Fourth of July?"
"To be sure I do," answered Philip; "it is just four weeks and four
days."
"So it is, I declare," said Thomas, the first boy who had spoken. "Boys,
I'll tell you what we will do. Let us all write to our parents, for an
immense lot of fireworks; then, we will club together, and keep all,
except the crackers, for a grand display of fireworks, in the evening."
"Oh yes, yes," cried all the boys, "that is an excellent idea."
"I will ask Mr. Harrison," said Phil, "to help us fix the wheels and so
forth, for all I ever fixed myself, stuck fast, and would not go round
at all."
"I mean to write for lots of Roman candles," said Frank, "they look so
beautiful going up. They look like planets with wings."
"_I_ will go largely into the snakes and grasshoppers," said another
boy; "it is such fun to see the boys cutting round to get out of the
way."
"We'll make some wooden pistols, to put the crackers in," said another
boy.
"Yes, and I will send for a little brass cannon that my uncle Major
Brown gave me," said another.
Just then the bell rang for tea, and the boys, putting their little
rakes and hoes into their tool-house, ran in to wash their faces and
hands, and brush their hair. Then they took off their overalls or coarse
pantaloons, which they wore when at work in the garden, and hung them up
in the play-room. They had a nice large play-room for playing when the
weather was unpleasant.
It was astonishing what large quantities of bread and butter, and
apple-sauce, these boys consumed for their supper, for working out of
doors in the fresh country air, is sure to make people hungry, and boys
especially are always ready for eating. After supper Mr. Harrison made a
prayer, while all the boys knelt at their chairs around the table. Then
they were permitted to play out of doors again until the sunset. Phil
and Frank allowed themselves to be harnessed to a hand-wagon, and
galloped off at full speed, with two of the smaller boys in it. The rest
had a game at leap-frog, and Mr. Harrison and his family sat in the
porch watching and admiring the gorgeous tints lent to the clouds by the
rays of the setting sun, and sometimes laughing heartily at the capers
of the boys.