Last Words: A Final Collection of StoriesEwing, Juliana Horatia
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Last Words: A Final Collection of Stories
Ewing, Juliana Horatia
Children's stories; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
"Your excellent parents trained me to tricks; and very senseless some
of them seemed, I must say:
"But I've lived to be proud of what I've been taught; and glad too
that I learned to obey.
"For, depend upon it, if you never do as you're told till you know the
reason why, or till you find that you must;
"You are much less of a Prize Pug than you might have been if you'd
taken good government on trust."
* * * * *
"Take me back to your arms, Little Missis, I feel cooler, and calmer
in my mind.
"Yes, there can be no doubt about it. You must do what your mother
tells you, for you know that she's wise and kind.
"You must take as much pains to _lose your_ tricks as I took to _learn
mine_, long ago;
"And we may all live to see you yet--'Class Young Lady. First Prize.
Gold Medal--of a Show.'"
TINY.
"Oh, Toby, my dear old Toby, you wise and wonderful Pug!
"Don't struggle off yet, stay on my knee for a bit, you'll be much
hotter in the fender, and I want to give you a great, big hug.
"What are you turning round and round for? you'll make yourself giddy,
Toby. If you're looking for your tail, it is there, all right.
"You can't see it for yourself because you're so fat, and because it
is curled so tight.
"I daresay you could play with it, like Kitty, when you were a pup,
but it must be a long time now since you've seen it.
"It's rather rude of you, Mr. Pug, to lie down with your back to me,
and a grunt, but I know you don't mean it.
"I wanted to hug you, Toby, because I do thank you for giving me such
good advice, and I know every word of it's true.
"I mean to try hard to follow it, and I'll tell you what I shall do.
"Nurse wants to put bitter stuff on the tips of my fingers, to cure me
of biting them, and now I think I shall let her.
"I know they're not fit to be seen, but she says they would soon
become better.
"I mean to keep my hands behind my back a good deal till they're well,
and to hold my head up, and turn out my toes; and every time I give
way to one of my tricks, I shall go and stand (_on both legs_) before
the picture, and confess it to great-great-grand-mamma.
"Just fancy if I've no tricks left this time next year, Toby! Won't
that show how clever we are?
"I for trying so hard to do what I'm told, and you for being so wise
that people will say--'That sensible pug cured that silly little girl
when not even her mother could mend her.'
"----Ah! Bad Dog! Where are you slinking off to?--Oh, Toby, darling!
do, _do_ take a little of your own good advice, and try to cure
yourself of lying in the fender!"
THE OWL IN THE IVY BUSH.
OR, THE CHILDREN'S BIRD OF WISDOM.
INTRODUCTION.
"Hoot toots, man, yon's a queer bird!"
--_Bonnie Scotland._
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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