The Parent's Assistant; Or, Stories for Children
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Maria Edgeworth. The Parent's Assistant; Or, Stories for Children
The Parent's Assistant; Or, Stories for Children
Table of Contents
PREFACE
ADDRESSED TO PARENTS
THE ORPHANS
LAZY LAWRENCE
THE FALSE KEY
SIMPLE SUSAN
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
THE WHITE PIGEON
THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT
ETON MONTEM
[Extracted from the 'Courier' of May 1799.]
ACT THE FIRST
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
ACT THE SECOND
SCENE I
SCENE II
ACT THE THIRD
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
CURTAIN FALLS. FORGIVE AND FORGET
WASTE NOT, WANT NOT; OR, TWO STRINGS TO YOUR BOW
OLD POZ
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
THE MIMIC
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
THE BARRING OUT. OR, PARTY SPIRIT
THE BRACELETS
THE LITTLE MERCHANTS
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
TARLTON
THE BASKET-WOMAN
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Maria Edgeworth
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Now, the widow Preston was so obliging, active, and good-humoured, that every one who came to see her was pleased. She lived happily in this manner for several years; but, alas! one autumn she fell sick, and, during her illness, everything went wrong; her garden was neglected, her cow died, and all the money which she had saved was spent in paying for medicines. The winter passed away, while she was so weak that she could earn but little by her work; and when the summer came, her rent was called for, and the rent was not ready in her little purse as usual. She begged a few months' delay, and they were granted to her; but at the end of that time there was no resource but to sell her horse Lightfoot. Now Lightfoot, though perhaps he had seen his best days, was a very great favourite. In his youth he had always carried the dame to the market behind her husband; and it was now her little son Jem's turn to ride him. It was Jem's business to feed Lightfoot, and to take care of him—a charge which he never neglected, for, besides being a very good-natured, he was a very industrious boy.
'It will go near to break my Jem's heart,' said Dame Preston to herself, as she sat one evening beside the fire stirring the embers, and considering how she had best open the matter to her son, who stood opposite to her, eating a dry crust of bread very heartily for supper.
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