“right,Jo。Betterbehappyoldmaidsthanunhappywives,orunmaidenlygirls,runningabouttofindhusbands,“saidMrs。Marchdecidedly。“Don’tbetroubled,Meg,povertyseldomdauntsasincerelover。SomeofthebestandmosthonoredwomenIknowwerepoorgirls,butsolove-worthythattheywerenotallowedtobeoldmaids。
Leavethesethingstotime。Makethishomehappy,sothatyoumaybefitforhomesofyourown,iftheyareofferedyou,andcontentedhereiftheyarenot。Onethingremember,mygirls。Motherisalwaysreadytobeyourconfidante,Fathertobeyourfriend,andbothofhopeandtrustthatourdaughters,whethermarriedorsingle,willbetheprideandcomfortofoutlives。“
“Wewill,Marmee,wewill!“criedboth,withalltheirhearts,asshebadethemgoodnight。
Asspringcameon,anewsetofamusementsbecamethefashion,andthelengtheningdaysgavelongafternoonsforworkandplayofallsorts。Thegardenhadtobeputinorder,andeachsisterhadaquarterofthelittleplottodowhatshelikedwith。Hannahusedtosay,“I’dknowwhicheachofthemgardingsbelongedto,efIsee’eminChiny,“andsoshemight,forthegirls’tastesdifferedasmuchastheircharacters。Meg’shadrosesandheliotrope,myrtle,andalittleorangetreeinit。
Jo’sbedwasneveraliketwoseasons,forshewasalwaystryingexperiments。Thisyearitwastobeaplantationofsunflowers,theseedsofwhichcheerfullandaspiringplantweretofeedAuntCockle-topandherfamilyofchicks。Bethhadold-fashionedfragrantflowersinhergarden,sweetpeasandmignonette,larkspur,pinks,pansies,andsouthernwood,withchickweedforthebirdsandcatnipforthepussies。Amyhadabowerinhers,rathersmallandearwiggy,butveryprettytolookat,withhoneysuckleandmorning-glorieshangingtheircoloredhornsandbellsingracefulwreathsalloverit,tallwhitelilies,delicateferns,andasmanybrilliant,picturesqueplantsaswouldconsenttoblossomthere。
Gardening,walks,rowsontheriver,andflowerhuntsemployedthefinedays,andforrainyones,theyhadhousediversions,someold,somenew,allmoreorlessoriginal。Oneofthesewasthe`P。C’,forassecretsocietieswerethefashion,itwasthoughtpropertohaveone,andasallofthegirlsadmiredDickens,theycalledthemselvesthePickwickClub。Withafewinterruptions,theyhadkeptthisupforayear,andmeteverySaturdayeveninginthebiggarret,onwhichoccasionstheceremonieswereasfollows:Threechairswerearrangedinarowbeforeatableonwhichwasalamp,alsofourwhitebadges,withabig`P。C。’indifferentcolorsoneach,andtheweeklynewspapercalled,ThePickwickPortfolio,towhichallcontributedsomething,whileJo,whoreveledinpensandink,wastheeditor。
Atseveno’clock,thefourmembersascendedtotheclubroom,tiedtheirbadgesroundtheirheads,andtooktheirseatswithgreatsolemnity。Meg,astheeldest,wasSamuelPickwick,Jo,beingofaliteraryturn,AugustusSnodgrass,Beth,becauseshewasroundandrosy,TracyTupman,andAmy,whowasalwaystryingtodowhatshecouldn’t,wasNathanielWinkle。Pickwick,thepresident,readthepaper,whichwasfilledwithoriginaltales,poetry,localnews,funnyadvertisements,andhints,inwhichtheygood-naturedlyremindedeachotheroftheirfaultsandshortcomings。Ononeoccasion,Mr。Pickwickputonapairofspectacleswithoutanyglass,rappeduponthetable,hemmed,andhavingstaredhardatMr。Snodgrass,whowastiltingbackinhischair,tillhearrangedhimselfproperly,begantoread:
AgainwemeettocelebrateWithbadgeandsolemnrite,Ourfifty-secondanniversary,InPickwickHall,tonight。
Weallarehereinperfecthealth,Nonegonefromoursmallband:
Againweseeeachwell-knownface,Andpresseachfriendlyhand。
OurPickwick,alwaysathispost,Withreverencewegreet,As,spectaclesonnose,hereadsOurwell-filledweeklysheet。
Althoughhesuffersfromacold,Wejoytohearhimspeak,Forwordsofwisdomfromhimfall,Inspiteofcroakorsqueak。
Oldsix-footSnodgrassloomsonhigh,Withelephantinegrace,Andbeamsuponthecompany,Withbrownandjovialface。
Poeticfirelightsuphiseye,Hestruggles’gainsthislot。
Beholdambitiononhisbrow,Andonhisnose,ablot。
NextourpeacefulTupmancomes,Sorosy,plump,andsweet,Whochokeswithlaughteratthepuns,Andtumblesoffhisseat。
PrimlittleWinkletooishere,Witheveryhairinplace,Amodelofpropriety,Thoughhehatestowashhisface。
Theyearisgone,westilluniteTojokeandlaughandread,AndtreadthepathofliteratureThatdothtoglorylead。
Longmayourpaperprosperwell,Ourclubunbrokenbe,AndcomingyearstheirblessingspourOntheuseful,gay`P。C。’。
A。SNODGRASS
THEMASKEDMARRIAGE
ATaleOfVenice
Gondolaaftergondolasweptuptothemarblesteps,andleftitslovelyloadtoswellthebrilliantthrongthatfilledthestatelyhallsofCountAdelon。Knightsandladies,elvesandpages,monksandflowergirls,allmingledgailyinthedance。
Sweetvoicesandrichmelodyfilledtheair,andsowithmirthandmusicthemasqueradewenton。
“HasyourHighnessseentheLadyviolatonight?“
askedagallanttroubadourofthefairyqueenwhofloateddownthehalluponhisarm。
“Yes,isshenotlovely,thoughsosad!Herdressiswellchosen,too,forinaweekshewedsCountAntonio,whomshepassionatelyhates。“
“Bymyfaith,Ienvyhim。Yonderhecomes,arrayedlikeabridegroom,excepttheblackmask。
Whenthatisoffweshallseehowheregardsthefairmaidwhosehearthecannotwin,thoughhersternfatherbestowsherhand,“returnedthetroubadour。
“TiswhisperedthatshelovestheyoungEnglishartistwhohauntshersteps,andisspurnedbytheoldCount,“saidthelady,astheyjoinedthedance。
Therevelwasatitsheightwhenapriestappeared,andwithdrawingtheyoungpairtoanalcove,hungwithpurplevelvet,hemotionedthemtokneel。
Instantsilencefellonthegaythrong,andnotasound,buthedashoffountainsortherustleoforangegrovessleepinginthemoonlight,brokethehush,asCountdeAdelonspokethus:
“Mylordsandladies,pardontherusebywhichIhavegatheredyouheretowitnessthemarriageofmydaughter。Father,wewaityourservices。“
Alleyesturnedtowardthebridalparty,andamurmurofamazementwentthroughthethrong,forneitherbridenorgroomremovedtheirmasks。Curiosityandwonderpossessedallhearts,butrespectrestrainedalltonguestilltheholyritewasover。Thentheeagerspectatorsgatheredroundthecount,demandinganexplanation。
“GladlywouldIgiveitifIcould,butIonlyknowthatitwasthewhimofmytimidViola,andI
yieldedtoit。Now,mychildren,lettheplayend。
Unmaskandreceivemyblessing。“
Butneitherbenttheknee,fortheyoungbridegroomrepliedinatonethatstartledalllistenersasthemaskfell,disclosingthenoblefaceofFerdinandDevereux,theartistlover,andleaningonthebreastwherenowflashedthestarofanEnglishearlwasthelovelyViola,radiantwithjoyandbeauty。
“Mylord,youscornfullybademeclaimyourdaughterwhenIcouldboastashighanameandvastafortuneastheCountantonio。Icandomore,forevenyourambitioussoulcannotrefusetheEarlofDevereuxandDeVere,whenhegiveshisancientnameandboundlesswealthinreturnforthebelovedhandofthisfairlady,nowmywife。
Thecountstoodlikeonechangedtostone,andturningtothebewilderedcrowd,Ferdinandadded,withagaysmileoftriumph,“Toyou,mygallantfriends,I
canonlywishthatyourwooingmayprosperasminehasdone,andthatyoumayallwinasfairabrideasIhavebythismaskedmarriage。“
WhyistheP。C。liketheTowerofBabel?
Itisfullofunrulymembers。
THEHISTORYOFASQUASH
Onceuponatimeafarmerplantedalittleseed。
inhisgarden,andafterawhileitsproutedandbecameavineandboremanysquashes。OnedayinOctober,whentheywereripe,hepickedoneandtookittomarket。Agorcermanboughtandputitinhisshop。
Thatsamemorning,alittlegirlinabrownhatandbluedress,witharoundfaceandsnubnose,wentandboughtitforhermother。Sheluggedithome,cutitup,andboileditinthebigpot,mashedsomeofitsaltandbutter,fordinner。Andtotherestsheaddedapintofmilk,twoeggs,fourspoonsofsugar,nutmeg,andsomecrackers,putitinadeepdish,andbakedittillitwasbrownandnice,andnextdayitwaseatenbyafamilynamedMarch。
T。TUPMA
Mr。Pickwick,Sir:-
IaddressyouuponthesubjectofsinthesinnerImeanisamannamedWinklewhomakestroubleinhisclubbylaughingandsometimeswon’twritehispieceinthisfinepaperIhopeyouwillpardonhisbadnessandlethimsendaFrenchfablebecausehecan’twriteoutofhisheadashehassomanylessonstodoandnobrainsinfutureIwilltrytotaketimebythefetlockandpreparesomeworkwhichwillbeallcommylafothatmeansallrightIaminhasteasitisnearlyschooltimeYoursrespectably,N。WINKLE
[Theaboveisamanlyandhandsomeaknowledgmentofpastmisdemeanors。Ifouryoungfriendstudiedpunctuation,itwouldbewell。]
ASADACCIDENT
OnFridaylast,wewerestartledbyaviolentshockinourbasement,followedbycriesofdistress。
Onrushinginabodytothecellar,wediscoveredourbelovedPresidentprostrateuponthefloor,havingtrippedandfallenwhilegettingwoodfordomesticpurposes。Aperfectsceneofruinmetoureyes,forinhisfallMr。Pickwickhadplungedhisheadandshouldersintoatubofwater,upsetakegofsoftsoapuponhismanlyform,andtornhisgarmentsbadly。Onbeingremovedfromthisperiloussituation,itwasdiscoveredthathehadsufferednoinjurybutseveralbruises,andwearehappytoadd,isnowdoingwell。