Experimental Education, by the Author of 'a Sponsor's Gift?' (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ... made on this speech--we went down to the dining-room. The dear mother was not at home: so I asked a blessing, and then offered to help the young lady. "No," said she, " I cannot eat any; I have not a bit of appetite." The portion she refused, I took for myself; and, as / had an appetite, I began to eat my dinner without taking any notice of her. She sat by sometime, turning her fork about, and looking rather disconcerted; but when I had finished what was on my plate, and was about to help myself to another piece of meat, she looked up, and said, " Won't you give me a little bit?" "Oh yes certainly, my love," I replied, "if you have an appetite." No more was said at that time. She ate a good dinner, and not many days after reverted to the affair of her own accord, by saying, "If you were to live with me twenty years, I should never sulk with my dinner again." I did live with her several years, on very pleasant terms, without the recurrence of any similar event; though I had previously seen her dear mother sadly distressed at some untoward interruptions to her appetite at dinner time; attended by much intreaty on her part, and much crying on the part of the child. Children will sometimes cry with much noise, when with their nurses or governesses, in order to be heard by their parents, that the latter may think they are ill-used. There will be plenty of such crying if the mother on every occasion enquire, "what is the matter now?" or send to know the cause of it. She should rather wait till she can have an opportunity of speaking to the child, when not crying; and then her tone should neither be one of pity, nor of anger; but a simple enquiry. "I heard you crying in a very loud manner, (at such a time) I fear you were naughty." And then she...