part, ma'am," she continued, turning to Mrs Morland, "
quite satisfied
quiet joys of
happy home
And no mother
least business with
pleasures
My innocent babes know nothing about plays, and balls, and parties;
never shall
Do they look as
accustomed to
life of pleasure ? " They certainly
! for
Morlands took
glance at them, they thought they had never seen youthful faces that were less gay, and indeed less prepossessing

not
good feature or
pleasant expression among them all
Edward Morland recollected his having often read "that childhood is always lovely
" But
juvenile Watkinsons were an exception
rule

"The first duty of
mother is to her children," repeated Mrs Watkinson
"Till nine o'clock, my daughter Jane and myself are occupied every evening in hearing the lessons that
learned for to-morrow's school
hour
receive no visitors, and we never have company to tea, as
interfere
duties
We had just finished hearing these lessons
arrived
Afterwards the children are permitted to indulge themselves in rational play, for I permit no amusement
also instructive
My children are
trained, that even when alone their sports are always serious
"
Two
boys glanced slyly at
, with what Edward Morland comprehended as an expression of pitch-penny and marbles

"
now engaged at their game of astronomy," continued Mrs Watkinson
"
also
sort of geography cards, and
set of mathematical cards
blessed discovery, the invention
educationary games;
even the play-time of children
turned to account
And
no idea, ma'am, how they enjoy them
"
Just then the boy Joseph rose
table, and stalking
Mrs Watkinson, said to her, "Mamma, please to whip me
"
unusual request the visitors looked much amazed, and Mrs Watkinson replied to him, "Whip you, my best Joseph--for what cause ?
seen
anything wrong this evening, and
my anxiety induces me to watch my children all the time
"
"You
me," answered Joseph, "for
done_ anything very wrong
But
bad thought, and
Mr Ironrule says that
fault imagined is just as wicked as
fault committed
"
"
, ma'am, what
good memory he has," said Mrs Watkinson aside to Mrs Morland
"But my best Joseph, you make your mother tremble
What fault
imagined ?
your bad thought ? "
"Ay," said another boy, "what's your thought like ? "
"My thought," said Joseph, "was 'Confound all astronomy, and I
the man hanged that made this game
'"
"Oh ! my child," exclaimed the mother, stopping her ears, "
indeed shocked
you repented so immediately
"
"Yes," returned Joseph, "but
afraid my repentance won't last
If
not whipped,
these bad thoughts whenever I play at astronomy, and worse still
geography game
Whip me, ma, and punish me as I deserve
There's the rattan
corner: I'll bring it
myself
"
"Excellent boy ! " said his mother
"
I always pardon my children
are so candid
confess their faults
"
"So
," said Joseph, "but
whipping will cure me better
"
"
resolve to punish so conscientious
child," said Mrs Watkinson

"Shall I
trouble off your hands ? " inquired Edward, losing all patience
disgust
sanctimonious hypocrisy
young Blifil
"
such
rarity for
boy to request
whipping, that so remarkable
desire ought by all means
gratified
"
Joseph turned round and made
face at him

"
the rattan," said Edward, half laughing, and offering
it out
hand
"I'll use it to your full satisfaction
"
The boy thought it most prudent to stride off and return
table, and ensconce himself among his brothers and sisters; some of whom were staring with stupid surprise; others were whispering and giggling
hope of seeing Joseph get
real flogging

Mrs Watkinson having bestowed
bitter look on Edward, hastened
the attention
mother to something else
" Mrs Morland," said she, "allow me to introduce you to my youngest hope
" She pointed to
sleepy boy about five years old, who with head thrown back and mouth wide open, was slumbering
chair

Mrs Watkinson's children were
uncomfortable species who never go to bed;
never without all manner of resistance
All her boasted authority was inadequate to compel them; they never would confess themselves sleepy; always wanted to "sit up," and
nightly scene of scolding, coaxing, threatening and manoeuvring
them off

"I declare," said Mrs Watkinson, "dear Benny is almost asleep
Shake him up, Christopher
him
speech
His school-mistress takes great pains in teaching her little pupils
, and stands up herself and shows them how
"
The child having been shaken up hard (
others helping Christopher), rubbed his eyes and began to whine
His mother went to him, took him on her lap, hushed him up, and began to coax him
This done, she stood him
feet before Mrs Morland, and desired him
speech
company
The child put his thumb into his mouth, and remained silent

"Ma," said Jane Watkinson, "you had better tell him what speech
"
"Speak Cato or Plato," said his mother
"Which
call it ? Come now, Benny--how does it begin ? '
quite right and reasonable, Plato
' That's it
"
"Speak Lucius," said his sister Jane
"Come now, Benny--say 'your thoughts are turned on peace
'"
The little boy looked
as
were not_, and
meditating an outbreak

"No, no ! " exclaimed Christopher, "let him say Hamlet
Come now, Benny--'
or not
'"
"It ain't
at all," cried Benny, "and I won't speak the least bit of it for any of you
I hate that speech ! "
"Only see his obstinacy," said the solemn Joseph
"
he
given
? "
"Speak anything, Benny," said Mrs Watkinson, "anything so
only
speech
"
All the Watkinson voices now began to clamor violently
obstinate child--"Speak
speech ! speak
speech ! speak
speech ! " But they had no more effect
reiterated exhortations
nurses confuse the poor heads of babies,
require them to "shake
day-day--shake
day-day ! "
Mrs Morland now interfered, and begged
sleepy little boy
excused;
he screamed out that "he wasn't sleepy at all, and
go to bed ever
"
"I never knew any
children behave so before," said Mrs Watkinson
"
always models of obedience, ma'am

look is sufficient
And
say that
in every way profited
education
giving them
our way, ma'am, to waste our money in parties and fooleries, and fine furniture and fine clothes, and rich food, and all such abominations
Our first duty is to our children, and
them learn everything
taught
schools
go wrong,
for want of education
Hester, my dear, come and talk to Miss Morland in French
"
Hester (unlike her little brother
not speak
speech) stepped boldly forward, and addressed Caroline Morland with: "_Parlez-vous Francais, mademoiselle ? Comment se va madame votre mere ? Aimez-vous la musique ? Aimez-vous la danse ? Bon jour--bon soir--bon repos
Comprenez-vous ? "
tirade, uttered with great volubility, Miss Morland made no other reply than, "_Oui--je comprens
"
"
, Hester--
indeed," said Mrs Watkinson
"
, ma'am," turning to Mrs Morland, "how very fluent
in French; and she has only been learning eleven quarters
"
After considerable whispering between Jane and her mother, the former withdrew, and sent in
Irish girl
waiter with
basket of soda biscuit,
pitcher of water, and some glasses
Mrs Watkinson invited her guests to consider themselves at home and help themselves freely, saying: "We never let cakes, sweetmeats, confectionery, or any such things enter the house, as
very unwholesome
children, and it
sinful
temptation in their way
, ma'am,
agree with me
plainest food
best for everybody
People that want nice things may go to parties
; but
never get any with me
"
collation was over, and every child provided with
biscuit, Mrs Watkinson said to Mrs Morland: "Now, ma'am,
some music from my daughter Jane,
one of Mr Bangwhanger's best scholars
"
Jane Watkinson sat down
piano and commenced
powerful piece of six mortal pages, which she played out
and out of tune; but with tremendous force of hands; notwithstanding which, it had, however, the good effect of putting most
children to sleep

Morlands the evening had seemed already five hours long
Still
only half past ten when Jane was
midst of her piece
The guests had all tacitly determined
best not to let Mrs Watkinson know their intention
directly from her house to Mrs St
Leonard's party;
arrival
carriage
the signal of departure, even if Jane's piece
reached its termination
They stole glances
clock
mantel
It wanted but
quarter of eleven, when Jane rose
piano, and was congratulated by her mother
excellence of her music
Still no carriage was heard to stop; no doorbell was heard to ring
Mrs Morland expressed her fears
coachman had forgotten

"Has he been paid for bringing you here ? " asked Mrs Watkinson

"I paid him when we came
door," said Edward
"
perhaps he might want the money for some purpose before
"
"That was very kind in you, sir," said Mrs Watkinson, "but not very wise
There's no dependence on any coachman; and perhaps as
of business enough this rainy night
never come at all--being already paid for bringing you here
"
Now, the truth