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Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_204683
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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a great many people poorer than he, that
are also very deserving?
Sally. Are there?
Mrs M. Yes, to be sure. Don't you
know what a number of poor people there
are all around us, who have very few of
the comforts we enjoy? What do you think
of Plowman the labourer? I believe you
never saw him idle in your hfe.
Sally. No; he is gone to work long
before I am up, and he does not return till
almost bed-time, unless it be for his dinner.
Mrs. M. Well; how do you think his
wife and children live? Should you like
that we should change places with them?
Sally. 0 no! they are so dirty and
ragged.
Mrs. M. They are indeed, poor crea-
tures! but I am afraid they suffer worse
evils than that.
Sally. What, mamma?
Mrs. M. Why, I am afraid they often
do not get so much victuals as they could
eat. And then in winter they must be half
starved for want of fire and warm clothing.
How do you think you could bear all this?
Sally. Indeed, I don't know. But I have
seen Plowman's wife carry great brown
loaves into the house; and I remember
once eating some brown bread and milk,
and I thought it very good.
Mrs. M. I believe you would not much
hke it constantly: besides, they can hardly
get enough of that. But you seem to know
almost as little of the poor as the young
French princess did.
Sally. What was that, mamma?
Mrs. M. Why, there had been one year
so bad a harvest in France, that numbers
of the poor were famished to death. This
calamity was so much talked of, that it
reached the court, and was mentioned be-
fore the young princesses. Dear me! said
one of them, how silly that was! Why,
rather than be famished, I would eat bread
and cheese. Her governess was then ob-
hged to acquaint her, that the greatest part
of her father's subjects scarcely ever eat
any thing better than black bread all their
lives; and that vast numbers would now
think themselves very happy to get only
half their usual pittance of that. Such
wretchedness as this was what the princess
had not the least idea of; and the account
shocked her so much, that she was glad to
sacrifice all her finery to afford some relief
to the sufferings of the poor.
Sally. But I hope there is nobody fa-
mished in our country?
Mrs. M. I hope not, for we have laws
by which every person is entitled to relief
from the parish, if he is unable to gain a
subsistence; and were there no laws about
it, I am sure it would be our duty to part
with every superfluity, rather than let a
fellow-creature perish for want of neces-
saries.
Sally. Then do you think it was wrong
for Miss Pemberton to have all those fine
things?
Mrs. M. No, my dear, if they are suit-
able to her fortune, and do not consume
the money which ought to be employed in
more useful things for herself and others,
Sally. But why might not she be con-
tented with such things as I have; and
give the money that the rest cost to the
poor?
Mrs. M. Because she can afford both
to be charitable to the poor, and also to
indulge herself in these pleasures. But do
you recollect that the children of Mr.
White the baker, and Mr, Shape the tailor,
might just ask the same question about you?
Sally. How so?
Mrs. M. Are not you as much better'
dressed, and as much more plentifully sup-
phed with playthings than they are, as Miss
Pemberton is than you?
Sally, Why, I believe I am; for I re-
member Polly White was very glad of one
of my old dolls; and Nancy Shape cried
for such a sash as mine, but her mother
would not let her have one.
Mrs. M. Then you see, my dear, that
there are many who have fewer things to
be thankful for than you have, and you
may also learn what ought to be the true
measure of the expectations of children
and the indulgences of parents,
Sally. I do not quite understand you,
mamma.
Mrs, M. Every thing ought to be suited
to the station in which we live, or are like-
ly to live, and the wants and duties of
it. Your papa and I do not grudge laying
out part of our money to promote the in-
nocent pleasure of our children; but it
would be very wrong in us to lay out so
much on this account as would oblige us
to spare in some more necessary articles,
as in their education, and .the common
household expenses required in our way of
living. Besides, it would be so far from
making you happier, that it would be doing
you the greatest injury.
Sally. How could that be, mamma?
Mrs. M. If you were now to be dressed
like Miss Pemberton, don't you think you
would be greatly mortified at being worse
dressed when you come to be a young
woman?