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Bountiful (search for this): chapter 57
Christmas gift received by the aforesaid little three-year-old girl was a small and cheap basket containing a thimble, a needle, two spools of thread, and some scraps of silk and ribbon, perhaps costing altogether the sum of thirty cents. The superb doll, the cynosure of neighboring eyes, was soon neglected, but the basket was and is a daily joy. Of all necessary elements in making a child happy, it seems to me that money, beyond a very little, is the least important. The real Lord and Lady Bountiful are not those whose least gift implies a fortune, but they are Caleb Garth, in Middlemarch, who never forgets to cut the large red seal from his letters for the expectant children; they are the wise mother or aunt who teaches the little ones to bring home a daily treasure in every empty bird's-nest, or pine cone, or clump of moss, or in the brown cocoon on the twig, the winter cradle that holds the gorgeous beauty of the emperor moth. For what purpose did Nature create horse-chestnut t
J. W. Von Goethe (search for this): chapter 57
stmas this melancholy inquiry certainly seemed a very natural reflection. That day of delight-the early waking, the matutinal stocking, the decorated house, the gathering of kindred, the successive presents, the universal petting-why could not these remain and become human nature's daily food? A child's desire of felicity is and ought to be boundless. It is only time that teaches us the limitations of happiness, and we often accept these restrictions a great deal too soon. Care is taken, Goethe says, that the trees shall not grow up into the sky; but the stronger the impulse the greater the growth. To let the new life in, we know Desire must ope the portal; Perhaps the longing to be so Helps make the soul immortal. I know, at any rate, that the little girl's longing set me wishing that her life could be made, so far as possible, a continuous Christmas. Do not, gentle reader, come in at once with discreeter severity, and point out that the very essence of a holiday lies in i
Caleb Garth (search for this): chapter 57
all and cheap basket containing a thimble, a needle, two spools of thread, and some scraps of silk and ribbon, perhaps costing altogether the sum of thirty cents. The superb doll, the cynosure of neighboring eyes, was soon neglected, but the basket was and is a daily joy. Of all necessary elements in making a child happy, it seems to me that money, beyond a very little, is the least important. The real Lord and Lady Bountiful are not those whose least gift implies a fortune, but they are Caleb Garth, in Middlemarch, who never forgets to cut the large red seal from his letters for the expectant children; they are the wise mother or aunt who teaches the little ones to bring home a daily treasure in every empty bird's-nest, or pine cone, or clump of moss, or in the brown cocoon on the twig, the winter cradle that holds the gorgeous beauty of the emperor moth. For what purpose did Nature create horse-chestnut trees except to show that the most valueless things may become the chief poss
Christmas (search for this): chapter 57
LVII. Christmas all the time. Papa, said a certain little girl of my acquaintance, on the 26th of last December, why can't it be Kismhen she asked where her birthday was gone. On the day succeeding Christmas this melancholy inquiry certainly seemed a very natural reflectioing that her life could be made, so far as possible, a continuous Christmas. Do not, gentle reader, come in at once with discreeter severi their breakfast or dinner last all day. But what made the joy of Christmas, after all Behind all the visible presents and special amusementstead of Run away, dear --and tills is surely a large part of what Christmas means to a child. So far as these things go, it is worth a littlards having a Christmas all the year round. But the presents! Christmas consists in the presents, we say, and we cannot be giving gifts anot money, but sympathy and ingenuity. By far the most enjoyable Christmas gift received by the aforesaid little three-year-old girl was a s
26th (search for this): chapter 57
LVII. Christmas all the time. Papa, said a certain little girl of my acquaintance, on the 26th of last December, why can't it be Kismas all the time? It seemed to revive a similar meditation that arose in her mind on the morning after her birthday, when she asked where her birthday was gone. On the day succeeding Christmas this melancholy inquiry certainly seemed a very natural reflection. That day of delight-the early waking, the matutinal stocking, the decorated house, the gathering of kindred, the successive presents, the universal petting-why could not these remain and become human nature's daily food? A child's desire of felicity is and ought to be boundless. It is only time that teaches us the limitations of happiness, and we often accept these restrictions a great deal too soon. Care is taken, Goethe says, that the trees shall not grow up into the sky; but the stronger the impulse the greater the growth. To let the new life in, we know Desire must ope the portal;
December (search for this): chapter 57
LVII. Christmas all the time. Papa, said a certain little girl of my acquaintance, on the 26th of last December, why can't it be Kismas all the time? It seemed to revive a similar meditation that arose in her mind on the morning after her birthday, when she asked where her birthday was gone. On the day succeeding Christmas this melancholy inquiry certainly seemed a very natural reflection. That day of delight-the early waking, the matutinal stocking, the decorated house, the gathering of kindred, the successive presents, the universal petting-why could not these remain and become human nature's daily food? A child's desire of felicity is and ought to be boundless. It is only time that teaches us the limitations of happiness, and we often accept these restrictions a great deal too soon. Care is taken, Goethe says, that the trees shall not grow up into the sky; but the stronger the impulse the greater the growth. To let the new life in, we know Desire must ope the portal;
December 24th (search for this): chapter 57
hat made the joy of Christmas, after all Behind all the visible presents and special amusements there lay the general atmosphere of a time of joy, of freedom, of love and attention and companionship; a cheerful and smiling household, in short, instead of one preoccupied and careworn; a day of Come here, darling! instead of Run away, dear --and tills is surely a large part of what Christmas means to a child. So far as these things go, it is worth a little effort to keep up the spirit of Christmas even when that happy season has gone by. Think again of the value of that atmosphere of sunshine! The crossest person is less apt to be cross to a child on Christmas morning; the most exacting is a little less rigid. The child is then a prime object, something to be especially considered, not put aside. On ordinary days how often the child, for whom the parent would perhaps die-if it came to that — is yet made the scapegoat of that parent's moods, or occupations, or nerves! The tende
December 25th (search for this): chapter 57
these things go, it is worth a little effort to keep up the spirit of Christmas even when that happy season has gone by. Think again of the value of that atmosphere of sunshine! The crossest person is less apt to be cross to a child on Christmas morning; the most exacting is a little less rigid. The child is then a prime object, something to be especially considered, not put aside. On ordinary days how often the child, for whom the parent would perhaps die-if it came to that — is yet mae pupils simply reflected that of the teacher; he was the sinner, they only the scapegoats. Could one simply be reasonable with children, it would go a great way towards making them reasonable with us. Could we always be to them what we are on Christmas-day, it would certainly help them towards having a Christmas all the year round. But the presents! Christmas consists in the presents, we say, and we cannot be giving gifts all the time. It might possibly be better if we could do this than