82 Works of Juliana Horatia Ewing
“Well, father, I don’t believe the Browns are a bit better off than we are; and yet, when I spent the day with young Brown, we cooked all sorts of messes in the afternoon; and he wasted twice as much rum and brandy and lemons in his trash as I should want to make good [...]
Every one ought to be happy at Christmas. But there are many things which ought to be, and yet are not; and people are sometimes sad even in the Christmas holidays.
The Captain and his wife were sad, though it was Christmas Eve. Sad, though they were in the prime of life, blessed with good health, [...]
(From the German of R. Reinick.)
A certain old knight had a little daughter called Gertrude; and when his brother died, leaving an only son, he took the boy into his castle, and treated him as his own son. The boy’s name was Walter. The two children lived together like brother and sister; they only played [...]
A DRAMATIC DIALOGUE.
(From the French of Jean Mace.)
Peace. War. A French Grenadier. A German Hussar. A Scotch Highlander. A Cossack. A Russian Peasant Woman. A French Peasant Woman. A German Peasant Woman. An English Peasant Woman.
Soldiers are lying on the ground. Peace is seated at the back, leaning her elbow on one knee, [...]
(Freely adapted from the German.)
Ever so long ago there lived a certain king, at whose court great rejoicings were held for the birth of a child. But this joy was soon turned to sorrow, when the young queen died, and left her infant daughter motherless. As the body of the young queen lay in state, [...]
(Freely adapted from the German.)
WHAT PETER FOUND IN THE PAN–AN UGLY SMILE–THE WIDOW’S RECKONINGS–REST BY RUSHLIGHT.
On a cold winter’s evening it is very cosy to sit by a warm hearth, where the fire crackles pleasantly, and the old saucepan, which Mother has set on the fire, sings monotonously to itself between-whiles.
On such a night the [...]
[Daughter of the Rev. Alexander John Scott, D.D.]
(LORD NELSON’S CHAPLAIN, AND THE FRIEND IN WHOSE ARMS HE DIED AT TRAFALGAR),
was Born June 3rd, 1809.
In 1839 she was Married to the Rev. Alfred Gatty,
OF ECCLESFIELD, YORKSHIRE,
where she Died on October the 4th, 1873, aged 64.
My mother became editor of Aunt Judy’s Magazine in May 1866. [...]
Tales of the Khoja.
(Adapted from the Turkish.)
“O my children!” said the story-teller, “do you indeed desire amusement by the words of my lips? Then shut your mouths, that the noise you make may be abated, and I may hear myself speak; and open your ears, that you may be entertained by the tales that I [...]
By little woods are here meant–not woods of small extent, but–woods in which the trees never grow big, woods that are to grown-up woods as children to grown-up people, woods that seem made on purpose for children, and dwarfs, and dolls, and fairies.
These little woods have many names, varying with the trees of which they [...]
“Now the bright morning star, day’s harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flow’ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.”–Milton.
On the whole, perhaps, May is the most beautiful of the English months, especially the latter half of it; and yet I suppose [...]
Cousin Peregrine’s Traveller’s Tales: Jack Of Pera
(Founded on Fact.)
“Cousin Peregrine, oughtn’t we to love our neighbour, whether he’s a nice neighbour or a nasty neighbour?”
“But need we when he’s a nasty next-door neighbour?” asked Fred, in such rueful tones that Cousin Peregrine burst out laughing and said, “Who is your nasty next-door neighbour, Fred, [...]
This fanciful and high-sounding title was given by the great Swedish botanist, Linnaeus, to a race of plants which are in reality by no means distantly allied to a very humble family–the family of Rushes.
The great race of Palms puzzled the learned Swede. He did not know where to put them in his system; so [...]
Cousin Peregrine’s Wonder Stories: The Chinese Jugglers, and the Englishman’s Hands
(Founded on Fact.)
Cousin Peregrine had never been away quite so long before. He had been in the East, and the latter part of his absence from home had been spent not only in a foreign country, but in parts of it where Englishmen had seldom [...]
Cousin Peregrine’s Wonder Stories: Waves of the Great South Seas (Founded on Fact.)
“Very likely the man who drew it had been nearly drowned by one himself.”
“Very likely nothing of the sort!”
“How could he draw it if he hadn’t seen it?”
“Why, they always do. Look at Uncle Alfred, he drew a splendid picture of a shipwreck. [...]
The councillor’s chimney smoked. It always did smoke when the wind was in the north. A Smut came down and settled on a brass knob of the fender, which the councillor’s housekeeper had polished that very morning. The shining surface reflected the Smut, and he seemed to himself to be two.
“How large I am!” said [...]
It was a Crick in the wall, a very small Crick too. But it is not always the biggest people who have the strongest affections.
When the wind was in the east, it blew the Dust into the Crick, and when it set the other way, the Dust was blown out of it. The Crick was [...]
There once lived a farmer who was so avaricious and miserly, and so hard and close in all his dealings that, as folks say, he would skin a flint. A Jew and a Yorkshireman had each tried to bargain with him, and both had had the worst of it. It is needless to say that [...]
A MEMORABLE NEW YEAR’S DAY.
Dorothy to Eleanor,
You have so often reminded me how rapidly the most startling facts pass from the memory of man, and I have so often thereupon promised to write down a full account of that mysterious affair in which I was providentially called upon to play so prominent a [...]
There was once a wicked magician who prospered, and did much evil for many years. But there came a day when Vengeance, disguised as a blind beggar, overtook him, and outwitted him, and stole his magic wand. With this he had been accustomed to turn those who offended him into any shape he pleased; and [...]
A Fool and a Knave once set up house together; which shows what a fool the Fool was.
The Knave was delighted with the agreement; and the Fool thought himself most fortunate to have met with a companion who would supply his lack of mother-wit.
As neither of them liked work, the Knave proposed that they should [...]
“Don’t Care”–so they say–fell into a goose-pond; and “I won’t” is apt to come to no better an end. At least, my grandmother tells me that was how the Miller had to quit his native town, and leave the tip of his nose behind him.
It all came of his being allowed to say “I won’t” [...]
There was once a young fellow whom fortune had blessed with a good mother, a clever head, and a strong body. But beyond this she had not much favoured him; and though able and willing to work, he had often little to do, and less to eat. But his mother had taught him to be [...]
Many years ago, there lived a certain worthy man who was twice married. By his first wife he had a son, who soon after his mother’s death resolved to become a soldier, and go to foreign lands. “When one has seen the world, one values home the more,” said he; “and if I live I [...]
In days gone by there lived a poor widow who had brought up her only child so well that the little lass was more helpful and handy than many a grown-up person.
When other women’s children were tearing and dirtying their clothes, clamouring at their mothers’ skirts for this and that, losing and breaking and spoiling [...]
Generations ago, there once lived a farmer’s son, who had no great harm in him, and no great good either. He always meant well, but he had a poor spirit, and was too fond of idle company.
One day his father sent him to market with some sheep for sale, and when business was over for [...]
There once lived a poor weaver, whose wife died a few years after their marriage. He was now alone in the world except for their child, who was a very quick and industrious little lad, and, moreover, of such an obliging disposition that he gained the nickname of Kind William.
On his seventh birthday his father [...]
[Footnote 8: Rath = a kind of moat-surrounded spot much favoured by Irish fairies. The ditch is generally overgrown with furze-bushes.]
There was not a nicer boy in all Ireland than Pat, and clever at his trade too, if only he’d had one.
But from his cradle he learned nothing (small blame to him with no [...]
There was once a king in whose dominions lived no less than three magicians.
When the king’s eldest son was christened, the king invited the three magicians to the christening feast, and to make the compliment the greater, he asked one of them to stand godfather. But the other two, who were not asked to be [...]
In days of yore, there were once two poor old widows who lived in the same hamlet and under the same roof. But though the cottages joined and one roof covered them, they had each a separate dwelling; and although they were alike in age and circumstances, yet in other respects they were very different. [...]
In the Highlands of Scotland there once lived a Laird of Brockburn, who would not believe in fairies. Although his sixth cousin on the mother’s side, as he returned one night from a wedding, had seen the Men of Peace hunting on the sides of Ben Muich Dhui, dressed in green, and with silver-mounted bridles [...]
In days when ogres were still the terror of certain districts, there was one who had long kept a whole neighbourhood in fear without any one daring to dispute his tyranny.
By thefts and exactions, by heavy ransoms from merchants too old and tough to be eaten, in one way and another, the Ogre had become [...]
A certain lake in Germany was once the home of a Nix, who became tired of the monotony of life under water, and wished to go into the upper world and amuse himself.
His friends and relations all tried to dissuade him. “Be wise,” said they, “and remain where you are safe, seeing that no business [...]
Long ago there lived a cobbler who had very poor wits, but by strict industry he could earn enough to keep himself and his widowed mother in comfort.
In this manner he had lived for many years in peace and prosperity, when a distant relative died who left him a certain sum of money. This so [...]
It is well known that the Good People cannot abide meanness. They like to be liberally dealt with when they beg or borrow of the human race; and, on the other hand, to those who come to them in need, they are invariably generous.
Now there once lived a certain Housewife who had a sharp eye [...]
A Legend of a Lake.
On a certain lake there once lived a Neck, or Water Sprite, who desired, above all things, to obtain a human soul. Now when the sun shone this Neck rose up and sat upon the waves and played upon his harp. And he played so sweetly that the winds stayed to [...]
There was once upon a time a child who had Good Luck for his godfather.
“I am not Fortune,” said Good Luck to the parents; “I have no gifts to bestow, but whenever he needs help I will be at hand.”
“Nothing could be better,” said the old couple. They were delighted. But what pleases the father [...]
HINTS FOR PRIVATE THEATRICALS.–I.
IN A LETTER FROM BURNT CORK TO ROUGE POT.
MY DEAR ROUGE POT,–You say that you all want to have “theatricals” these holidays, and beg me to give you some useful rules and hints to study before the Christmas Play comes out in the December Number of Aunt Judy.
I will do my best. [...]
“Cowards are cruel.” OLD PROVERB.
This story begins on a fine autumn afternoon when, at the end of a field over which the shadows of a few wayside trees were stalking like long thin giants, a man and a boy sat side by side upon a stile. They were not a happy-looking pair. The boy [...]
“Thou oughtest, therefore, to call to mind the more heavysufferings of others, that so thou mayest the easier bearthy own very small troubles.”–THE IMITATION OFCHRIST.
Children who live always with grass and flowers at their feet, and a clear sky overhead, can have no real idea of the charm that country sights and sounds have for [...]
A TALE IN THREE CHAPTERS.
“Sweet are the vses of aduersitieWhich like the toad, ougly and venemous,Weares yet a precious lewell in his head.”AS YOU LIKE IT: A.D. 1623.
It was the year of grace 1779. In one of the most beautiful corners of beautiful France stood a grand old chateau. It was a fine old [...]
AN OLD-FASHIONED TALE OF THE YOUNG DAYS OF A GRUMPY OLD GODFATHER.
“Can you fancy, young people,” said Godfather Garbel, winking with his prominent eyes, and moving his feet backwards and forwards in his square shoes, so that you could hear the squeak-leather half a room off–”can you fancy my having been a very little [...]
“Let me not think an action mine own way,But as Thy love shall sway,Resigning up the rudder to Thy skill.”
One day, when I was a very little girl (which is a long time ago), I made a discovery. The place where I made it was not very remote, being a holly-bush at the bottom [...]
A TALE OF THE FEAST OF ST. NICHOLAS.
“Ne pinger ne scolpir fia piu che queti,L’anima volta a quell’ Amor divinoCh’asserse a prender noi in Croce le braccia.”
“Painting and Sculpture’s aid in vain I crave,My one sole refuge is that Love divineWhich from the Cross stretched forth its arms to save.”
Written by MICHAEL ANGELO at the [...]
Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,Last eve in Beauty’s circle proudly gay,The midnight brought the signal sound of strife,The morn the marshalling in arms–the dayBattle’s magnificently stern array!The thunder clouds close o’er it, which when rentThe earth is covered thick with other clay,Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,Rider and [...]
A summer’s afternoon. Early in the summer, and late in the afternoon; with odors and colors deepening, and shadows lengthening, towards evening.
Two gaffers gossiping, seated side by side upon a Yorkshire wall. A wall of sandstone of many colors, glowing redder and yellower as the sun goes down; well cushioned with moss and lichen, and [...]
“If solid happiness we prize,Within our breast this jewel lies.
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From our own selves our joys must flow,And peace begins at home.”
The family–our family, not the Happy Family–consisted of me and my brothers and sisters. I have a father [...]
Every child who has gardening tools,Should learn by heart these gardening rules.
He who owns a gardening spade,Should be able to dig the depth of its blade.
He who owns a gardening hoe,Must be sure how he means his strokes to go.
But he who owns a gardening fork,May make it do all the other tools’ work.
Though to [...]
“Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seemBy that sweet ornament which truth doth give!The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deemFor that sweet odour which doth in it live.”
My godmother, Lady Elizabeth, used to say, “Most things are matters of habit. Good habits and bad habits.” And she generally added, “Your bad [...]
Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind,In the primal sympathyWhich, having been, must ever be.
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And, O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and [...]
“Like little body with a mighty heart.”
King Henry V., Act 2.
It was not her real name: it was given to her by her brothers and sister. People with very marked qualities of character do sometimes get such distinctive titles, to rectify the indefiniteness of those they inherit and those they receive in baptism. The [...]
“Finding, following, keeping, struggling,Is HE sure to bless?”
Hymn of the Eastern Church.
A FAMILY FAILING.
We are a very ill-tempered family.
I want to say it, and not to unsay it by any explanations, because I think it is good for us to face the fact in the unadorned form in which it probably presents itself to [...]
“Tell us a story,” said the children, “a sad one, if you please, and a little true. But, above all, let it end badly, for we are tired of people who live happily ever after.”
“I heard one lately,” said the old man who lived in the wood; “it is founded on fact, and is a [...]
AN EARTHQUAKE IN THE NURSERY.
It was certainly an aggravated offence. It is generally understood in families that “boys will be boys,” but there is a limit to the forbearance implied in the extenuating axiom. Master Sam was condemned to the back nursery for the rest of the day.
He always had had the knack of breaking [...]
This is a story of Three Christmas Trees. The first was a real one, but the child we are to speak of did not see it. He saw the other two, but they were not real; they only existed in his fancy. The plot of the story is very simple; and, as it has been [...]
A little girl sat sewing and crying on a garden seat. She had fair floating hair, which the breeze blew into her eyes, and between the cloud of hair, and the mist of tears, she could not see her work very clearly. She neither tied up her locks, nor dried her eyes, however; for when [...]
My name is Toots. Why, I have not the slightest idea. But I suppose very few people–cats or otherwise–are consulted about their own names. If they were, these would perhaps be, as a rule, more appropriate.
What qualities of mind or body my name was supposed to illustrate, I have not to this hour a [...]
“Who dug his grave?”
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“Who made his shroud?”“I,” said the Beetle,“With my thread and needle,I made his shroud.”–Death of Cock Robin.
It must be much easier to play at things when there are more of you than when there is only [...]
The care of a large family is no light matter, as everybody knows. And that year I had an unusually large family. No less than seven young urchins for Mrs. Hedgehog and myself to take care of and start in life; and there was not a prickly parent on this side of the brook, [...]
It was Christmas-eve in an old-fashioned country-house, where Christmas was being kept with old-fashioned form and custom. It was getting late. The candles swaggered in their sockets, and the yule log glowed steadily like a red-hot coal.
“The fire has reached his heart,” said the tutor: “he is warm all through. How red he is! He [...]
My godmother’s grandmother knew a good deal about the fairies. Her grandmother had seen a fairy rade on a Roodmas Eve, and she herself could remember a copper vessel of a queer shape which had been left by the elves on some occasion at an old farm-house among the hills, The following story came from [...]
Very few beetles have ever seen a Glass Pond. I once spent a week in one, and though I think, with good management, and in society suitably selected, it may be a comfortable home enough, I advise my water-neighbours to be content with the pond in the wood.
The story of my brief sojourn in the [...]
I remember the time when I, and a brother who was with me, devoutly believed in a being whom we supposed to live among certain black, water-rotted, weed-grown stakes by the sea. These old wooden ruins were, I fancy, the remains of some rude pier, and amid them, when the tide was low, we used [...]
(Translated from the German of VICTOR BLUeTHGEN.)
What a hot, drowsy afternoon it was.
The blazing sun shone with such a glare upon the farmyard that it was almost unbearable, and there was not a vestige of grass or any green thing to relieve the eye or cast a little shade.
But the fowls in the back yard [...]
And what became of Flaps after they all left Hencastle? Well, he led his company on and on, but they could find no suitable place to settle in; and when the fowls recovered from their fright, they began to think that they had abandoned the castle too hastily, and to lay the blame on Flaps.
Every child knows how to tell the time by a dandelion clock. You blow till the seed is all blown away, and you count each of the puffs–an hour to a puff. Every child knows this, and very few children want to know any more on the subject. It was Peter Paul’s peculiarity that he [...]
MR. AND MRS. SKRATDJ.
Once upon a time there lived a certain family of the name of Skratdj. (It has a Russian or Polish look, and yet they most certainly lived in England.) They were remarkable for the following peculiarity. They seldom seriously quarrelled, but they never agreed about anything. It is hard to say whether [...]
Mother is always trying to make us love our neighbors as ourselves.
She does so despise us for greediness, or grudging, or snatching, or not sharing what we have got, or taking the best and leaving the rest, or helping ourselves first, or pushing forward, or praising Number One, or being Dogs in the Manger, [...]
“All is fine that is fit.”–Old Proverb.
DEAR LITTLE FRIEND,
When, with the touching confidence of youth that your elders have made-up as well as grown-up minds on all subjects, you asked my opinion on Ribbon-gardening, the above proverb came into my head, to the relief of its natural tendency to see an inconvenient number of [...]
“Be sure, my child,” said the widow to her little daughter, “that you always do just as you are told.”
“Very well, Mother.”
“Or at any rate do what will do just as well,” said the small house-dog as he lay blinking at the fire.
“You darling!” cried little Joan, and she sat down on the hearth and [...]
“Break forth, my lips, in praise, and ownThe wiser love severely kind:Since, richer for its chastening grown,I see, whereas I once was blind.”
–The Clear Vision, J. G. WHITTIER.
In days of yore there was once a certain hermit, who dwelt in a cell, which he had fashioned for himself from a natural cave in the [...]
LADDERS TO HEAVEN.
There was a certain valley in which the grass was very green, for it was watered by a stream which never failed; and once upon a time certain pious men withdrew from the wide world and from their separate homes, and made a home in common, and a little world for themselves, [...]
“A MAN NAMED SOLOMON.” JAEL AND THE CHINA POODLE. JOHNSON’S DICTIONARY. NAIL-SPOTS. FAMILY BEREAVEMENTS. A FAMILY DOCTOR. THE BOOKS IN THE ATTIC. A PUZZLING TALE. “A JOURNEY TO GO.”
Doctor Brown is our doctor. He lives in our village, at the top of the hill.
When we were quite little, and had scarlet-fever, and measles, and [...]
It is said that in Norway every church has its own Niss, or Brownie.
They are of the same race as the Good People, who haunt farmhouses, and do the maids’ work for a pot of cream. They are the size of a year-old child, but their faces are the faces of aged men. Their [...]
There was once an old man whom Fortune (whose own eyes are bandaged) had deprived of his sight. She had taken his hearing also, so that he was deaf. Poor he had always been, and as Time had stolen his youth and strength from him, they had only left a light burden for death to [...]
“Oh Toby, my dear old Toby, you portly and princely Pug!
“You know it’s bad for you to lie in the fender:–Father says that’s what makes you so fat–and I want you to come and sit with me on the Kurdistan rug.
“Put your lovely black nose in my lap, and I’ll count your great velvet wrinkles, [...]
THE OWL IN THE IVY BUSH.
OR, THE CHILDREN’S BIRD OF WISDOM.
“Hoot toots, man, yon’s a queer bird!”
I am an Owl; a very fluffy one, in spite of all that that Bad Boy pulled out! I live in an Ivy Bush. Children are nothing to me, naturally, so it seems strange that I should begin, [...]
“It did not move my grief, to seeThe trace of human step departed,Because the garden was deserted,The blither place for me!
“Friends, blame me not! a narrow kenHath childhood ‘twixt the sun and sward:We draw the moral afterward–We feel the gladness then.”
E. BARRETT BROWNING.
“I remember,” said Mrs. Overtheway, “old as I am, I remember distinctly many [...]
IDA.… “Thou shall not lackThe flower that’s like thy face, pale Primrose.”
The little old lady lived over the way, through a green gate that shut with a click, and up three white steps. Every morning at eight o’clock the church bell chimed for Morning Prayer–chim! chime! chim! chime!–and every morning at eight o’clock the little [...]
Clown. Madman, thou errest: I say there is no darknessbut Ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than theEgyptians in their fog…. What is the opinion of Pythagorasconcerning wild fowl?
Malvolio. That the soul of our grandam might haplyinhabit a bird.
Clown. What thinkest thou of his opinion?
Malvolio. I think nobly of the soul, and in no [...]
“What is home, and where, but with the loving?”
At last Ida was allowed to go out. She was well wrapped up, and escorted by Nurse in a short walk for the good of her health. It was not very amusing, but the air was fresh and the change pleasant, although the street did not [...]
“‘Down in the deep, with freight and crew,Past any help she lies,And never a bale has come to shoreOf all thy merchandise.
‘For cloth o’ gold and comely frieze,’Winstanley said, and sigh’d,‘For velvet coif, or costly coat,They fathoms deep may bide.
‘O thou, brave skipper, blithe and kind,O mariners bold and true,Sorry at heart, right sorry am [...]
The godmother arrived for the christening, dressed in plum-colored satin and carrying a small brown parcel.
“Fortunatus’ purse!” whispered one of the guests, nudging his neighbor.
“A mere trifle for the boy,” said the fairy godmother, laying the parcel down on the table. “It is a very common gift to come from my hands, but I trust [...]