Autumnal leaves: tales and sketches in prose and rhymeChild, Lydia Maria
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Autumnal leaves: tales and sketches in prose and rhyme
Child, Lydia Maria
American essays -- 19th century; American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
Esther and her brother were troubled with no ambitious conjectures
whether or not they could ever become spiritual giants; they simply felt
that the acquisition of knowledge was present delight. They thought
little of hats and shoes, till father and mother said these must be
bought with a portion of their wages; but after that, they were doubly
careful of their hats, and often carried their shoes in their hands.
Thus were they, in their unconscious earnestness, living according to
laws which highest reason would prescribe for the whole social fabric.
They worked industriously at manual labor, but always with a spiritual
end in view; and that spiritual end was their own chosen recreation.
They practised the most careful economy, but it was neither mean nor
painful, because it was for a noble use, not for the mere sake of
accumulation.
Though the poor parents were obliged to appropriate a portion of the
children’s juvenile earnings, there was one little fund that was
entirely their own. The two chickens had a progeny of chickens, and
these, in process of time, likewise laid eggs. John picked up every
stray grain of oats he could find, because he had heard it was a good
kind of food to increase eggs; and busy little Esther saved all the
oyster shells she could find, to pound for the hens in winter, when
there was no gravel to furnish material for the shells. The cackling of
a hen was to them an important event. Esther smiled at her knitting as
she heard it, and John, as he plucked the weeds, raised up his head to
listen. Hens have been often laughed at for proclaiming all abroad that
another egg is in the world; but John’s brood had a right to crow over
their mission. Cackle away to thy heart’s content, thou brown little
feather-top! Never mind their jibes and jeers! Thy human superiors often
become world-famous by simply obeying an impulse, which, unconsciously
to themselves, evolves extensive and progressive good; and thou art not
the first prattling egotist, who has worked for far higher results than
he had the ability to comprehend. Let him who laughs at thy cackling,
measure, if he can, what share thy new-laid egg may have in changing the
destiny of man! It will aid in the culture of a human soul. It will help
to develop and stimulate individual thought. And if generously aimed and
fearlessly uttered, may not that individual thought pervade and modify
the entire opinion of society? And is not law the mere record of
aggregate opinion?
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