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- Delightful task! To teach the young idea how to shoot!
To train the tender plants, and watch their buds unfolding day by day!
Influenced by so h the fear of displeasing s, prevented ain, I mentioned it to ot her to promise to assist me with her endeavours My father's reluctant consent was next obtained, and then, though Mary still sighed her disapproval, an to look out for a situation for me She wrote to my father's relations, and consulted the newspaper advertise dropped all coe of occasional letters was all she had ever had since her e, and she would not at any ti and so entire had been my parents' seclusion from the world, that many weeks elapsed before a suitable situation could be procured At last, to e of the young family of a certain Mrs Bloomfield; whom my kind, prim aunt Grey had known in her youth, and asserted to be a very nice woman Her husband was a retired tradesman, who had realized a very coreater salary than twenty-five pounds to the instructress of his children I, however, was glad to accept this, rather than refuse the situation--which my parents were inclined to think the better plan
But so, how tedious those weeks appeared to ht hopes and ardent expectations With what peculiar pleasure I assisted at theofwith the latter occupation too; and when it was done--when all was ready for ht at houish seemed to swell my heart My dear friends looked so sad, and spoke so very kindly, that I could scarcely keep ay I had taken arden, and round the house; I had fed, with her, our pet pigeons for the last time--the pretty creatures that we had taiven a farewell stroke to all their silky backs as they crowded in my lap I had tenderly kissed my own peculiar favourites, the pair of snohite fantails; I had playedto papa: not the last, I hoped, but the last for what appeared to ain it would be with different feelings: circuht never be ain My dear little friend, the kitten, would certainly be changed: she was already growing a fine cat; and when I returned, even for a hasty visit at Christotten both her playmate and her merry pranks I had romped with her for the last tiht fur, while she lay purring herself to sleep inof sadness I could not easily disguise Then at bed-time, when I retired with Mary to our quiet little chamber, where already my draere cleared out and my share of the bookcase was empty--and where, hereafter, she would have to sleep alone, in dreary solitude, as she expressed it--my heart sankto persist in leaving her; and when I knelt onceon her and on my parents more fervently than ever I had done before To conceal my emotion, I buried my face in my hands, and they were presently bathed in tears I perceived, on rising, that she had been crying too: but neither of us spoke; and in silence we betook ourselves to our repose, creeping ether from the consciousness that ere to part so soon