Chimney sweeps -- Juvenile fiction; Fairy tales -- England
Well, but you see they have not the advantage of Aunt Agitate’s Arguments
in the sea-land down below.
“Now,” said the fairy to Tom, “will you be a good boy for my sake, and
torment no more sea-beasts till I come back?”
“And you will cuddle me again?” said poor little Tom.
“Of course I will, you little duck. I should like to take you with me
and cuddle you all the way, only I must not;” and away she went.
So Tom really tried to be a good boy, and tormented no sea-beasts after
that as long as he lived; and he is quite alive, I assure you, still.
Oh, how good little boys ought to be who have kind pussy mammas to cuddle
them and tell them stories; and how afraid they ought to be of growing
naughty, and bringing tears into their mammas’ pretty eyes!
[Picture: Little both with mother]
CHAPTER VI
“Thou little child, yet glorious in the night
Of heaven-born freedom on thy Being’s height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The Years to bring the inevitable yoke—
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight,
And custom lie upon thee with a weight
Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life.”
WORDSWORTH.
[Picture: The Officer and a crying child] HERE I come to the very saddest
part of all my story. I know some people will only laugh at it, and call
it much ado about nothing. But I know one man who would not; and he was
an officer with a pair of gray moustaches as long as your arm, who said
once in company that two of the most heart-rending sights in the world,
which moved him most to tears, which he would do anything to prevent or
remedy, were a child over a broken toy and a child stealing sweets.
The company did not laugh at him; his moustaches were too long and too
gray for that: but, after he was gone, they called him sentimental and so
forth, all but one dear little old Quaker lady with a soul as white as
her cap, who was not, of course, generally partial to soldiers; and she
said very quietly, like a Quaker:
“Friends, it is borne upon my mind that that is a truly brave man.”
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