_Mrs. Mortlake._ You must not play on the piano, nor on the harp.
_Rosalind._ Well! What sense is there in pressing down your fingers first on bits of ivory, and then on bits of ebony; and staring at crotchets and quavers all the time? or where is the use of tw.a.n.ging and jerking the strings of a harp?
_Mrs. Mortlake._ You must not work in your garden.
_Rosalind._ So much the better. Then I shall neither dirty my hands with pulling up the weeds, nor splash my feet with the water-pot.
_Mrs. Mortlake._ You may sleep as much as you please; but you must not rise before nine o"clock.
_Rosalind._ O, how delightful, not to be obliged to jump out of bed at daylight! Dearest Mrs. Mortlake, if I could have a _month_ of ease and comfort, instead of only a week---
_Mrs. Mortlake._ Well,--if at the end of the week you still desire it, perhaps I may protract the indulgence to a longer period.
_Rosalind._ Dear Mrs. Mortlake, how kind you are. When shall my happiness begin? As to-morrow is Sat.u.r.day, when we _always_ have a half holiday, and next day Sunday, when we go to the city to attend church, I think, notwithstanding my impatience, I would rather commence my week of felicity regularly on Monday morning.
_Mrs. Mortlake._ Very well, then. On Monday morning let it be.
_Adelaide._ I am sorry to hear you call your antic.i.p.ated week of idleness a week of felicity.
_Rosalind._ Oh! I am sure I shall find it so; and you will regret not having also accepted Mrs. Mortlake"s kind offer.
_Adelaide._ I fear no regret on that subject.
_Mrs. Mortlake._ Say no more, Adelaide. Wait till we see the event of Rosalind"s experiment.
_Rosalind._ I hope Josephine"s afternoon nap will not be as long as usual: I am so impatient to tell her. O, how we shall enjoy ourselves together!
When Josephine awoke and heard of the new arrangement, she was as much delighted as _she_ could be at any thing; and she begged that Rosalind might be allowed to share her chamber during this happy week.
Monday morning came; and Rosalind (such is the power of habit) awoke, as usual, with the dawn; but soon recollected that she was not to get up till nine o"clock. She saw the light gleaming through the Venetian shutters, and she heard the morning song of the scarlet oriole, whose nest was in a locust tree close to the window; and the twittering of the martins as they flew about their box, which was affixed to the wall just below the roof of the house. She heard Adelaide, who was in the next room, get up to dress herself, and exclaim as she threw open the shutters, "O, what a beautiful sunrise!" Rosalind felt some desire to enjoy the loveliness of the early morning; but determined to remain in bed, and indulge herself with another nap. She turned and shook her pillow, and tumbled about for a long time before she could get to sleep; and at last she awoke again just as the clock was striking seven. She had still two hours to remain in bed, and she found the time extremely tedious. "Are you asleep, Josephine?" said she. "No," replied Josephine, "I am never asleep after this hour."
_Rosalind._ Why, then, do you remain in bed?
_Josephine._ O, because I hate to get up.
_Rosalind._ Well then let us talk.
_Josephine._ O, no! I never talk in bed. For, even when I do not sleep, I am not quite awake.
At length it was nine; and at the first stroke of the clock, Rosalind started from her bed, and began to wash and dress herself. When the girls went down stairs, they found the family breakfast had long been over, and they had theirs on a little table in a corner of the room.
Rosalind thought her breakfast did not taste very well; probably, because remaining so long in bed, had taken away her appet.i.te.
After breakfast, they went out and walked a little while in the most shady part of the garden. Then they sat down; first in the arbour of honeysuckles, then on the green bank behind the ice-house; then on a garden chair; and then on the bench at the foot of the great walnut tree. They picked a few currants and ate them; and they gathered some roses and smelled them. For some time they held their parasols over their heads; and then they shut them, and made marks on the gravel with the ends of the ivory sticks. They looked awhile at a nursery of young peach-trees at one side of the garden; and then they turned and looked towards a clover-field on the other side. Josephine pulled the strings of her reticule backwards and forwards; and Rosalind counted the palisades in the fence of the kitchen-garden. At last a bright idea struck her; and she gathered some dandelions that were going to seed, and blew off the down; recommending the same amus.e.m.e.nt to Josephine, who, after two or three trials, gave it up.
"Suppose we go to the play-room," said Rosalind. Josephine a.s.sented, and they slowly walked back to the house, and ascended the stairs. "Now,"
said Rosalind, "we can play domino _in the morning_. Generally, we never amuse ourselves with any of those little games in the day-time; though we have domino, draughts, and loto, sometimes in the evening." They played domino awhile in a very spiritless manner, and then they tried draughts and loto, which they also soon gave up; Josephine saying that all these games required too much attention. She then had recourse to the rocking-chair, and Rosalind took some white paper and cut fly-traps; in which amus.e.m.e.nts they tried to get rid of the time till near the dinner-hour, when they combed their hair, and changed their dresses.
Adelaide did not join them in the play-room, being much engaged with a very amusing book.
After dinner, Rosalind, accompanied Josephine to her room to take a nap likewise. But she found it so warm, and turned and tossed about so much, and had such difficulty in fixing herself in a comfortable position, that she thought, if it was not for the name of taking a nap, she had better have stayed up as usual. Josephine had less difficulty, being accustomed to afternoon-sleeping; and at length Rosalind shut her eyes, and fell into a sort of uneasy doze.
When they awoke, Rosalind proposed that they should put on their frocks, and go down into the porch, where Mrs. Mortlake and Adelaide were reading and sewing. But Josephine thought it would be much less trouble to sit in their loose gowns until near tea-time. To this Rosalind agreed, and they sat and gazed at the river. But it happened _this_ afternoon that no ships came in, and only one went out; and all the steamboats kept far over towards the opposite sh.o.r.e. They were glad when the bell rung for tea; for when people do nothing, their meals are a sort of amus.e.m.e.nt, and are therefore expected with anxious interest. In the evening, they declined joining Mrs. Mortlake and Adelaide in their usual long walk, and took a short stroll under the willows on the bank of the river; after which they returned to the parlour, where Mr.
Edington sat reading the newspaper, and Josephine threw herself on the sofa; while Rosalind sat beside her on a chair, and played with the kitten.
Next morning, their amus.e.m.e.nts in the garden were a little diversified by playing jack-stones and platting ribbon-gra.s.s; and when they went up to the play-room, Rosalind, looking among her old toys, found a doll long since laid aside, and a basket with its clothes. She offered the doll to Josephine proposing that she should dress it: but Josephine said "I would rather look at you, while _you_ do it." Rosalind accordingly dressed the doll in two different suits, one after another; but soon grew tired, and had recourse to an ivory cup and ball, which she failed to catch with as much dexterity as usual. She gave Josephine a wooden lemon, which on being opened in the middle, contained a number of other lemons one within another, and diminishing in size till the last and smallest was no bigger than a pea. When Josephine had got through the lemon, Rosalind took it, and resigned the cup and ball to her cousin, who soon gave it up, as she could never make the cup catch the ball; and she again finished the morning with her never-failing resource the rocking-chair.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday having been pa.s.sed in this manner, on Thursday Rosalind began to acknowledge to herself, what she had indeed suspected on the first day, that a life of entire idleness was not quite so agreeable as she had supposed. Having no useful or interesting occupation to diversify her time, she found that play had lost its relish; and now that she could play all day, she found all plays tiresome. These three days had appeared to her of never-ending length; and she began to think that when her week of idleness had expired she would not solicit Mrs. Mortlake to prolong the term.
On Thursday afternoon Rosalind gave up her nap, and went and seated herself at the open window, that she might hear Mrs. Mortlake and Adelaide read aloud in the porch. And next morning, she actually stopped and listened at the school-room door while Adelaide was repeating her French lesson; and she returned again, and stood behind the door, to hear Mrs. Mortlake instructing her sister in a new song accompanied on the harp. All that day and the next, she felt as if she was actually sick of doing nothing; and she absolutely languished to be allowed once more to take a book and read, or to draw, or play on the piano. Even sewing, she thought, would now seem delightful to her.
On Sat.u.r.day morning Rosalind met Adelaide in her brown linen ap.r.o.n with long sleeves, going into the housekeeper"s room to a.s.sist in making cakes and pastry. She longed to go in with her, and to do her part as formerly; and her longing increased when she heard the sound of beating eggs, and grinding spice. She had hitherto looked forward with great pleasure to her holiday on Sat.u.r.day afternoon. Now, after doing nothing all the week, Sat.u.r.day afternoon had no charms for her; and she was glad to find it was to be devoted to a ride in the carriage, through a pleasant part of the adjacent country.
"Well, Rosalind," said Josephine, as they were taking off their bonnets, after their return from the ride, "you have now spent a week in _my_ way. Do you not wish you could pa.s.s your whole life in the same manner?"
_Rosalind._ No, indeed--nor even another week. This week of idleness has seemed to me like a month; and I have no desire to renew the experiment. I have never in my life gone to bed so tired as after those days of doing nothing. I find that want of occupation is to me absolute misery; though it may be very delightful to _you_, as you have been brought up in a different manner, and have never been accustomed to any sort of employment. Yet, still I think you would be much happier, if you had something to do.
In the evening Mr. Edington said to his youngest daughter, "Well, Rosalind, how do you like your week of idleness? Are you going to request Mrs. Mortlake to lengthen the term of your enjoyment?"
_Rosalind._ O no, dear father; it has been no enjoyment to _me_. On the contrary, I am glad to think that it is now over. I have found it absolutely a punishment.
_Mr. Edington._ So I suspected.
_Rosalind._ And I deserved it, for allowing myself to become dissatisfied with the manner in which Mrs. Mortlake chose that I should occupy myself. I am tired of lying in bed, tired of idleness, and tired of play. So, dear Mrs. Mortlake, be so kind as to let me rise at daylight on Monday morning, to work in my garden, and resume my lessons as usual. You may depend on it I shall never again wish for a single day of idleness.
_Mrs. Mortlake._ I am very glad to hear you say so, my dear Rosalind.
And I do not despair of at length convincing Josephine that she would be more happy if she had some regular employment.
That night Rosalind returned to her own chamber, and next morning she was up at daylight. It being Sunday, they went as usual to church in the city, and Rosalind was now delighted to pa.s.s the remainder of the day in reading a volume of Mrs. Sherwood"s excellent work, the Lady of the Manor. A book now seemed like a novelty to her.
Next day Rosalind went through her lessons with a pleasure she had never felt before; and when they were over, she highly enjoyed her two hours"
recreation after dinner. She took no more afternoon naps; and after a short time even Josephine was persuaded to give them up, and found it possible, with some practice, to keep awake while her cousins or Mrs.
Mortlake were reading aloud in the porch.
Finally, Josephine became ashamed of being the only idle person in Mr.
Edington"s house, and was prevailed on by her uncle and Mrs. Mortlake to join her cousins in their lessons. By degrees, and by giving her only a very little to learn at a time, and by having constantly before her such good examples as Adelaide and Rosalind, she entirely conquered her love of idleness. She was really not deficient in natural capacity, and she soon began to take pleasure in trying to improve herself; so that when she returned to Maryland, she carried with her a newly acquired taste for rational pursuits, which she never afterwards lost.
MADELINE MALCOLM.
Now here--now there--in noise and mischief ever.
_Rogers._
"Well, Juliet, how is your friend, Cecilia Selden?" said Edward Lansdowne to his sister, as they were sitting by the parlour fire, in the interval between daylight and darkness. It was the evening after his arrival from Princeton college to spend a fortnight at Christmas with his family in Philadelphia.