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PART I - INTRODUCTORY ROMANCE PROM THE PEN OF WILLIAM TINKLING,
ESQ. (Aged eight.)
THIS beginning-part is not made out of anybody's head, you know.
It's real. You must believe this beginning-part more than what
comes after, else you won't understand how what comes after came to
be written. You must believe it all; but you must believe this
most, please. I am the editor of it. Bob Redforth (he's my
cousin, and shaking the table on purpose) wanted to be the editor
of it; but I said he shouldn't because he couldn't. HE has no idea
of being an editor.
Nettie Ashford is my bride. We were married in the right-hand
closet in the corner of the dancing-school, where first we met,
with a ring (a green one) from Wilkingwater's toy-shop. I owed for
it out of my pocket-money. When the rapturous ceremony was over,
we all four went up the lane and let off a cannon (brought loaded
in Bob Redforth's waistcoat-pocket) to announce our nuptials. It
flew right up when it went off, and turned over. Next day, Lieut.-
Col. Robin Redforth was united, with similar ceremonies, to Alice
Rainbird. This time the cannon burst with a most terrific
explosion, and made a puppy bark.
My peerless bride was, at the period of which we now treat, in
captivity at Miss Grimmer's. Drowvey and Grimmer is the
partnership, and opinion is divided which is the greatest beast.
The lovely bride of the colonel was also immured in the dungeons of
the same establishment. A vow was entered into, between the
colonel and myself, that we would cut them out on the following
Wednesday when walking two and two.
Under the desperate circumstances of the case, the active brain of
the colonel, combining with his lawless pursuit (he is a pirate),
suggested an attack with fireworks. This, however, from motives of
humanity, was abandoned as too expensive.
Lightly armed with a paper-knife buttoned up under his jacket, and
waving the dreaded black flag at the end of a cane, the colonel
took command of me at two P.M. on the eventful and appointed day.
He had drawn out the plan of attack on a piece of paper, which was
rolled up round a hoop-stick. He showed it to me. My position and
my full-length portrait (but my real ears don't stick out
horizontal) was behind a corner lamp-post, with written orders to
remain there till I should see Miss Drowvey fall. The Drowvey who
was to fall was the one in spectacles, not the one with the large
lavender bonnet. At that signal I was to rush forth, seize my
bride, and fight my way to the lane. There a junction would be
effected between myself and the colonel; and putting our brides
behind us, between ourselves and the palings, we were to conquer or
die.
The enemy appeared, - approached. Waving his black flag, the
colonel attacked. Confusion ensued. Anxiously I awaited my
signal; but my signal came not. So far from falling, the hated
Drowvey in spectacles appeared to me to have muffled the colonel's
head in his outlawed banner, and to be pitching into him with a
parasol. The one in the lavender bonnet also performed prodigies
of valour with her fists on his back. Seeing that all was for the
moment lost, I fought my desperate way hand to hand to the lane.
Through taking the back road, I was so fortunate as to meet nobody,
and arrived there uninterrupted.
It seemed an age ere the colonel joined me. He had been to the
jobbing tailor's to be sewn up in several places, and attributed
our defeat to the refusal of the detested Drowvey to fall. Finding
her so obstinate, he had said to her, 'Die, recreant!' but had
found her no more open to reason on that point than the other.
My blooming bride appeared, accompanied by the colonel's bride, at
the dancing-school next day. What? Was her face averted from me?
Hah? Even so. With a look of scorn, she put into my hand a bit of
paper, and took another partner. On the paper was pencilled,
'Heavens! Can I write the word? Is my husband a cow?'
In the first bewilderment of my heated brain, I tried to think what
slanderer could have traced my family to the ignoble animal
mentioned above. Vain were my endeavours. At the end of that
dance I whispered the colonel to come into the cloak-room, and I
showed him the note.
'There is a syllable wanting,' said he, with a gloomy brow.
'Hah! What syllable?' was my inquiry.
'She asks, can she write the word? And no; you see she couldn't,'
said the colonel, pointing out the passage.
'And the word was?' said I.
'Cow - cow - coward,' hissed the pirate-colonel in my ear, and gave
me back the note.
Feeling that I must for ever tread the earth a branded boy, -
person I mean, - or that I must clear up my honour, I demanded to
be tried by a court-martial. The colonel admitted my right to be
tried. Some difficulty was found in composing the court, on
account of the Emperor of France's aunt refusing to let him come
out. He was to be the president. Ere yet we had appointed a
substitute, he made his escape over the back-wall, and stood among
us, a free monarch.
The court was held on the grass by the pond. I recognised, in a
certain admiral among my judges, my deadliest foe. A cocoa-nut had
given rise to language that I could not brook; but confiding in my
innocence, and also in the knowledge that the President of the
United States (who sat next him) owed me a knife, I braced myself
for the ordeal.
It was a solemn spectacle, that court. Two executioners with
pinafores reversed led me in. Under the shade of an umbrella I
perceived my bride, supported by the bride of the pirate-colonel.
The president, having reproved a little female ensign for
tittering, on a matter of life or death, called upon me to plead,
'Coward or no coward, guilty or not guilty?' I pleaded in a firm
tone, 'No coward and not guilty.' (The little female ensign being
again reproved by the president for misconduct, mutinied, left the
court, and threw stones.)
My implacable enemy, the admiral, conducted the case against me.
The colonel's bride was called to prove that I had remained behind
the corner lamp-post during the engagement. I might have been
spared the anguish of my own bride's being also made a witness to
the same point, but the admiral knew where to wound me. Be still,
my soul, no matter. The colonel was then brought forward with his
evidence.
It was for this point that I had saved myself up, as the turning-
point of my case. Shaking myself free of my guards, - who had no
business to hold me, the stupids, unless I was found guilty, - I
asked the colonel what he considered the first duty of a soldier?
Ere he could reply, the President of the United States rose and
informed the court, that my foe, the admiral, had suggested
'Bravery,' and that prompting a witness wasn't fair. The president
of the court immediately ordered the admiral's mouth to be filled
with leaves, and tied up with string. I had the satisfaction of
seeing the sentence carried into effect before the proceedings went
further.
I then took a paper from my trousers-pocket, and asked, 'What do
you consider, Col. Redford, the first duty of a soldier? Is it
obedience?'
'It is,' said the colonel.
'Is that paper - please to look at it - in your hand?'
'It is,' said the colonel.
'Is it a military sketch?'
'It is,' said the colonel.
'Of an engagement?'
'Quite so,' said the colonel.
'Of the late engagement?'
'Of the late engagement.'
'Please to describe it, and then hand it to the president of the
court.'
From that triumphant moment my sufferings and my dangers were at an
end. The court rose up and jumped, on discovering that I had
strictly obeyed orders. My foe, the admiral, who though muzzled
was malignant yet, contrived to suggest that I was dishonoured by
having quitted the field. But the colonel himself had done as
much, and gave his opinion, upon his word and honour as a pirate,
that when all was lost the field might be quitted without disgrace.
I was going to be found 'No coward and not guilty,' and my blooming
bride was going to be publicly restored to my arms in a procession,
when an unlooked-for event disturbed the general rejoicing. This
was no other than the Emperor of France's aunt catching hold of his
hair. The proceedings abruptly terminated, and the court
tumultuously dissolved.
It was when the shades of the next evening but one were beginning
to fall, ere yet the silver beams of Luna touched the earth, that
four forms might have been descried slowly advancing towards the
weeping willow on the borders of the pond, the now deserted scene
of the day before yesterday's agonies and triumphs. On a nearer
approach, and by a practised eye, these might have been identified
as the forms of the pirate-colonel with his bride, and of the day
before yesterday's gallant prisoner with his bride.
On the beauteous faces of the Nymphs dejection sat enthroned. All
four reclined under the willow for some minutes without speaking,
till at length the bride of the colonel poutingly observed, 'It's
of no use pretending any more, and we had better give it up.'
'Hah!' exclaimed the pirate. 'Pretending?'
'Don't go on like that; you worry me,' returned his bride.
The lovely bride of Tinkling echoed the incredible declaration.
The two warriors exchanged stony glances.
'If,' said the bride of the pirate-colonel, 'grown-up people WON'T
do what they ought to do, and WILL put us out, what comes of our
pretending?'
'We only get into scrapes,' said the bride of Tinkling.
'You know very well,' pursued the colonel's bride, 'that Miss
Drowvey wouldn't fall. You complained of it yourself. And you
know how disgracefully the court-martial ended. As to our
marriage; would my people acknowledge it at home?'
'Or would my people acknowledge ours?' said the bride of Tinkling.
Again the two warriors exchanged stony glances.
'If you knocked at the door and claimed me, after you were told to
go away,' said the colonel's bride, 'you would only have your hair
pulled, or your ears, or your nose.'
'If you persisted in ringing at the bell and claiming me,' said the
bride of Tinkling to that gentleman, 'you would have things dropped
on your head from the window over the handle, or you would be
played upon by the garden-engine.'
'And at your own homes,' resumed the bride of the colonel, 'it
would be just as bad. You would be sent to bed, or something
equally undignified. Again, how would you support us?'
The pirate-colonel replied in a courageous voice, 'By rapine!' But
his bride retorted, 'Suppose the grown-up people wouldn't be
rapined?' 'Then,' said the colonel, 'they should pay the penalty
in blood.' - 'But suppose they should object,' retorted his bride,
'and wouldn't pay the penalty in blood or anything else?'
A mournful silence ensued.
'Then do you no longer love me, Alice?' asked the colonel.
'Redforth! I am ever thine,' returned his bride.
'Then do you no longer love me, Nettie?' asked the present writer.
'Tinkling! I am ever thine,' returned my bride.
We all four embraced. Let me not be misunderstood by the giddy.
The colonel embraced his own bride, and I embraced mine. But two
times two make four.
'Nettie and I,' said Alice mournfully, 'have been considering our
position. The grown-up people are too strong for us. They make us
ridiculous. Besides, they have changed the times. William
Tinkling's baby brother was christened yesterday. What took place?
Was any king present? Answer, William.'
I said No, unless disguised as Great-uncle Chopper.
'Any queen?'
There had been no queen that I knew of at our house. There might
have been one in the kitchen: but I didn't think so, or the
servants would have mentioned it.
'Any fairies?'
None that were visible.
'We had an idea among us, I think,' said Alice, with a melancholy
smile, 'we four, that Miss Grimmer would prove to be the wicked
fairy, and would come in at the christening with her crutch-stick,
and give the child a bad gift. Was there anything of that sort?
Answer, William.'
I said that ma had said afterwards (and so she had), that Great-
uncle Chopper's gift was a shabby one; but she hadn't said a bad
one. She had called it shabby, electrotyped, second-hand, and
below his income.
'It must be the grown-up people who have changed all this,' said
Alice. 'WE couldn't have changed it, if we had been so inclined,
and we never should have been. Or perhaps Miss Grimmer IS a wicked
fairy after all, and won't act up to it because the grown-up people
have persuaded her not to. Either way, they would make us
ridiculous if we told them what we expected.'
'Tyrants!' muttered the pirate-colonel.
'Nay, my Redforth,' said Alice, 'say not so. Call not names, my
Redforth, or they will apply to pa.'
'Let 'em,' said the colonel. 'I do not care. Who's he?'
Tinkling here undertook the perilous task of remonstrating with his
lawless friend, who consented to withdraw the moody expressions
above quoted.
'What remains for us to do?' Alice went on in her mild, wise way.
'We must educate, we must pretend in a new manner, we must wait.'
The colonel clenched his teeth, - four out in front, and a piece of
another, and he had been twice dragged to the door of a dentist-
despot, but had escaped from his guards. 'How educate? How
pretend in a new manner? How wait?'
'Educate the grown-up people,' replied Alice. 'We part to-night.
Yes, Redforth,' - for the colonel tucked up his cuffs, - 'part to-
night! Let us in these next holidays, now going to begin, throw
our thoughts into something educational for the grown-up people,
hinting to them how things ought to be. Let us veil our meaning
under a mask of romance; you, I, and Nettie. William Tinkling
being the plainest and quickest writer, shall copy out. Is it
agreed?'
The colonel answered sulkily, 'I don't mind.' He then asked, 'How
about pretending?'
'We will pretend,' said Alice, 'that we are children; not that we
are those grown-up people who won't help us out as they ought, and
who understand us so badly.'
The colonel, still much dissatisfied, growled, 'How about waiting?'
'We will wait,' answered little Alice, taking Nettie's hand in
hers, and looking up to the sky, 'we will wait - ever constant and
true - till the times have got so changed as that everything helps
us out, and nothing makes us ridiculous, and the fairies have come
back. We will wait - ever constant and true - till we are eighty,
ninety, or one hundred. And then the fairies will send US
children, and we will help them out, poor pretty little creatures,
if they pretend ever so much.'
'So we will, dear,' said Nettie Ashford, taking her round the waist
with both arms and kissing her. 'And now if my husband will go and
buy some cherries for us, I have got some money.'
In the friendliest manner I invited the colonel to go with me; but
he so far forgot himself as to acknowledge the invitation by
kicking out behind, and then lying down on his stomach on the
grass, pulling it up and chewing it. When I came back, however,
Alice had nearly brought him out of his vexation, and was soothing
him by telling him how soon we should all be ninety.
As we sat under the willow-tree and ate the cherries (fair, for
Alice shared them out), we played at being ninety. Nettie
complained that she had a bone in her old back, and it made her
hobble; and Alice sang a song in an old woman's way, but it was
very pretty, and we were all merry. At least, I don't know about
merry exactly, but all comfortable.
There was a most tremendous lot of cherries; and Alice always had
with her some neat little bag or box or case, to hold things. In
it that night was a tiny wine-glass. So Alice and Nettie said they
would make some cherry-wine to drink our love at parting.
Each of us had a glassful, and it was delicious; and each of us
drank the toast, 'Our love at parting.' The colonel drank his wine
last; and it got into my head directly that it got into his
directly. Anyhow, his eyes rolled immediately after he had turned
the glass upside down; and he took me on one side and proposed in a
hoarse whisper, that we should 'Cut 'em out still.'
'How did he mean?' I asked my lawless friend.
'Cut our brides out,' said the colonel, 'and then cut our way,
without going down a single turning, bang to the Spanish main!'
We might have tried it, though I didn't think it would answer; only
we looked round and saw that there was nothing but moon-light under
the willow-tree, and that our pretty, pretty wives were gone. We
burst out crying. The colonel gave in second, and came to first;
but he gave in strong.
We were ashamed of our red eyes, and hung about for half-an-hour to
whiten them. Likewise a piece of chalk round the rims, I doing the
colonel's, and he mine, but afterwards found in the bedroom
looking-glass not natural, besides inflammation. Our conversation
turned on being ninety. The colonel told me he had a pair of boots
that wanted soling and heeling; but he thought it hardly worth
while to mention it to his father, as he himself should so soon be
ninety, when he thought shoes would be more convenient. The
colonel also told me, with his hand upon his hip, that he felt
himself already getting on in life, and turning rheumatic. And I
told him the same. And when they said at our house at supper (they
are always bothering about something) that I stooped, I felt so
glad!
This is the end of the beginning-part that you were to believe
most.
PART II. - ROMANCE. FROM THE PEN OF MISS ALICE RAINBIRD (Aged
seven.)
THERE was once a king, and he had a queen; and he was the manliest
of his sex, and she was the loveliest of hers. The king was, in
his private profession, under government. The queen's father had
been a medical man out of town.
They had nineteen children, and were always having more. Seventeen
of these children took care of the baby; and Alicia, the eldest,
took care of them all. Their ages varied from seven years to seven
months.
Let us now resume our story.
One day the king was going to the office, when he stopped at the
fishmonger's to buy a pound and a half of salmon not too near the
tail, which the queen (who was a careful housekeeper) had requested
him to send home. Mr. Pickles, the fishmonger, said, 'Certainly,
sir; is there any other article? Good-morning.'
The king went on towards the office in a melancholy mood; for
quarter-day was such a long way off, and several of the dear
children were growing out of their clothes. He had not proceeded
far, when Mr. Pickles's errand-boy came running after him, and
said, 'Sir, you didn't notice the old lady in our shop.'
'What old lady?' inquired the king. 'I saw none.'
Now the king had not seen any old lady, because this old lady had
been invisible to him, though visible to Mr. Pickles's boy.
Probably because he messed and splashed the water about to that
degree, and flopped the pairs of soles down in that violent manner,
that, if she had not been visible to him, he would have spoilt her
clothes.
Just then the old lady came trotting up. She was dressed in shot-
silk of the richest quality, smelling of dried lavender.
'King Watkins the First, I believe?' said the old lady.
'Watkins,' replied the king, 'is my name.'
'Papa, if I am not mistaken, of the beautiful Princess Alicia?'
said the old lady.
'And of eighteen other darlings,' replied the king.
'Listen. You are going to the office,' said the old lady.
It instantly flashed upon the king that she must be a fairy, or how
could she know that?
'You are right,' said the old lady, answering his thoughts. 'I am
the good Fairy Grandmarina. Attend! When you return home to
dinner, politely invite the Princess Alicia to have some of the
salmon you bought just now.'
'It may disagree with her,' said the king.
The old lady became so very angry at this absurd idea, that the
king was quite alarmed, and humbly begged her pardon.
'We hear a great deal too much about this thing disagreeing, and
that thing disagreeing,' said the old lady, with the greatest
contempt it was possible to express. 'Don't be greedy. I think
you want it all yourself.'
The king hung his head under this reproof, and said he wouldn't
talk about things disagreeing any more.
'Be good, then,' said the Fairy Grandmarina, 'and don't. When the
beautiful Princess Alicia consents to partake of the salmon, - as I
think she will, - you will find she will leave a fish-bone on her
plate. Tell her to dry it, and to rub it, and to polish it till it
shines like mother-of-pearl, and to take care of it as a present
from me.'
'Is that all?' asked the king.
'Don't be impatient, sir,' returned the Fairy Grandmarina, scolding
him severely. 'Don't catch people short, before they have done
speaking. Just the way with you grown-up persons. You are always
doing it.'
The king again hung his head, and said he wouldn't do so any more.
'Be good, then,' said the Fairy Grandmarina, 'and don't! Tell the
Princess Alicia, with my love, that the fish-bone is a magic
present which can only be used once; but that it will bring her,
that once, whatever she wishes for, PROVIDED SHE WISHES FOR IT AT
THE RIGHT TIME. That is the message. Take care of it.'
The king was beginning, 'Might I ask the reason?' when the fairy
became absolutely furious.
'WILL you be good, sir?' she exclaimed, stamping her foot on the
ground. 'The reason for this, and the reason for that, indeed!
You are always wanting the reason. No reason. There! Hoity toity
me! I am sick of your grown-up reasons.'
The king was extremely frightened by the old lady's flying into
such a passion, and said he was very sorry to have offended her,
and he wouldn't ask for reasons any more.
'Be good, then,' said the old lady, 'and don't!'
With those words, Grandmarina vanished, and the king went on and on
and on, till he came to the office. There he wrote and wrote and
wrote, till it was time to go home again. Then he politely invited
the Princess Alicia, as the fairy had directed him, to partake of
the salmon. And when she had enjoyed it very much, he saw the
fish-bone on her plate, as the fairy had told him he would, and he
delivered the fairy's message, and the Princess Alicia took care to
dry the bone, and to rub it, and to polish it, till it shone like
mother-of-pearl.
And so, when the queen was going to get up in the morning, she
said, 'O, dear me, dear me; my head, my head!' and then she fainted
away.
The Princess Alicia, who happened to be looking in at the chamber-
door, asking about breakfast, was very much alarmed when she saw
her royal mamma in this state, and she rang the bell for Peggy,
which was the name of the lord chamberlain. But remembering where
the smelling-bottle was, she climbed on a chair and got it; and
after that she climbed on another chair by the bedside, and held
the smelling-bottle to the queen's nose; and after that she jumped
down and got some water; and after that she jumped up again and
wetted the queen's forehead; and, in short, when the lord
chamberlain came in, that dear old woman said to the little
princess, 'What a trot you are! I couldn't have done it better
myself!'
But that was not the worst of the good queen's illness. O, no!
She was very ill indeed, for a long time. The Princess Alicia kept
the seventeen young princes and princesses quiet, and dressed and
undressed and danced the baby, and made the kettle boil, and heated
the soup, and swept the hearth, and poured out the medicine, and
nursed the queen, and did all that ever she could, and was as busy,
busy, busy as busy could be; for there were not many servants at
that palace for three reasons: because the king was short of money,
because a rise in his office never seemed to come, and because
quarter-day was so far off that it looked almost as far off and as
little as one of the stars.
But on the morning when the queen fainted away, where was the magic
fish-bone? Why, there it was in the Princess Alicia's pocket! She
had almost taken it out to bring the queen to life again, when she
put it back, and looked for the smelling-bottle.
After the queen had come out of her swoon that morning, and was
dozing, the Princess Alicia hurried up-stairs to tell a most
particular secret to a most particularly confidential friend of
hers, who was a duchess. People did suppose her to be a doll; but
she was really a duchess, though nobody knew it except the
princess.
This most particular secret was the secret about the magic fish-
bone, the history of which was well known to the duchess, because
the princess told her everything. The princess kneeled down by the
bed on which the duchess was lying, full-dressed and wide awake,
and whispered the secret to her. The duchess smiled and nodded.
People might have supposed that she never smiled and nodded; but
she often did, though nobody knew it except the princess.
Then the Princess Alicia hurried down-stairs again, to keep watch
in the queen's room. She often kept watch by herself in the
queen's room; but every evening, while the illness lasted, she sat
there watching with the king. And every evening the king sat
looking at her with a cross look, wondering why she never brought
out the magic fish-bone. As often as she noticed this, she ran up-
stairs, whispered the secret to the duchess over again, and said to
the duchess besides, 'They think we children never have a reason or
a meaning!' And the duchess, though the most fashionable duchess
that ever was heard of, winked her eye.
'Alicia,' said the king, one evening, when she wished him good-
night.
'Yes, papa.'
'What is become of the magic fish-bone?'
'In my pocket, papa!'
'I thought you had lost it?'
'O, no, papa!'
'Or forgotten it?'
'No, indeed, papa.'
And so another time the dreadful little snapping pug-dog, next
door, made a rush at one of the young princes as he stood on the
steps coming home from school, and terrified him out of his wits;
and he put his hand through a pane of glass, and bled, bled, bled.
When the seventeen other young princes and princesses saw him
bleed, bleed, bleed, they were terrified out of their wits too, and
screamed themselves black in their seventeen faces all at once.
But the Princess Alicia put her hands over all their seventeen
mouths, one after another, and persuaded them to be quiet because
of the sick queen. And then she put the wounded prince's hand in a
basin of fresh cold water, while they stared with their twice
seventeen are thirty-four, put down four and carry three, eyes, and
then she looked in the hand for bits of glass, and there were
fortunately no bits of glass there. And then she said to two
chubby-legged princes, who were sturdy though small, 'Bring me in
the royal rag-bag: I must snip and stitch and cut and contrive.'
So these two young princes tugged at the royal rag-bag, and lugged
it in; and the Princess Alicia sat down on the floor, with a large
pair of scissors and a needle and thread, and snipped and stitched
and cut and contrived, and made a bandage, and put it on, and it
fitted beautifully; and so when it was all done, she saw the king
her papa looking on by the door.
'Alicia.'
'Yes, papa.'
'What have you been doing?'
'Snipping, stitching, cutting, and contriving, papa.'
'Where is the magic fish-bone?'
'In my pocket, papa.'
'I thought you had lost it?'
'O, no, papa.'
'Or forgotten it?'
'No, indeed, papa.'
After that, she ran up-stairs to the duchess, and told her what had
passed, and told her the secret over again; and the duchess shook
her flaxen curls, and laughed with her rosy lips.
Well! and so another time the baby fell under the grate. The
seventeen young princes and princesses were used to it; for they
were almost always falling under the grate or down the stairs; but
the baby was not used to it yet, and it gave him a swelled face and
a black eye. The way the poor little darling came to tumble was,
that he was out of the Princess Alicia's lap just as she was
sitting, in a great coarse apron that quite smothered her, in front
of the kitchen-fire, beginning to peel the turnips for the broth
for dinner; and the way she came to be doing that was, that the
king's cook had run away that morning with her own true love, who
was a very tall but very tipsy soldier. Then the seventeen young
princes and princesses, who cried at everything that happened,
cried and roared. But the Princess Alicia (who couldn't help
crying a little herself) quietly called to them to be still, on
account of not throwing back the queen up-stairs, who was fast
getting well, and said, 'Hold your tongues, you wicked little
monkeys, every one of you, while I examine baby!' Then she
examined baby, and found that he hadn't broken anything; and she
held cold iron to his poor dear eye, and smoothed his poor dear
face, and he presently fell asleep in her arms. Then she said to
the seventeen princes and princesses, 'I am afraid to let him down
yet, lest he should wake and feel pain; be good, and you shall all
be cooks.' They jumped for joy when they heard that, and began
making themselves cooks' caps out of old newspapers. So to one she
gave the salt-box, and to one she gave the barley, and to one she
gave the herbs, and to one she gave the turnips, and to one she
gave the carrots, and to one she gave the onions, and to one she
gave the spice-box, till they were all cooks, and all running about
at work, she sitting in the middle, smothered in the great coarse
apron, nursing baby. By and by the broth was done; and the baby
woke up, smiling, like an angel, and was trusted to the sedatest
princess to hold, while the other princes and princesses were
squeezed into a far-off corner to look at the Princess Alicia
turning out the saucepanful of broth, for fear (as they were always
getting into trouble) they should get splashed and scalded. When
the broth came tumbling out, steaming beautifully, and smelling
like a nosegay good to eat, they clapped their hands. That made
the baby clap his hands; and that, and his looking as if he had a
comic toothache, made all the princes and princesses laugh. So the
Princess Alicia said, 'Laugh and be good; and after dinner we will
make him a nest on the floor in a corner, and he shall sit in his
nest and see a dance of eighteen cooks.' That delighted the young
princes and princesses, and they ate up all the broth, and washed
up all the plates and dishes, and cleared away, and pushed the
table into a corner; and then they in their cooks' caps, and the
Princess Alicia in the smothering coarse apron that belonged to the
cook that had run away with her own true love that was the very
tall but very tipsy soldier, danced a dance of eighteen cooks
before the angelic baby, who forgot his swelled face and his black
eye, and crowed with joy.
And so then, once more the Princess Alicia saw King Watkins the
First, her father, standing in the doorway looking on, and he said,
'What have you been doing, Alicia?'
'Cooking and contriving, papa.'
'What else have you been doing, Alicia?'
'Keeping the children light-hearted, papa.'
'Where is the magic fish-bone, Alicia?
'In my pocket, papa.'
'I thought you had lost it?'
'O, no, papa!'
'Or forgotten it?'
'No, indeed, papa.'
The king then sighed so heavily, and seemed so low-spirited, and
sat down so miserably, leaning his head upon his hand, and his
elbow upon the kitchen-table pushed away in the corner, that the
seventeen princes and princesses crept softly out of the kitchen,
and left him alone with the Princess Alicia and the angelic baby.
'What is the matter, papa?'
'I am dreadfully poor, my child.'
'Have you no money at all, papa?'
'None, my child.'
'Is there no way of getting any, papa?'
'No way,' said the king. 'I have tried very hard, and I have tried
all ways.'
When she heard those last words, the Princess Alicia began to put
her hand into the pocket where she kept the magic fish-bone.
'Papa,' said she, 'when we have tried very hard, and tried all
ways, we must have done our very, very best?'
'No doubt, Alicia.'
'When we have done our very, very best, papa, and that is not
enough, then I think the right time must have come for asking help
of others.' This was the very secret connected with the magic
fish-bone, which she had found out for herself from the good Fairy
Grandmarina's words, and which she had so often whispered to her
beautiful and fashionable friend, the duchess.
So she took out of her pocket the magic fish-bone, that had been
dried and rubbed and polished till it shone like mother-of-pearl;
and she gave it one little kiss, and wished it was quarter-day.
And immediately it WAS quarter-day; and the king's quarter's salary
came rattling down the chimney, and bounced into the middle of the
floor.
But this was not half of what happened, - no, not a quarter; for
immediately afterwards the good Fairy Grandmarina came riding in,
in a carriage and four (peacocks), with Mr. Pickles's boy up
behind, dressed in silver and gold, with a cocked-hat, powdered-
hair, pink silk stockings, a jewelled cane, and a nosegay. Down
jumped Mr. Pickles's boy, with his cocked-hat in his hand, and
wonderfully polite (being entirely changed by enchantment), and
handed Grandmarina out; and there she stood, in her rich shot-silk
smelling of dried lavender, fanning herself with a sparkling fan.
'Alicia, my dear,' said this charming old fairy, 'how do you do? I
hope I see you pretty well? Give me a kiss.'
The Princess Alicia embraced her; and then Grandmarina turned to
the king, and said rather sharply, 'Are you good?' The king said
he hoped so.
'I suppose you know the reason NOW, why my god-daughter here,'
kissing the princess again, 'did not apply to the fish-bone
sooner?' said the fairy.
The king made a shy bow.
'Ah! but you didn't THEN?' said the fairy.
The king made a shyer bow.
'Any more reasons to ask for?' said the fairy.
The king said, No, and he was very sorry.
'Be good, then,' said the fairy, 'and live happy ever afterwards.'
Then Grandmarina waved her fan, and the queen came in most
splendidly dressed; and the seventeen young princes and princesses,
no longer grown out of their clothes, came in, newly fitted out
from top to toe, with tucks in everything to admit of its being let
out. After that, the fairy tapped the Princess Alicia with her
fan; and the smothering coarse apron flew away, and she appeared
exquisitely dressed, like a little bride, with a wreath of orange-
flowers and a silver veil. After that, the kitchen dresser changed
of itself into a wardrobe, made of beautiful woods and gold and
looking glass, which was full of dresses of all sorts, all for her
and all exactly fitting her. After that, the angelic baby came in,
running alone, with his face and eye not a bit the worse, but much
the better. Then Grandmarina begged to be introduced to the
duchess; and, when the duchess was brought down, many compliments
passed between them.
A little whispering took place between the fairy and the duchess;
and then the fairy said out loud, 'Yes, I thought she would have
told you.' Grandmarina then turned to the king and queen, and
said, 'We are going in search of Prince Certainpersonio. The
pleasure of your company is requested at church in half an hour
precisely.' So she and the Princess Alicia got into the carriage;
and Mr. Pickles's boy handed in the duchess, who sat by herself on
the opposite seat; and then Mr. Pickles's boy put up the steps and
got up behind, and the peacocks flew away with their tails behind.
Prince Certainpersonio was sitting by himself, eating barley-sugar,
and waiting to be ninety. When he saw the peacocks, followed by
the carriage, coming in at the window it immediately occurred to
him that something uncommon was going to happen.
'Prince,' said Grandmarina, 'I bring you your bride.' The moment
the fairy said those words, Prince Certainpersonio's face left off
being sticky, and his jacket and corduroys changed to peach-bloom
velvet, and his hair curled, and a cap and feather flew in like a
bird and settled on his head. He got into the carriage by the
fairy's invitation; and there he renewed his acquaintance with the
duchess, whom he had seen before.
In the church were the prince's relations and friends, and the
Princess Alicia's relations and friends, and the seventeen princes
and princesses, and the baby, and a crowd of the neighbours. The
marriage was beautiful beyond expression. The duchess was
bridesmaid, and beheld the ceremony from the pulpit, where she was
supported by the cushion of the desk.
Grandmarina gave a magnificent wedding-feast afterwards, in which
there was everything and more to eat, and everything and more to
drink. The wedding-cake was delicately ornamented with white satin
ribbons, frosted silver, and white lilies, and was forty-two yards
round.
When Grandmarina had drunk her love to the young couple, and Prince
Certainpersonio had made a speech, and everybody had cried, Hip,
hip, hip, hurrah! Grandmarina announced to the king and queen that
in future there would be eight quarter-days in every year, except
in leap-year, when there would be ten. She then turned to
Certainpersonio and Alicia, and said, 'My dears, you will have
thirty-five children, and they will all be good and beautiful.
Seventeen of your children will be boys, and eighteen will be
girls. The hair of the whole of your children will curl naturally.
They will never have the measles, and will have recovered from the
whooping-cough before being born.'
On hearing such good news, everybody cried out 'Hip, hip, hip,
hurrah!' again.
'It only remains,' said Grandmarina in conclusion, 'to make an end
of the fish-bone.'
So she took it from the hand of the Princess Alicia, and it
instantly flew down the throat of the dreadful little snapping pug-
dog, next door, and choked him, and he expired in convulsions.
PART III. - ROMANCE. FROM THE PEN OF LIEUT.-COL. ROBIN REDFORTH
(Aged nine.)
THE subject of our present narrative would appear to have devoted
himself to the pirate profession at a comparatively early age. We
find him in command of a splendid schooner of one hundred guns
loaded to the muzzle, ere yet he had had a party in honour of his
tenth birthday.
It seems that our hero, considering himself spited by a Latin-
grammar master, demanded the satisfaction due from one man of
honour to another. - Not getting it, he privately withdrew his
haughty spirit from such low company, bought a second-hand pocket-
pistol, folded up some sandwiches in a paper bag, made a bottle of
Spanish liquorice-water, and entered on a career of valour.
It were tedious to follow Boldheart (for such was his name) through
the commencing stages of his story. Suffice it, that we find him
bearing the rank of Capt. Boldheart, reclining in full uniform on a
crimson hearth-rug spread out upon the quarter-deck of his schooner
'The Beauty,' in the China seas. It was a lovely evening; and, as
his crew lay grouped about him, he favoured them with the following
melody:
O landsmen are folly!
O pirates are jolly!
O diddleum Dolly,
Di!
CHORUS. - Heave yo.
The soothing effect of these animated sounds floating over the
waters, as the common sailors united their rough voices to take up
the rich tones of Boldheart, may be more easily conceived than
described.
It was under these circumstances that the look-out at the masthead
gave the word, 'Whales!'
All was now activity.
'Where away?' cried Capt. Boldheart, starting up.
'On the larboard bow, sir,' replied the fellow at the masthead,
touching his hat. For such was the height of discipline on board
of 'The Beauty,' that, even at that height, he was obliged to mind
it, or be shot through the head.
'This adventure belongs to me,' said Boldheart. 'Boy, my harpoon.
Let no man follow;' and leaping alone into his boat, the captain
rowed with admirable dexterity in the direction of the monster.
All was now excitement.
'He nears him!' said an elderly seaman, following the captain
through his spy-glass.
'He strikes him!' said another seaman, a mere stripling, but also
with a spy-glass.
'He tows him towards us!' said another seaman, a man in the full
vigour of life, but also with a spy-glass.
In fact, the captain was seen approaching, with the huge bulk
following. We will not dwell on the deafening cries of 'Boldheart!
Boldheart!' with which he was received, when, carelessly leaping on
the quarter-deck, he presented his prize to his men. They
afterwards made two thousand four hundred and seventeen pound ten
and sixpence by it.
Ordering the sail to be braced up, the captain now stood W.N.W.
'The Beauty' flew rather than floated over the dark blue waters.
Nothing particular occurred for a fortnight, except taking, with
considerable slaughter, four Spanish galleons, and a snow from
South America, all richly laden. Inaction began to tell upon the
spirits of the men. Capt. Boldheart called all hands aft, and
said, 'My lads, I hear there are discontented ones among ye. Let
any such stand forth.'
After some murmuring, in which the expressions, 'Ay, ay, sir!'
'Union Jack,' 'Avast,' 'Starboard,' 'Port,' 'Bowsprit,' and similar
indications of a mutinous undercurrent, though subdued, were
audible, Bill Boozey, captain of the foretop, came out from the
rest. His form was that of a giant, but he quailed under the
captain's eye.
'What are your wrongs?' said the captain.
'Why, d'ye see, Capt. Boldheart,' replied the towering manner,
'I've sailed, man and boy, for many a year, but I never yet know'd
the milk served out for the ship's company's teas to be so sour as
'tis aboard this craft.'
At this moment the thrilling cry, 'Man overboard!' announced to the
astonished crew that Boozey, in stepping back, as the captain (in
mere thoughtfulness) laid his hand upon the faithful pocket-pistol
which he wore in his belt, had lost his balance, and was struggling
with the foaming tide.
All was now stupefaction.
But with Capt. Boldheart, to throw off his uniform coat, regardless
of the various rich orders with which it was decorated, and to
plunge into the sea after the drowning giant, was the work of a
moment. Maddening was the excitement when boats were lowered;
intense the joy when the captain was seen holding up the drowning
man with his teeth; deafening the cheering when both were restored
to the main deck of 'The Beauty.' And, from the instant of his
changing his wet clothes for dry ones, Capt. Boldheart had no such
devoted though humble friend as William Boozey.
Boldheart now pointed to the horizon, and called the attention of
his crew to the taper spars of a ship lying snug in harbour under
the guns of a fort.
'She shall be ours at sunrise,' said he. 'Serve out a double
allowance of grog, and prepare for action.'
All was now preparation.
When morning dawned, after a sleepless night, it was seen that the
stranger was crowding on all sail to come out of the harbour and
offer battle. As the two ships came nearer to each other, the
stranger fired a gun and hoisted Roman colours. Boldheart then
perceived her to be the Latin-grammar master's bark. Such indeed
she was, and had been tacking about the world in unavailing
pursuit, from the time of his first taking to a roving life.
Boldheart now addressed his men, promising to blow them up if he
should feel convinced that their reputation required it, and giving
orders that the Latin-grammar master should be taken alive. He
then dismissed them to their quarters, and the fight began with a
broadside from 'The Beauty.' She then veered around, and poured in
another. 'The Scorpion' (so was the bark of the Latin-grammar
master appropriately called) was not slow to return her fire; and a
terrific cannonading ensued, in which the guns of 'The Beauty' did
tremendous execution.
The Latin-grammar master was seen upon the poop, in the midst of
the smoke and fire, encouraging his men. To do him justice, he was
no craven, though his white hat, his short gray trousers, and his
long snuff-coloured surtout reaching to his heels (the self-same
coat in which he had spited Boldheart), contrasted most
unfavourably with the brilliant uniform of the latter. At this
moment, Boldheart, seizing a pike and putting himself at the head
of his men, gave the word to board.
A desperate conflict ensued in the hammock-nettings, - or somewhere
in about that direction, - until the Latin-grammar master, having
all his masts gone, his hull and rigging shot through, and seeing
Boldheart slashing a path towards him, hauled down his flag
himself, gave up his sword to Boldheart, and asked for quarter.
Scarce had he been put into the captain's boat, ere 'The Scorpion'
went down with all on board.
On Capt. Boldheart's now assembling his men, a circumstance
occurred. He found it necessary with one blow of his cutlass to
kill the cook, who, having lost his brother in the late action, was
making at the Latin-grammar master in an infuriated state, intent
on his destruction with a carving-knife.
Capt. Boldheart then turned to the Latin-grammar master, severely
reproaching him with his perfidy, and put it to his crew what they
considered that a master who spited a boy deserved.
They answered with one voice, 'Death.'
'It may be so,' said the captain; 'but it shall never be said that
Boldheart stained his hour of triumph with the blood of his enemy.
Prepare the cutter.'
The cutter was immediately prepared.
'Without taking your life,' said the captain, 'I must yet for ever
deprive you of the power of spiting other boys. I shall turn you
adrift in this boat. You will find in her two oars, a compass, a
bottle of rum, a small cask of water, a piece of pork, a bag of
biscuit, and my Latin grammar. Go! and spite the natives, if you
can find any.'
Deeply conscious of this bitter sarcasm, the unhappy wretch was put
into the cutter, and was soon left far behind. He made no effort
to row, but was seen lying on his back with his legs up, when last
made out by the ship's telescopes.
A stiff breeze now beginning to blow, Capt. Boldheart gave orders
to keep her S.S.W., easing her a little during the night by falling
off a point or two W. by W., or even by W.S., if she complained
much. He then retired for the night, having in truth much need of
repose. In addition to the fatigues he had undergone, this brave
officer had received sixteen wounds in the engagement, but had not
mentioned it.
In the morning a white squall came on, and was succeeded by other
squalls of various colours. It thundered and lightened heavily for
six weeks. Hurricanes then set in for two months. Waterspouts and
tornadoes followed. The oldest sailor on board - and he was a very
old one - had never seen such weather. 'The Beauty' lost all idea
where she was, and the carpenter reported six feet two of water in
the hold. Everybody fell senseless at the pumps every day.
Provisions now ran very low. Our hero put the crew on short
allowance, and put himself on shorter allowance than any man in the
ship. But his spirit kept him fat. In this extremity, the
gratitude of Boozey, the captain of the foretop, whom our readers
may remember, was truly affecting. The loving though lowly William
repeatedly requested to be killed, and preserved for the captain's
table.
We now approach a change of affairs. One day during a gleam of
sunshine, and when the weather had moderated, the man at the
masthead - too weak now to touch his hat, besides its having been
blown away - called out,
'Savages!'
All was now expectation.
Presently fifteen hundred canoes, each paddled by twenty savages,
were seen advancing in excellent order. They were of a light green
colour (the savages were), and sang, with great energy, the
following strain:
Choo a choo a choo tooth.
Muntch, muntch. Nycey!
Choo a choo a choo tooth.
Muntch, muntch. Nycey!
As the shades of night were by this time closing in, these
expressions were supposed to embody this simple people's views of
the evening hymn. But it too soon appeared that the song was a
translation of 'For what we are going to receive,' &c.
The chief, imposingly decorated with feathers of lively colours,
and having the majestic appearance of a fighting parrot, no sooner
understood (he understood English perfectly) that the ship was 'The
Beauty,' Capt. Boldheart, than he fell upon his face on the deck,
and could not be persuaded to rise until the captain had lifted him
up, and told him he wouldn't hurt him. All the rest of the savages
also fell on their faces with marks of terror, and had also to be
lifted up one by one. Thus the fame of the great Boldheart had
gone before him, even among these children of Nature.
Turtles and oysters were now produced in astonishing numbers; and
on these and yams the people made a hearty meal. After dinner the
chief told Capt. Boldheart that there was better feeding up at the
village, and that he would be glad to take him and his officers
there. Apprehensive of treachery, Boldheart ordered his boat's
crew to attend him completely armed. And well were it for other
commanders if their precautions - but let us not anticipate.
When the canoes arrived at the beach, the darkness of the night was
illumined by the light of an immense fire. Ordering his boat's
crew (with the intrepid though illiterate William at their head) to
keep close and be upon their guard, Boldheart bravely went on, arm
in arm with the chief.
But how to depict the captain's surprise when he found a ring of
savages singing in chorus that barbarous translation of 'For what
we are going to receive,' &c., which has been given above, and
dancing hand in hand round the Latin-grammar master, in a hamper
with his head shaved, while two savages floured him, before putting
him to the fire to be cooked!
Boldheart now took counsel with his officers on the course to be
adopted. In the mean time, the miserable captive never ceased
begging pardon and imploring to be delivered. On the generous
Boldheart's proposal, it was at length resolved that he should not
be cooked, but should be allowed to remain raw, on two conditions,
namely:
1. That he should never, under any circumstances, presume to teach
any boy anything any more.
2. That, if taken back to England, he should pass his life in
travelling to find out boys who wanted their exercises done, and
should do their exercises for those boys for nothing, and never say
a word about it.
Drawing the sword from its sheath, Boldheart swore him to these
conditions on its shining blade. The prisoner wept bitterly, and
appeared acutely to feel the errors of his past career.
The captain then ordered his boat's crew to make ready for a
volley, and after firing to re-load quickly. 'And expect a score
or two on ye to go head over heels,' murmured William Boozey; 'for
I'm a-looking at ye.' With those words, the derisive though deadly
William took a good aim.
'Fire!'
The ringing voice of Boldheart was lost in the report of the guns
and the screeching of the savages. Volley after volley awakened
the numerous echoes. Hundreds of savages were killed, hundreds
wounded, and thousands ran howling into the woods. The Latin-
grammar master had a spare night-cap lent him, and a long-tail
coat, which he wore hind side before. He presented a ludicrous
though pitiable appearance, and serve him right.
We now find Capt. Boldheart, with this rescued wretch on board,
standing off for other islands. At one of these, not a cannibal
island, but a pork and vegetable one, he married (only in fun on
his part) the king's daughter. Here he rested some time, receiving
from the natives great quantities of precious stones, gold dust,
elephants' teeth, and sandal wood, and getting very rich. This,
too, though he almost every day made presents of enormous value to
his men.
The ship being at length as full as she could hold of all sorts of
valuable things, Boldheart gave orders to weigh the anchor, and
turn 'The Beauty's' head towards England. These orders were obeyed
with three cheers; and ere the sun went down full many a hornpipe
had been danced on deck by the uncouth though agile William.
We next find Capt. Boldheart about three leagues off Madeira,
surveying through his spy-glass a stranger of suspicious appearance
making sail towards him. On his firing a gun ahead of her to bring
her to, she ran up a flag, which he instantly recognised as the
flag from the mast in the back-garden at home.
Inferring from this, that his father had put to sea to seek his
long-lost son, the captain sent his own boat on board the stranger
to inquire if this was so, and, if so, whether his father's
intentions were strictly honourable. The boat came back with a
present of greens and fresh meat, and reported that the stranger
was 'The Family,' of twelve hundred tons, and had not only the
captain's father on board, but also his mother, with the majority
of his aunts and uncles, and all his cousins. It was further
reported to Boldheart that the whole of these relations had
expressed themselves in a becoming manner, and were anxious to
embrace him and thank him for the glorious credit he had done them.
Boldheart at once invited them to breakfast next morning on board
'The Beauty,' and gave orders for a brilliant ball that should last
all day.
It was in the course of the night that the captain discovered the
hopelessness of reclaiming the Latin-grammar master. That
thankless traitor was found out, as the two ships lay near each
other, communicating with 'The Family' by signals, and offering to
give up Boldheart. He was hanged at the yard-arm the first thing
in the morning, after having it impressively pointed out to him by
Boldheart that this was what spiters came to.
The meeting between the captain and his parents was attended with
tears. His uncles and aunts would have attended their meeting with
tears too, but he wasn't going to stand that. His cousins were
very much astonished by the size of his ship and the discipline of
his men, and were greatly overcome by the splendour of his uniform.
He kindly conducted them round the vessel, and pointed out
everything worthy of notice. He also fired his hundred guns, and
found it amusing to witness their alarm.
The entertainment surpassed everything ever seen on board ship, and
lasted from ten in the morning until seven the next morning. Only
one disagreeable incident occurred. Capt. Boldheart found himself
obliged to put his cousin Tom in irons, for being disrespectful.
On the boy's promising amendment, however, he was humanely released
after a few hours' close confinement.
Boldheart now took his mother down into the great cabin, and asked
after the young lady with whom, it was well known to the world, he
was in love. His mother replied that the object of his affections
was then at school at Margate, for the benefit of sea-bathing (it
was the month of September), but that she feared the young lady's
friends were still opposed to the union. Boldheart at once
resolved, if necessary, to bombard the town.
Taking the command of his ship with this intention, and putting all
but fighting men on board 'The Family,' with orders to that vessel
to keep in company, Boldheart soon anchored in Margate Roads. Here
he went ashore well-armed, and attended by his boat's crew (at
their head the faithful though ferocious William), and demanded to
see the mayor, who came out of his office.
'Dost know the name of yon ship, mayor?' asked Boldheart fiercely.
'No,' said the mayor, rubbing his eyes, which he could scarce
believe, when he saw the goodly vessel riding at anchor.
'She is named "The Beauty,"' said the captain.
'Hah!' exclaimed the mayor, with a start. 'And you, then, are
Capt. Boldheart?'
'The same.'
A pause ensued. The mayor trembled.
'Now, mayor,' said the captain, 'choose! Help me to my bride, or
be bombarded.'
The mayor begged for two hours' grace, in which to make inquiries
respecting the young lady. Boldheart accorded him but one; and
during that one placed William Boozey sentry over him, with a drawn
sword, and instructions to accompany him wherever he went, and to
run him through the body if he showed a sign of playing false.
At the end of the hour the mayor re-appeared more dead than alive,
closely waited on by Boozey more alive than dead.
'Captain,' said the mayor, 'I have ascertained that the young lady
is going to bathe. Even now she waits her turn for a machine. The
tide is low, though rising. I, in one of our town-boats, shall not
be suspected. When she comes forth in her bathing-dress into the
shallow water from behind the hood of the machine, my boat shall
intercept her and prevent her return. Do you the rest.'
'Mayor,' returned Capt. Boldheart, 'thou hast saved thy town.'
The captain then signalled his boat to take him off, and, steering
her himself, ordered her crew to row towards the bathing-ground,
and there to rest upon their oars. All happened as had been
arranged. His lovely bride came forth, the mayor glided in behind
her, she became confused, and had floated out of her depth, when,
with one skilful touch of the rudder and one quivering stroke from
the boat's crew, her adoring Boldheart held her in his strong arms.
There her shrieks of terror were changed to cries of joy.
Before 'The Beauty' could get under way, the hoisting of all the
flags in the town and harbour, and the ringing of all the bells,
announced to the brave Boldheart that he had nothing to fear. He
therefore determined to be married on the spot, and signalled for a
clergyman and clerk, who came off promptly in a sailing-boat named
'The Skylark.' Another great entertainment was then given on board
'The Beauty,' in the midst of which the mayor was called out by a
messenger. He returned with the news that government had sent down
to know whether Capt. Boldheart, in acknowledgment of the great
services he had done his country by being a pirate, would consent
to be made a lieutenant-colonel. For himself he would have spurned
the worthless boon; but his bride wished it, and he consented.
Only one thing further happened before the good ship 'Family' was
dismissed, with rich presents to all on board. It is painful to
record (but such is human nature in some cousins) that Capt.
Boldheart's unmannerly Cousin Tom was actually tied up to receive
three dozen with a rope's end 'for cheekiness and making game,'
when Capt. Boldheart's lady begged for him, and he was spared.
'The Beauty' then refitted, and the captain and his bride departed
for the Indian Ocean to enjoy themselves for evermore.
PART IV. - ROMANCE FROM THE PEN OF MISS NETTIE ASHFORD (Aged half-
past six.)
THERE is a country, which I will show you when I get into maps,
where the children have everything their own way. It is a most
delightful country to live in. The grown-up people are obliged to
obey the children, and are never allowed to sit up to supper,
except on their birthdays. The children order them to make jam and
jelly and marmalade, and tarts and pies and puddings, and all
manner of pastry. If they say they won't, they are put in the
corner till they do. They are sometimes allowed to have some; but
when they have some, they generally have powders given them
afterwards.
One of the inhabitants of this country, a truly sweet young
creature of the name of Mrs. Orange, had the misfortune to be sadly
plagued by her numerous family. Her parents required a great deal
of looking after, and they had connections and companions who were
scarcely ever out of mischief. So Mrs. Orange said to herself, 'I
really cannot be troubled with these torments any longer: I must
put them all to school.'
Mrs. Orange took off her pinafore, and dressed herself very nicely,
and took up her baby, and went out to call upon another lady of the
name of Mrs. Lemon, who kept a preparatory establishment. Mrs.
Orange stood upon the scraper to pull at the bell, and give a ring-
ting-ting.
Mrs. Lemon's neat little housemaid, pulling up her socks as she
came along the passage, answered the ring-ting-ting.
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