The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk GirlCobbold, Richard
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The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk Girl
Cobbold, Richard
Catchpole, Margaret, 1762-1819 -- Fiction
At the Cliff there was not a single individual in whom the mistress did
not feel a deep interest. None were beneath her notice; none came near
her whom she did not strive to improve. Though she commanded the hearts
of many highly distinguished persons in the drawing-room, she commanded
the affections of her family, and of every servant under her roof. Poor
Margaret appeared to her an object of peculiar interest. Ignorant as she
found her in letters, and in many things relating to her situation,
there was in her a capacity, which this lady discovered, to require
nothing but instruction to perfect it. Readily did she comprehend when
the kindness of her mistress was shown in condescending to teach her,
and rapid was the progress she made in everything explained to her.
Margaret had a difficult situation to fulfil even in the household
arrangements of this excellent lady; for she was under-nursemaid in the
morning, and under-cook in the evening; two very different stations, but
both of which she discharged with fidelity, and at length rose in that
family to fill the head place in both stations at different periods.
Her mistress had married a gentleman who had fourteen children living at
the time, and she had every prospect of seeing the number increase. It
required a woman of energy to direct the household affairs of such a
numerous family, as well as a woman of method and management in the
nursery. Well did Margaret second the work which the head nurse had in
hand. No one could be more indefatigable in her duties--none more
constantly employed.
It was Margaret's especial province to walk out with the children, to
carry the young ones, and to lead now and then an elder one. A retired
and pleasant walk it was at the back of the Cliff to Sawyer's Farm,
either along the river's side to the Grove, or Hog Island, or through
the farmyard, up the sandy hill, from the top of which Ipswich and its
environs were so conspicuous. In all the innocent enjoyments of
children, Margaret took particular delight. She would make chains of
dandelions, whistles of cats' tails; collect lords and ladies, string
ladies' hair; make whips of rushes for the boys, and cradles for dolls
for the girls. Her eyes were ever watchful, her hands ever useful. The
children loved her, and bounded to her with pleasure, whenever the order
was given for a walk. She was equally dauntless in their defence,
whether it was against a dog, or the geese, or the cattle of the field,
or the gipsy, or the drunken sailor.
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