The Parent's Assistant; Or, Stories for Children

'Now,' continued Mrs. Theresa, turning to Frederick, as soon as the servant had left the room, 'now, Mr. Frederick Montague, I have a favour--such a favour--to ask of you; it's...

Evn in the spring and playtime of the year, That calls th' unwonted villager abroad, With all her little ones, a sportive train, To gather kingcups in the yellow mead, And prink...

We turn with pleasure from Piedro the Cunning to Francisco the Honest. Francisco continued the happy and useful course of his life. By his unremitting perseverance he improved h...

_Violet._ You are not to know _yet_, mamma; it is--I may tell her that--it is a little drawing that Louisa is doing for me. Louisa, I wish you would let me show it to mamma.

The children of the village, who look forward to this rural festival with joyful eagerness, usually meet on the last day of April to make up their nosegays for the morning and t...

Piedro had now an opportunity of establishing a good character. When he went into the market with his grapes and figs, he found that he was not shunned or taunted as usual. All...

Those who have visited Italy give us an agreeable picture of the cheerful industry of the children of all ages in the celebrated city of Naples. Their manner of living and their...

Mr. and Mrs. Montague spent the summer of the year 1795 at Clifton with their son Frederick, and their two daughters Sophia and Marianne. They had taken much care of the educati...

Signor Camillo, the artist employed by Mr. Lee to copy some of the antique ornaments in Herculaneum, was a liberal-minded man, perfectly free from that mean jealousy which would...

The servant opened the door wider, to let him pass, and Marianne thought she must follow her brother; so they went downstairs together, while Sophy gave her own message to the s...

_Talbot._ Fair play, Wheeler! Have at 'em, my boy! There they stand, fair game! There's Bursal there, with his _dead_ forty-five votes at command; and Lord John with his--how ma...

_Just._ Pshaw! pshaw! pshaw!--it is not melted, child--it is the same as no sugar.--Oh, my foot, girl, my foot!--you kill me. Go, go, I'm busy. I've business to do. Go and send...

_Landlady._ 'Tis an unpossibility, Mr. Newington; and that's enough. Say no more about it; 'tis an unpossibility in the _natur_ of things. (_She ranges jellies, etc., in the Bar...

_Wheeler._ Well, but, my lord--Well, but, Bursal--though my Lady Piercefield--though Miss Bursal is come to Salt Hill, you won't leave us all at sixes and sevens. What can we do...

_Landlady_--MR. FINSBURY, _a man-milliner, with bandboxes--a fancy cap, or helmet, with feathers, in the Landlady's hand--a satin bag, covered with gold netting, in the man-mill...

_Louisa._ It is well my brother was gone before Mrs. Landlady made her _entree_; for if he had heard her rude speech, he would at least have given her the retort courteous.

_Fins._ You are pleased to be pleasant, sir. Mr. Wheeler knows, in that sense of the word, it is out of my power to give him credit, and I'm sure he would not ask it.

_Lucy._ Ah, now, I'm glad he can speak; now tell papa; and you need not be afraid to speak to him, for he is very good-natured. Don't contradict him, though, because he told _me...

_In the back scene a flock of sheep are seen penned. In front, a party of country lads and lasses, gaily dressed, as in sheep-shearing time, with ribands and garlands of flowers...

_Just._ (_looks up_). Why! why--why then, why will you be so positive to persist in a lie? Take the money and leave the box! Obstinate blockhead! Here, William (_showing the com...

_Landlady._ My dear young lady, don't take on so. (_Aside._) Now would I give something to know what it was my Lady Piercefield said to the father, and what the father said to t...