Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)Various
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Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)
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Children's literature -- Periodicals
To describe the amusements, the lively and comical manners of the
Neapolitans, which render the streets of the city a perpetual fair and
spectacle, night and day, would require a volume. The ordinary manners
of the people, when engaged in the common transactions of life, are
full of action, grimace, and theatrical flourish. Two fellows, making
a bargain, will chatter, bawl, exclaim, sputter, roll up their eyes,
shrug their shoulders, flourish their arms, stamp their feet, cut
capers, and practise the most extravagant grimaces; you would think
they were going to claw each other’s eyes out; yet they are only
higgling about the value of a sixpence. If you ask the price of an
article, in the street, you will be told that it is five dollars; but
there will be no difficulty in beating it down to half a dollar. They
think it not at all disreputable to impose on a stranger, and make him
pay ten times the value of a thing. When they are reproached with these
transactions, they smile in your face, and ask you how you can expect a
poor man to be honest!
The following story is extracted from a little book entitled “Moral
Tales, by Robert Merry,” and published by John S. Taylor & Co., New
York.
Cheerful Cherry;
OR, MAKE THE BEST OF IT.
“Oh dear me,” said Frederic; “how the wind does blow! It will take my
hat off and throw it into the pond! I wish it wouldn’t blow so!”
“Oh dear, oh dear!” said little Philip, set agoing by the cries and
complaints of his elder brother; “Oh dear, naughty wind, blow Philip
away!”
“How it does rain!” said Frederic.
“Oh how it rain!” said Philip.
“Oh dear, I’m so wet!” said Frederic.
“Oh! Philip all wet!” said the little boy.
“Nonsense, nonsense,” said Geraldine; “don’t mind the wind and the
rain. Why, Freddy, you should be more of a man. Philip, my dear, it
won’t hurt you to get a little wet. You are not made of sugar, child!
We’ll run home as fast as we can, and if you get wet I’ll put you on a
nice dry apron, and a dry gown, and you will be all right again. Come
along! Don’t mind the storm, Freddy. Always make the best of it. We’ll
soon get home!”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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