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The Pedler of Dust Sticks By: Eliza Lee Cabot Follen (1787-1860) |
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BY MRS. FOLLEN With illustrations by Billings CONTENTS THE PEDLER OF DUST STICKS.
"ON THE GRAVE OF THE GOOD, GREAT MAN."
THE MIGHTY DEEDS OF ABC.
WHAT DAY IS IT?
THE CHILD AT HER MOTHER'S GRAVE.
EVENING PRAYER.
THE SABBATH IS HERE.
TO A BUTTERFLY.
THE PEDLER OF DUST STICKS.
One day I went to visit a friend, a lady, who came from Hamburg, in
Germany. I was much pleased with a portrait which was hanging up in
her room, and I was particularly struck by the ornamental drawings
with which the picture was surrounded. They consisted of whip
handles, canes, piano keys, mouth pieces for wind instruments, all
sorts of umbrellas, and many more things, of every sort, made of
cane and whalebone. The arrangement was so ingenious, the designs so
fanciful, and the execution so good, that nothing could be prettier.
But what of course was of the most importance, was the face and head
that they were meant to ornament. "What a benevolent, what a
beautiful face!" I said. "Who is it?" "My father," the lady replied; "and he is more beautiful than the
picture, and he is still more kind than he looks there." "What is the meaning of all these bits of bamboo and these little
canes, so fancifully arranged around the picture?" I asked. "These little sticks," she replied, "tell the story of my father's
success, and of the beginning of his greatness. He began his noble
and honorable life as a little Pedler of Dust Sticks." "Pedler of Dust Sticks?" "Yes," she said; "if you would like to hear his history, I will
relate it." I replied that nothing could please me better; that I considered the
life of a good, great man the most beautiful of all stories. "I will tell it to you just as it was; and you may, if you please,
repeat it for the benefit of any one." When I had returned home I wrote the story down, just as I
remembered it, as she had given me leave to do. The Christian name of our hero was Henry, and so we will call him.
His parents lived in Hamburg, in Germany. They were very poor. His
father was a cabinet maker, with a very small business. Henry was
the second of eight children. As soon as he was eight years old, his
father, in order to raise a few more shillings to support his
family, sent him into the streets to sell little pieces of ratan,
which the people there use to beat the dust out of their clothes. Henry got about a cent and a half apiece for the sticks. If he sold
a great number of these little sticks, he was allowed, as a reward,
to go to an evening school, where he could learn to read. This was a
great pleasure to him; but he wanted also to learn to write. For
this, however, something extra was to be paid, and Henry was very
anxious to earn more, that he might have this advantage. There is a fine public walk in Hamburg, where the fashionable people
go, in good weather, to see and be seen; and where the young men go
to wait upon and see the ladies. These gentlemen were fond of having
little canes in their hands, to play with, to switch their boots
with, and to show the young ladies how gracefully they could move
their arms; and sometimes to write names in the sand. So little
Henry thought of making some very pretty canes, and selling them to
these young beaux. He soaked his canes for a long time in warm water, and bent the tops
round for a handle, and then ornamented them with his penknife, and
made them really very pretty. Then he went to the public walk, and
when he saw a young man walking alone, he went up to him, and with a
sweet and pleasant voice, he would say, "Will you buy a pretty cane,
sir? Six cents apiece." Almost every gentleman took one of the canes. With the money he got for his canes he was able to pay for lessons
in writing. This made him very happy, for it was the reward of his
own industry and ingenuity. As soon as Henry was old enough, his father employed him to carry
home the work to customers. The boy had such a beautiful
countenance, was so intelligent, and had such a pleasant manner,
that many of the customers wanted to have him come and live with
them, and promised to take good care of him; but Henry always said,
"No, I prefer staying with my father, and helping him... Continue reading book >>
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