Natural history -- Juvenile fiction; Ornamental birds -- Juvenile fiction; Robins as pets -- Juvenile fiction
Nothing material occurred before the day of separation. Great regret
was evinced, both on the part of the children and that of their dear
grand-mamma; but her promise to visit them the following summer, and
the prospect of meeting their parents, soon consoled the former, and
they set out for their paternal dwelling, about twenty miles distant,
taking me with them.
CHAP. X.
It was not till I had been some time with my little master that I could
fully appreciate his amiable character: nor do I, indeed, think that I
was ever acquainted with the whole extent of his goodness; but so many
admirable traits fell under my immediate notice, that I became daily
more attached to him. He was extremely kind to me, procuring me every
comfort and indulgence in his power, and giving me liberty whenever he
was at home. I might frequently have taken advantage of his confidence
in me, had I wished to escape; but I loved him too well to think of
leaving him, and had also experienced such vicissitudes, that I had no
desire to go in quest of new adventures. Here I had every thing I could
wish for, and I felt happy under the protection of a master whom I
could at once admire and esteem.
Henry was by no means insensible of my regard. “Dear mamma,” he would
frequently say, “I am sure my bird knows me, and loves me too, for he
is always so much rejoiced when I return home, if I have been absent
ever so short a time.”
His dear mother always seized the occasion, when he made these
observations, to inculcate some amiable impression, or draw some useful
inference. “You see, my dear boy,” she would observe, “what pleasure
there is in pleasing. You are kind to your little bird, he is, in
return, affectionate and grateful; his caresses, though of no real
value, are delightful to you. In them you experience what I have so
often represented to you, that trifling acts of kindness and gratitude,
though in themselves unimportant, are of inestimable value to the
receiver. You in some measure resemble your little bird, when you
display affection and gratitude towards your parents, and I trust that
the pleasure you now feel from his acknowledgement of your kindness, is
but an earnest of that you will enjoy when you are able to be useful
to your fellow-creatures. I have to add, though, that you are not
always to expect gratitude for your kindness; that is not the reward I
would wish you to seek, but rather that recompence of which no one can
deprive you—the approbation of your own heart.”
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