“My HEIR! Do you hear? But upon this express condition, that you give up your mother! You, I say, I acknowledge; your mother I never will let into my house! You, I say, are to come and live with me; but as for your mother, let me never hear another word from you about her!”
“Then, sir,” said Orlando, “you never shall hear another word about her from me. — I thank you, uncle, for your kindness, and all your generous offers to me; but I cannot give up my mother!”
“Then, sir, you give me up, and my protection, and my fortune, and everything; so good-morning to you. My heir I would have made you — heir of More-Court! You would live with me here in this fine house, in this grand place — here, as my son, my adopted son — my heir! Go to your friends, ‘young headstrong;’ go to your friends Dr Calton and Master Walter, and see what they will advise — see if they will advise you to give up More-Court!”
“They will never advise me to give up my mother, sir. I repeat, uncle, how grateful I am to you for your kindness to myself; I can only regret that you will not extend it to my mother.”
“I will not — I will not! — I gave you your choice — your mother or More-Court! — You choose your mother, and by your choice you must abide, Master John Orlando More: I will never call you nephew again!”
His nephew withdrew; and when he told of this interview, and repeated this conversation to his friends, he had their full approbation. And Walter’s triumphant delight, and his warm sympathy in Orlando’s fond, tried, and consistent affection for his mother, made his heart beat with delightful emotion — such as the selfish can never know — such as the spoilt children of fortune can never enjoy — nor ever with their utmost wealth and power command.
Nevertheless, Bessy and Amy, though they admired Walter’s enthusiasm, and “were sure Orlando did very right,” were ready to cry at this finale to their romance; and they still hoped — and believed — and were almost certain — that old Mr More would relent at last, and be reconciled to the mother, and adopt the son.
And perhaps at last he did. But in the meanwhile, it was settled that Orlando should go to Scotland with Dr Calton, and be with him during those months of the year when he could be most useful to him, and that all the rest of his time should be spent with his mother.
This plan has been steadily adhered to, and makes all the parties as happy as possible. Walter the happiest of all, in seeing the happiness of which he has been the principal cause. A rare example — a striking instance of what can be done by generosity of conduct and steadiness of purpose, what can be effected by a noble character even at his early age. A fellow-creature saved! — a youth of superior talents redeemed from disgrace, misery, and vice: and redeemed to be an honour and a blessing to his family.
THE END
The Shorter Fiction
Upper Wimpole Street, London — Edgeworth attended Mrs. Devis’ school on this street from 1781-1782. During her time there she was miserable, as her schoolfellows were "suspicious of her intellectuality" and she was diffident of her physical appearance compared to the fashionable London girls also attending.
Edgeworth’s father became fully focused on his daughter in 1781 when she nearly lost her sight to an eye infection. From then on she was educated at home, aged fourteen onwards. She went on to publish her first book ‘The Parent’s Assistant’ with her father.
THE PARENT’S ASSISTANT
OR, STORIES FOR CHILDREN
The Parent’s Assistant is a collection of children’s tales first published in 1796 by J Johnson. The stories, like much of Edgeworth’s work, were edited by her father, who wrote a preface to the work and commented that the tales had been drawn from real life and contained good morals and lessons for children. The work is certainly didactic and was intended to function as an educational tool for learning and to reinforce the importance of education for moral development.
CONTENTS
THE ORPHANS.
LAZY LAWRENCE.
THE FALSE KEY.
SIMPLE SUSAN.
THE WHITE PIGEON.
THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
ETON MONTEM.
LORD JOHN — WHEELER — BURSAL.
WINDSOR TERRACE.
CURTAIN FALLS.
FORGIVE AND FORGET.
OLD POZ.
THE MIMIC.
THE BARRING OUT; OR, PARTY SPIRIT.
THE BRACELETS.
THE LITTLE MERCHANTS.
TARLTON.
THE BASKET-WOMAN.
Edgeworth’s father, Richard Lovell Edgeworth (1744-1817) was a politician, writer and inventor.
Preface Addressed to Parents.
Our great lexicographer, in his celebrated eulogium on Dr. Watts, thus speaks in commendation of those productions which he so successfully penned for the pleasure and instruction of the juvenile portion of the community.
“For children,” says Dr. Johnson, “he condescended to lay aside the philosopher, the scholar, and the wit, to write little poems of devotion, and systems of instruction adapted to their wants and capacities, from the dawn of reason to its gradation of advance in the morning of life. Every man acquainted with the common principles of human action, will look with veneration on the writer, who is at one time combating Locke, and at another time making a catechism for CHILDREN IN THEIR FOURTH YEAR. A voluntary descent from the dignity of science is perhaps the hardest lesson which humility can teach.”
It seems, however, no very easy task to write for children. Those only who have been interested in the education of a family, who have patiently followed children through the first processes of reasoning, who have daily watched over their thoughts and feelings — those only who know with what ease and rapidity the early association of ideas are formed, on which the future taste, character and happiness depend, can feel the dangers and difficulties of such an undertaking.
Indeed, in all sciences the grand difficulty has been to ascertain facts- -a difficulty which, in the science of education, peculiar circumstances conspire to increase. Here the objects of every experiment are so interesting that we cannot hold our minds indifferent to the result. Nor is it to be expected that many registers of experiments, successful and unsuccessful, should be kept, much less should be published, when we consider that the combined powers of affection and vanity, of partiality to his child and to his theory, will act upon the mind of a parent, in opposition to the abstract love of justice, and the general desire to increase the wisdom and happiness of mankind. Notwithstanding these difficulties, an attempt to keep such a register has actually been made. The design has from time to time been pursued. Though much has not been collected, every circumstance and conversation that have been preserved are faithfully and accurately related, and these notes have been of great advantage to the writer of the following stories.
The question, whether society could exist without the distinction of ranks, is a question involving a variety of complicated discussions, which we leave to the politician and the legislator. At present it is necessary that the education of different ranks should, in some respects, be different. They have few ideas, few habits in common; their peculiar vices and virtues do not arise from the same causes, and their ambition is to be directed to different objects. But justice, truth, and humanity are confined to no particular rank, and should be enforced with equal care and energy upon the minds of young people of every station; and it is hoped that these principles have never been forgotten in the following pages.
As the ideas of children multiply, the language of their books should become less simple; else their taste will quickly be disgusted, or will remain stationary. Children that live with people who converse with elegance will not be contented with a style inferior to what they hear from everybody near them.
All poetical allusions, however, have been avoided in this book; such situations only are described as children can easily imagine, and which may consequently interest their feelings. Such examples of virtue are painted as are not above their conception of excellence,
or their powers of sympathy and emulation.
It is not easy to give REWARDS to children which shall not indirectly do them harm by fostering some hurtful taste or passion. In the story of “Lazy Lawrence,” where the object was to excite a spirit of industry, care has been taken to proportion the reward to the exertion, and to demonstrate that people feel cheerful and happy whilst they are employed. The reward of our industrious boy, though it be money, is only money considered as the means of gratifying a benevolent wish. In a commercial nation it is especially necessary to separate, as much as possible, the spirit of industry and avarice; and to beware lest we introduce Vice under the form of Virtue.
In the story of “Tarlton and Loveit” are represented the danger and the folly of that weakness of mind, and that easiness to be led, which too often pass for good nature; and in the tale of the “False Key” are pointed out some of the evils to which a well educated boy, on first going to service, is exposed from the profligacy of his fellow servants.
In the “Birthday Present,” and in the character of Mrs. Theresa Tattle, the “Parent’s Assistant” has pointed out the dangers which may arise in education from a bad servant, or a common acquaintance.
In the “Barring Out” the errors to which a high spirit and the love of party are apt to lead have been made the subject of correction, and it is hoped that the common fault of making the most mischievous characters appear the most ACTIVE and the most ingenious, has been as much as possible avoided. UNSUCCESSFUL cunning will not be admired, and cannot induce imitation.
It has been attempted, in these stories, to provide antidotes against ill-humour, the epidemic rage for dissipation, and the fatal propensity to admire and imitate whatever the fashion of the moment may distinguish. Were young people, either in public schools, or in private families, absolutely free from bad examples, it would not be advisable to introduce despicable and vicious characters in books intended for their improvement. But in real life they MUST see vice, and it is best that they should be early shocked with the representation of what they are to avoid. There is a great deal of difference between innocence and ignorance.
To prevent the precepts of morality from tiring the ear and the mind, it was necessary to make the stories in which they are introduced in some measure dramatic; to keep alive hope and fear and curiosity, by some degree of intricacy. At the same time, care has been taken to avoid inflaming the imagination, or exciting a restless spirit of adventure, by exhibiting false views of life, and creating hopes which, in the ordinary course of things, cannot be realized.
THE ORPHANS.
Near the ruins of the castle of Rossmore, in Ireland, is a small cabin, in which there once lived a widow and her four children. As long as she was able to work, she was very industrious, and was accounted the best spinner in the parish; but she overworked herself at last, and fell ill, so that she could not sit to her wheel as she used to do, and was obliged to give it up to her eldest daughter, Mary.
Mary was at this time about twelve years old. One evening she was sitting at the foot of her mother’s bed spinning, and her little brothers and sisters were gathered round the fire eating their potatoes and milk for supper. “Bless them, the poor young creatures!” said the widow, who, as she lay on her bed, which she knew must be her deathbed, was thinking of what would become of her children after she was gone. Mary stopped her wheel, for she was afraid that the noise of it had wakened her mother, and would hinder her from going to sleep again.
“No need to stop the wheel, Mary, dear, for me,” said her mother, “I was not asleep; nor is it THAT which keeps me from sleep. But don’t overwork yourself, Mary.”
“Oh, no fear of that,” replied Mary; “I’m strong and hearty.”
“So was I once,” said her mother.
“And so you will be again, I hope,” said Mary, “when the fine weather comes again.”
“The fine weather will never come again to me,” said her mother. “’Tis a folly, Mary, to hope for that; but what I hope is, that you’ll find some friend — some help — orphans as you’ll soon all of you be. And one thing comforts my heart, even as I AM lying here, that not a soul in the wide world I am leaving has to complain of me. Though poor I have lived honest, and I have brought you up to be the same, Mary; and I am sure the little ones will take after you; for you’ll be good to them — as good to them as you can.”
Here the children, who had finished eating their suppers, came round the bed, to listen to what their mother was saying. She was tired of speaking, for she was very weak; but she took their little hands, as they laid them on the bed and joining them all together, she said, “Bless you, dears; bless you; love and help one another all you can. Good night! — good-bye!”
Mary took the children away to their bed, for she saw that their mother was too ill to say more; but Mary did not herself know how ill she was. Her mother never spoke rightly afterwards, but talked in a confused way about some debts, and one in particular, which she owed to a schoolmistress for Mary’s schooling; and then she charged Mary to go and pay it, because she was not able to GO IN with it. At the end of the week she was dead and buried, and the orphans were left alone in their cabin.
The two youngest girls, Peggy and Nancy, were six and seven years old. Edmund was not yet nine, but he was a stout-grown, healthy boy, and well disposed to work. He had been used to bring home turf from the bog on his back, to lead cart-horses, and often to go on errands for gentlemen’s families, who paid him a sixpence or a shilling, according to the distance which he went, so that Edmund, by some or other of these little employments, was, as he said, likely enough to earn his bread; and he told Mary to have a good heart, for that he should every year grow able to do more and more, and that he should never forget his mother’s words when she last gave him her blessing, and joined their hands all together.
As for Peggy and Nancy, it was little that they could do; but they were good children, and Mary, when she considered that so much depended upon her, was resolved to exert herself to the utmost. Her first care was to pay those debts which her mother had mentioned to her, for which she left money done up carefully in separate papers. When all these were paid away, there was not enough left to pay both the rent of the cabin and a year’s schooling for herself and sisters which was due to the schoolmistress in a neighbouring village.
Mary was in hopes that the rent would not be called for immediately, but in this she was disappointed. Mr. Harvey, the gentleman on whose estate she lived, was in England, and, in his absence, all was managed by a Mr. Hopkins, an agent, who was a HARD MAN.* The driver came to Mary about a week after her mother’s death, and told her that the rent must be brought in the next day, and that she must leave the cabin, for a new tenant was coming into it; that she was too young to have a house to herself, and that the only thing she had to do was to get some neighbour to take her and her brother and her sisters in for charity’s sake.
*A hard-hearted man.
The driver finished by hinting that she would not be so hardly used if she had not brought upon herself the ill-will of Miss Alice, the agent’s daughter. Mary, it is true, had refused to give Miss Alice a goat upon which she had set her fancy; but this was the only offence of which she had been guilty, and at the time she refused it her mother wanted the goat’s milk, which was the only thing she then liked to drink.
Mary went immediately to Mr. Hopkins, the agent, to pay her rent; and she begged of him to let her stay another year in her cabin; but this he refused. It was now September 25th, and he said that the new tenant must come in on the 29th, so that she must quit it directly. Mary could not bear the thoughts of begging any of the neighbours to take her and her brother and sisters in FOR CHARITY’S SAKE; for the neighbours were all poor enough themselves. So she bethought herself that she might find shelter in the ruins of the old castle of Rossmore where she and her brother, in better times, had often played at hide and seek. The kitchen and two other rooms near it were yet covered in tolerably well; an
d a little thatch, she thought, would make them comfortable through the winter. The agent consented to let her and her brother and sisters go in there, upon her paying him half a guinea in hand, and promising to pay the same yearly.
Into these lodgings the orphans now removed, taking with them two bedsteads, a stool, chair and a table, a sort of press, which contained what little clothes they had, and a chest in which they had two hundred of meal. The chest was carried for them by some of the charitable neighbours, who likewise added to their scanty stock of potatoes and turf what would make it last through the winter.
These children were well thought of and pitied, because their mother was known to have been all her life honest and industrious. “Sure,” says one of the neighbours, “we can do no less than give a helping hand to the poor orphans, that are so ready to help themselves.” So one helped to thatch the room in which they were to sleep, and another took their cow to graze upon his bit of land on condition of having half the milk; and one and all said they should be welcome to take share of their potatoes and buttermilk if they should find their own ever fall short.
The half-guinea which Mr. Hopkins, the agent, required for letting Mary into the castle, was part of what she had to pay to the schoolmistress, to whom above a guinea was due. Mary went to her, and took her goat along with her, and offered it in part of payment of the debt, but the schoolmistress would not receive the goat. She said that she could afford to wait for her money till Mary was able to pay it; that she knew her to be an honest, industrious little girl, and she would trust her with more than a guinea. Mary thanked her; and she was glad to take the goat home again, as she was very fond of it.
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