American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Sunday schools -- United States -- Periodicals
IN the first place, I took a walk. It was a March day, but I wore a
sun hat and carried a sun umbrella. Crossing the road in front of my
cottage, I went through a little gate, ran down a hill under great
spreading pines, and walked along the shore of a lovely lake, stopping
now and then to pick white violets, and whortleberry blossoms with
which to adorn my hat. Then I sat me down in a rustic seat, and read
a letter from some friends in Ohio, telling about a snow storm, and
a wind storm, and a frost frolic, and I know not what not of sulky,
boisterous weather. Over my head, meanwhile, the mocking birds sang
merrily, now pretending that they were robins, now bobolinks, and now
nothing but common chirping birds!
Yes, I was in a different country; and you are guessing rightly, that
it was in sunny Florida.
But it was time to go on; the great tabernacle bell was ringing, and
I wanted to be in at the opening, for we were promised some curious
sights that day. After all, I was late; some friends who had been in
the woods stopped to show me some pitcher plants, and to divide great
sprays of sweet-scented Southern jessamine with me, and when I tiptoed
into the tabernacle, work had commenced.
Certainly the sight was curious enough. Men and women, some of them
gray-headed and spectacled, each of them with a bit of paper in hand
about four inches square; red, or yellow, or blue, or golden, as the
case might be; all the colors of the rainbow seemed to be there. Each
of these grave men and women were bent over their papers, carefully
folding, and creasing, and re-folding, according to the direction of
the leader, until they had each made what a small woman of six, sitting
near me, called "a little birdie with wings!" but what her gray-haired
aunt sitting beside her, pronounced to be a "strictly correct
geometrical figure." "Geometry," was that the subject? Well, that is
for grown people, surely. No, playing at boat and bird building. Was
that the subject? But that is for _children_.
Well, you are both right; it _was_ Geometry, and it was _play_. And
the name of it is Kindergarten.
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