THE ALCOTT BABY BOOK
BRONSON ALCOTT wrote the first Baby Book, a book which throws new light
on the character of the lovable philosopher, showing one of New
England's intellectual leaders as a very human and lovable man as well
as "a fond and foolish father."
His Baby Book, however, contains no minute record of the first tooth, or
when the baby began to say "Goo" and "Pitty light"; rather it is the
father's earnest effort to learn how early in life the infant mind
begins to awaken, to indicate comprehension, thought, or logic. As
Maeterlinck studied the bee, so Alcott studied his children, and his
findings are a revelation, even to-day, when the study of the child has
become a science.
Mr. Alcott considered vital the development of the child's individuality
and mind; the body seemed to him of secondary importance, for this
disregard of the material care of his family he has been severely
censured; but, not recognizing in his own life the claims of the body,
devoting all his energies to mental growth, it is not surprising that he
found his fatherly duty in the guidance of his children's minds. His
firm faith in the admonition, "Seek ye first the kingdom of heaven, and
all these things shall be added unto you," was to him excuse enough for
considering the intellect more than the body.
His practical shortcomings reaped a rich and unexpected reward in the
next generation, for Louisa M. Alcott would probably not have developed
her original and highly entertaining literary gift without the
vicissitudes caused by her father's impractical nature and his sublime
faith that at all times and in all emergencies the Lord would provide.
He did provide; but Louisa was usually the channel, and many of her
stories were written under the whip of stern necessity.
Doing without has its advantages. The Alcott children, never overfed,
overentertained, overburdened to baby boredom with dolls and toys and
games, developed appreciation, observation, and ingenuity. The creative
faculty was aroused. They found resources within themselves. What a
handbook Louisa might have written on How to be Happy though Poor!
Mrs. Alcott's keen sense of humor, a characteristic inherited by Louisa,
often came to her rescue and allowed her to get fun out of a harassing
situation. In a letter to her brother, Colonel May, praising her
husband's intellect, she laughingly comments upon his disregard of
physical necessities: "I am not sure that we shall not blush into
obscurity and contemplate into starvation."
But, to get back to the baby book, or, as Mr. Alcott called it, "the
psychological history," it was started with a high and unselfish motive;
it was developed to an astonishing degree. Its purpose and scope are
best expressed in this extract from Mr. Alcott's journal:
The history of a human mind during its progressive stages of
earthly experience has never as yet, I believe, been attempted.
Faithfully compiled, from verified data, it would be a treasure
of wisdom to all mankind, replete with light to the
metaphysical and ethical inquirer. Comparative philosophy
deduced from an observation of man during all circumstances and
stages of his existence is a thing yet unthought of among us.
From such a work the unity of Humanity might be revealed.
When Anna was born, the father began keeping a record of her "physical
and intellectual progress." When she was seven weeks old, her mother
wrote: "It seems as if she were conscious of his observations and
desirous of furnishing him daily with an item for this record."
The following excerpt from the father's diary shows how well Anna
succeeded in her baby attempt:
I am much interested in the progress of my little girl, now
five months old, which I have recorded from the day of her
birth. This record has swollen to a hundred pages. I have
attempted to discover, as far as this could be done by external
indication, the successive steps of her physical, mental and
moral advancement.
Moral advancement of a baby five months old!
BIRTH OF LOUISA
On November 29, 1832, his thirty-third birthday and also the natal day
of his friend, Ellery Channing, the poet, Mr. Alcott chronicles an
"interesting event," how interesting the father little dreamed, nor how
important, not alone to the house of Alcott, but to the world. Under the
heading of Circumstances, the father thus records the birth of Louisa
May Alcott:
A daughter born, on the 29th. ulto., my birthday, being 33
years of age. This is a most interesting event. Unless those
ties which connect it with others are formed, the wants of the
soul become morbid and all its fresh and primal affections
become dim and perverted.... Few can be happy shut out of the
nursery of the soul.
While the New England philosopher was studying the development of his
little daughters and deducing therefrom facts for his psychological
history, these same little daughters were developing him, for, as the
child nature unfolded, the father's understanding of childhood expanded.
Thus the baby book grew:
The influence of children I regard as important to my own
improvement and happiness. It is also necessary to the
prosecution of my studies. Dwelling in the primal regions which
I wish to explore, they are the purest manifestations of its
phenomena, and the only subjects from which humanity is to be
interpreted in its purity.
When Anna was three years old and Louisa eighteen months, the father
writes in his journal:
I passed some time with the children, fitting up their
playthings, conversing with them and learning as far as I could
through the subtle meaning of looks, accents and gestures,
their thoughts and feelings. The avenues to the spirit are all
open, but how dim are our perceptions, how cold our sympathies,
to appreciate the pure and bright things which glitter in the
arena of the young mind! How little of this fairy land do we
know--we, whose early associations have all been swept from the
heart--over whose spirits have passed the cold winds, the
pelting storms, withering and destroying the heart's young
verdure! What is there to unite us with the spirit of a child?
What have we in common with its joyous yearning for the
beautiful, its trust in human sayings, its deep love for those
on whom it relies for attention and support, its vivid
picturing of ideal life, its simplicity, its freedom from
prejudice and false sentiment? Where are these to be seen in
our dim nature?
He might have answered the question by looking within himself. Child
companionship kept alive the spirit of the Alcott boy, which constantly
shone through the man's philosophy. As the boy saw in every rock and
tree and flower an expression of the Infinite, is it any wonder that the
man should have recognized God's higher manifestation in the child, and
should have written in his journal these lines, which are the very
glorification of fatherhood and reveal the sacredness with which he
looked upon his stewardship?
He who deals with the child deals--did he know it--with the
Infinite. Within the young spirit committed to his care are
infinite capacities to be filled, infinite energies to be
developed, and on him devolves the amazing responsibility--sacred,
personal, all his own--of filling these capacities, unfolding
these energies, from the stores and life of his own spirit. This
is his office as a parent. But how can he who knows nothing of the
Infinite within himself call it forth and direct its forces in
others?
From the first, Louisa must have shown strong individuality and unusual
tendencies, for Mr. Alcott's notes on Louisa are entitled "Observations
on the Vital Phenomena of My Second Child." A more vital, lovable,
contradictory specimen of childhood cannot be imagined. Blessed with her
father's brilliancy of mind, her mother's quick wit and love of fun,
Louisa furnished a problem for endless study. She was less than two
years old when her individuality had so asserted itself that her father
found himself puzzled and admitted that elements were finding their
way into his observations of whose origin he could give no account. "My
analysis, however accurate and elaborate, was still imperfect, and I was
left in doubt. I had made no provision for the admission of innate
influences from the mind itself."
Here is a quaint little record of the Alcott babies' school days, when
Anna was four years old and Louisa a little more than two:
At school Anna reads, marks and listens to conversations and
stories. Louisa works with her in all except the reading and
marking. They have a playroom, where they enjoy their own
amusements, uninterrupted by the presence of adults--often a
bar to the genuine happiness of childhood. Anna reads simple
sentences from Leffanoch's Primer, writes intelligibly on
tablets and slates, and is improving in work and manners.
(This of a baby of four.)
A spiritual and moral inventory of the progress of Anna and Louisa is
set down by the father when his daughters had reached the dignified ages
of six and four:
The children have improved under my training. Anna, who has
been with me more of the time than Louisa, has been greatly
benefited. She is happier, more capable of self control, more
docile and obeys from love and faith. She has fine elements for
excellence, moral and intellectual. If she does not evince a
pure and exalted character, it will be our failure, not hers,
in the improvement of her natural endowments.
Louisa is yet too young for the formation of just views of her
character. She manifests uncommon activity and force of mind
at present, and is much in advance of her sister at the same
age; example has done much to call forth her nature. She is
more active and practical than Anna. Anna is ideal, sentimental.
Louisa is practical, energetic. The first imagines much more than
she can realize; the second, by force of will and practical talent,
realizes all that she conceives--but conceives less; understanding,
rather than imagination--the gift of her sister--seems to be her
prominent faculty. She finds no difficulty in developing ways and
means to obtain her purpose; while her sister, aiming at much,
imagining ideal forms of good, and shaping them out so vividly in
her mind that they become actual enjoyments, fails, when she
attempts to realize them in nature--she has been dwelling on the
higher and more speculative relations of things.
Both represent interesting forms of character, both have wide
and useful spheres of action indicated in their conformation and
will doubtless if continued to us, be real blessings.
That they did prove real blessings the history of the Alcott family has
shown.
[Illustration: A. BRONSON ALCOTT AT THE AGE OF 53.
From the portrait by Mrs. Hildreth.
_Page_ 54.]
How many fathers ever acknowledge their spiritual debt to the gift of
fatherhood as has Bronson Alcott:
I know not how much more spiritual I am from the parental relation
(he writes), how much I have been indebted to them for the light
that hath dawned upon my own mind from the radiance of their
simple spirits. Certain it is that the more I associate with them
in the simple ways they love, the more do I seem to revere. Verily
had I not been called to associate with children, had I not devoted
myself to the study of human nature in its period of infancy and
childhood, I should never have found the tranquil repose, the steady
faith, the vivid hope that now sheds a glory and a dignity around
the humble path of my life. Childhood hath saved me.
Out of his theories, his studies, and meditations came a sublime
ambition, a desire to become a laborer in the "Field of the Soul."
Infancy I shall invest with a glory--a spirituality which the
disciples of Jesus, deeply as they entered into His spirit
and caught the life of His mind, have failed to bring forth in
their records of His sayings and life. I shall redeem infancy
and childhood, and, if a Saviour of Adults was given in the
person of Jesus, let me, without impiety or arrogance, regard
myself as the Children's Saviour. Divine are both missions.
Both seek out and endeavor to redeem the Infinite in man,
which, by reason of the clogs of sense and custom, is in
perpetual danger of being lost. The chief obstacle in the way
of human regeneration is the want of a due appreciation of
human nature, and particularly of the nature of children.
Home and its influence upon children meant much to Mr. Alcott, and in
all his writing the nearest approach to a protest against the poverty
he was called upon to endure was when, for a time, he was obliged to
give up that home. Deep is the pathos that lies between the lines of
this entry in his journal:
HOME FOR CHILDREN
I deem it very important to the well being of my children to
insure them a home. At least their means of improvement are
limited, their pleasures are abridged, the domestic relations, so
vital to virtue--to all that lives in the heart and imagination,
are robbed of their essential glory, and the effect is felt
throughout the character in after life. I feel that my duty as a
father cannot be fully carried out when I am thus restricted.
Whether we can yet improve this condition remains to be
determined.
The home was reestablished--and such a home! An influence felt
throughout the world, the inspiration of every book Louisa Alcott
wrote.