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Group Title: The doll and her friends, or, memoirs of the Lady Seraphina
Title: The doll and her friends, or, Memoirs of the Lady Seraphina
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Title: The doll and her friends, or, Memoirs of the Lady Seraphina
Alternate Title: Memoirs of the Lady Seraphina
Doll and her friends
Physical Description: 4, 91, 16 p., 4 leaves of plates : ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Maitland, Julia Charlotte, d. 1864
Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882 ( Illustrator )
Green, W. T., fl. 1837-1872 ( Engraver )
Grant and Griffith ( Publisher )
Robson, Levey, and Franklyn (Firm) ( Printer )
Bone & Son ( Binder )
Publisher: Grant and Griffith (successors to J. Harris)
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Robson, Levey, and Franklyn
Publication Date: 1852
Subject: Dolls -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Citation/Reference: Osborne Coll.,
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Statement of Responsibility: by the author of "Letters from Madras," "Historical charades," etc. etc. ; with four illustrations by Hablot K. Browne.
General Note: With four illustrations by Hablot K. Browne.
General Note: Ill. engraved by W.T. Green.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue: 16 p. at end.
General Note: Author's name from Osborne cited below.
Funding: Brittle Books Program
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MY principal intention, or rather aim, in writing this little
book was to amuse children by a story founded on one of
their favourite diversions, and to inculcate a few such minor
morals as my little plot might be strong enough to carry;
chiefly the domestic happiness produced by kind tempers
and consideration for others. And further, I wished to
say a word in favour of that good old-fashioned plaything,
the Doll, which one now sometimes hears decried by
sensible people who have no children of their own.




I BELONG to a race the sole end of whose existence
is to give pleasure to others. None will deny the
goodness of such an end, and I flatter myself most
persons will allow that we amply fulfil it. Few of
the female sex especially but will acknowledge, with
either the smile or the sigh called forth by early
recollections, that much of their youthful happiness
was due to our presence; and some will even go so
far as to attribute to our influence many a habit of
housewifery, neatness, and industry, which orna-
ments their riper years.
But to our influence, our silent unconscious in-
fluence alone, can such advantages be ascribed; for
neither example nor precept are in our power; our
race cannot boast of intellectual endowments; and
though there-are few qualities, moral or mental, that
have not in their turn been imputed to us by partial
friends, truth obliges me to confess that they exist


rather in the minds of our admirers than in our own
We are a race of mere dependents; some might
even call us slaves. Unable to change our place or
move hand or foot at our own pleasure, and forced
to submit to every caprice of our possessors, we can-
not be said to have even a will of our own. But
every condition has its share of good and evil, and
I have often considered my helplessness and depend-
ence as mere trifles compared with the troubles to
which poor sensitive human beings are subject.
Pain, sickness, or fatigue I never knew. While
a fidgetty child cannot keep still for two minutes
at a time, I sit contentedly for days together in the
same attitude; and I have before now seen one
of those irritable young mortals cry at a scratch,
while I was bearing needles drawn in and out of
every part of my body, or sitting with a pin run
straight through my heart, calmly congratulating
myself on being free from the inconveniences of
flesh and blood.
Of negative merits I possess a good share. I
am never out of humour, never impatient, never
mischievous, noisy, nor intrusive; and though I
and'my fellows cannot lay claim to brilliant powers
either in word or deed, we may boast of the same
qualifications as our wittiest king, for certainly none


of us ever said a foolish thing," if she "never did
a wise one."
Personal beauty I might almost, without va-
nity, call the "badge of all our tribe." Our very
name is seldom mentioned without the epithet pretty;
and in my own individual case I may say that I
have always been considered pleasing and elegant,
though others have surpassed me in size and gran-
But our most striking characteristic is our power
of inspiring strong attachment. The love bestowed
on us by our possessors is proof against time, fami-
liarity, and misfortune:
Age cannot wither" us, nor custom stale"
Our "infinite variety."
With no trace of our original beauty left,-dress in
tatters, complexion defaced, features undistinguish-
able, our very limbs mutilated, the mere wreck of
our former selves,-who has not seen one of us still
the delight and solace of some tender young heart;
the confidant of its fancies, and the soother of its
sorrows; preferred to all newer claimants, however
high their pretensions; the still unrivalled favourite,
in spite of the laughter of the nursery and the quiet
contempt of the schoolroom?
Young and gentle reader, your sympathy or



your sagacity has doubtless suggested to you my
name. I am, as you guess, a DOLL; and though
not a doll of any peculiar pretensions, I flatter my-
self that my life may not be quite without interest
to the young lovers of my race, and in this hope I
venture to submit my memoirs to your indulgent
I am but a small doll; not one of those splen-
did specimens of wax, modelled from the Princess
Royal, with distinct fingers and toes, eyes that
shut, and tongues that wag. No; such I have
only contemplated from a respectful distance as
I lay on my stall in the bazaar, while they
towered sublime in the midst of the toys, the won-
der and admiration of every passing child. I am
not even one of those less magnificent, but still
dignified, leather skinned individuals, requiring
clothes to take off and put on, and a cradle to
sleep in, with sheets, blankets, and every thing
complete. Neither can I found my claim to notice
upon any thing odd or unmual in my appearance:
I am not a negro doll, with wide mouth and woolly
hair; nor a doll with a gutta-percha face, which
can be twisted into all kinds of grimaces.
I am a simple English doll, about six inches
high, with jointed limbs and an enamel face, a slim
waist and upright figure, an amiable smile, an in-


telligent eye, and hair dressed in the first style of
fashion. I never thought myself vain, but I own
that in my youth I did pique myself upon my hair.
There was but one opinion about that. I have often
heard even grown-up people remark, How ingeni-
ously that doll's wig is put on, and how nicely it is
arranged !" while at the same time my rising vanity
was crushed by the insinuation that I had an ab-
surd smirk or a ridiculous stare.
However, the opinions of human beings of ma-
ture age never much disturbed me. The world was
large enough for them and me; and I could con-
tentedly see them turn to their own objects of in-
terest, while I awaited in calm security the unquali-
fled praise of those whose praise alone was valuable
to me-their children and grandchildren.
I first opened my eyes to the light in the Pan-
theon Bazaar. How I came there I know not; my
conscious existence dates only from the moment in
which a silver-paper covering was removed from
my face, and the world burst upon my view. A
feeling of importance was the first that arose in my
mind. As the hand that held me turned me from
side to side, I looked about. Dolls were before me,
dolls behind, and dolls on each side. For a con-
siderable time I could see nothing else. The world
seemed made for dolls. But by degrees, as my



powers of vision strengthened, my horizon extended;
and I perceived that portions of space were allotted
to many other objects. I described, at various dis-
tances, aids to amusements in endless succession,-
balls, bats, battledores, boxes, bags, and baskets;
carts, cradles, and cups and saucers. I did not then
know any thing of the alphabet, and I cannot say
that I have quite mastered it even now; but if I
were learned enough, I am sure I could go from
A to Z, as initial letters of the wonders with which
I soon made acquaintance.
Not that I at once became aware of the uses,
or even the names, of all I saw. No one took the
trouble to teach me; and it was only by dint of my
own intense observation that I gained any know-
ledge at all. I did not at first even know that I
was a doll. But I made the most of opportunities,
and my mind gradually expanded.
I first learned to distinguish human beings.
Their powers of motion made a decided difference
between them and the other surrounding objects,
and naturally my attention was early turned to-
wards the actions of the shopwoman on whose stall
I lived. She covered me and my companions with
a large cloth every night, and restored the daylight
to us in the morning. We were all perfectly help-
less without her, and absolutely under her control


At her will the largest top hummed, or was silent;
the whip cracked, or lay harmlessly by the side of
the horse. She moved us from place to place, and
exhibited or hid us at her pleasure; but she was
always so extremely careful of our health and looks,
and her life seemed so entirely devoted to us and to
our advantage, that I often doubted whether she
was our property or we hers. Her habits varied
so little from day to day, that after watching her
for a reasonable time, I felt myself perfectly ac-
quainted with her, and in a condition to make ob-
servations upon others of her race.
One day a lady and a little girl stopped at our stall.
"Oh, what a splendid doll!" exclaimed the
child, pointing to the waxen beauty which outshone
the rest of our tribe. It was the first time I had
heard the word Doll, though I was well acquainted
with the illustrious individual to whom it was ap-
plied; and it now flashed upon my mind, with pride
and pleasure, that, however insignificant in compa-
rison, I too was a doll. But I had not time to
think very deeply about my name and nature just
then, as I wished to listen to the conversation of
the two human beings.
May I buy her ?" said the little girl.
Can you afford it ?" asked the lady in return.
" Remember your intentions for your brother."



"Perhaps I have money enough for both," an-
swered the child. How much does she cost ?"
Seven shillings," said the shopwoman, taking
the doll from her place, and displaying her pretty
face and hands to the utmost advantage.
"I have three half-crowns," said the little girl.
"But if you spend seven shillings on the doll,"
answered the lady, "you will only have sixpence
left for the paint-box."
"What does a paint-box cost ?" asked the child.
We ha ve them of all prices," replied the shop-
keeper; from sixpence to seven shillings."
The little girl examined several with great care,
and stood some time in deliberation; at last she
said, "I don't think Willy would like a sixpenny
It would be of no use to him," answered the
lady. He draws well enough to want better
colours. If you gave it to him, he would thank
you and try to seem pleased, but he would not
really care for it. However, he does not know that
you thought of making him a birthday present, so
you are at liberty to spend your money as you like."
Would he care for a seven shilling one ?" asked
the little girl.
Yes; that is exactly what he wants."
"Then he shall have it," exclaimed the good-


natured little sister. Poor dear Willy, how many
more amusements I have than he !"
She bought the best paint-box, and received
sixpence in change.
Is there any thing else I can shew you ?" asked
the shopkeeper.
No, thank you," she replied; and turning to
the elder lady, she said, "May we go home at once,
Mama? It would take me a long time to choose
what I shall spend my sixpence in, and I should
like to give Willy his paint-box directly."
By all means," answered the lady; "we will
lose no time; and I will bring you again to spend
the sixpence whenever you please."
Without one backward glance towards the beau-
tiful doll, the child tripped away by the side of her
companion, looking the brightest and happiest of
her kind.
I pondered long upon this circumstance; how
long I cannot say, for dolls are unable to measure
time, they can only date from any particularly strik-
ing epochs. For instance, we can say, "Such an
affair happened before I lost my leg;" or, "Such an
event took place before my new wig was put on;"
but of the intricate divisions known to mortals by
the names of hours, days, months, &c., we have no


However, I meditated on the kind little sister
during what appeared to me a long but not tedious
period, for I was gratified at gaining some insight
into the qualities proper to distinguish the human
race. Readiness to shew kindness, and a prefer-
ence of others' interests to her own, were virtues
which I easily perceived in the little girl's conduct;
but one thing perplexed me sadly: I could not un-
derstand why a doll would not have answered her
kind intentions as well as a paint-box; why could
she not have bought the doll which she admired so
much, and have given that to her brother.
My thoughts were still engaged with this sub-
ject when a boy approached the stall. Boys were
new characters to me, and I was glad of the oppor-
tunity to observe one. He did not bestow a look
on the dolls and other toys, but asked for a box of
carpenter's tools. The shopkeeper dived into some
hidden recess under the counter, and produced a
clumsy-looking chest, the merits of which I could
not discover; but the boy pronounced it to be "just
the thing," and willingly paid down its price. I
followed him with my eyes as he walked about with
his great box under his arm, looking from side to
side, till he caught sight of another boy rather
younger than himself, advancing from an opposite


Why, Geoffrey," 'exclaimed my first friend,
" where have you been all this time ? I have been
hunting every where for you."
Geoffrey did not immediately answer, his mouth
being, as I perceived, quite full. When at last he
could open his lips, he said: "Will you have a
cheesecake ?"
No, thank you," replied his friend. "We must
go home to dinner so soon, that you will scarcely
have time to choose your things. Where have you
been ?"
At the pastrycook's stall," answered Geoffrey;
" and I must go back again before I can buy any
thing. I left my five shillings there to be changed."
The boys returned together to the stall, and I
saw its mistress hand a small coin to Geoffrey.
Where is the rest ?" said he.
"That is your change, sir," she replied.
Why, you don't mean that those two or three
tarts and jellies cost four and sixpence he ex.
claimed, turning as red as the rosiest doll at my
I think you will find it correct, sir," answered
the shopkeeper. "Two jellies, sixpence each, make
one shilling; two custards, sixpence each, two shil-
lings; a bottle of ginger-beer, threepence, two and
threepence; one raspberry cream, sixpence, two and



ninepence; three gooseberry tarts, threepence, three
shillings; two strawberry tarts, three and twopence;
two raspberry ditto, three and fourpence; four
cheesecakes, three and eightpence; two Bath buns,
four shillings; and one lemon ice, four and sixpence."
What a bother !" said Geoffrey, as he pocketed
the small remains of his fortune. I wish I could
give her some of the tarts back again, for they
weren't half so nice as they looked, except just the
first one or two."
Because you were only hungry for the first
one or two," said the other boy. But it can't be
helped now; come and spend the sixpence better."
"There won't be any thing worth buying for
sixpence," said Geoffrey gloomily, as he shuffled in
a lazy manner towards my stall.
I want a spade," said he.
Several were produced, but they cost two shil-
lings or half-a-crown. There were little wooden
spades for sixpence; but from those he turned with
contempt, saying they were only fit for babies.
Nothing at our table suited him, and he walked
towards our opposite neighbour, who sold books,
maps, &c. On his asking for a dissected map, all
the countries of the world were speedily offered to
his choice; but alas! the price was again the ob-
stacle. The cheapest map was half-a-crown; and



Geoffrey's sixpence would buy nothing but a childish
puzzle of Old Mother Hubbard. Geoffrey said it
was a great shame that every thing should be either
dear or stupid.
"Can't you lend me some money, Ned ?" con-
tinued he.
I can't, indeed," replied the other;. "mine all
went in this box of tools. Suppose you don't spend
the sixpence at all now, but keep it till you get
some more."
No, I won't do that; I hate saving my money."
So saying, he wandered from stall to stall, ask-
ing the price of every thing, as if his purse was as
full as his stomach.
How much is that sailor kite ?" Two shil-
lings, sir."-" How much is that bat?" Seven and
sixpence."-" How much is that wooden box with
secret drawer ?" Three shillings."
"How provoking I" he exclaimed. "I want
heaps of things, and this stupid sixpence is no good
at all."
It is better than nothing," said Edward. "It
is not every day that one's aunt sends one five shil-
lings to spend in the bazaar; and in common times
sixpence is not to be despised. After all, there are
plenty of things it will buy. Do you want a top T"
No; I've got four."



Garden seeds?"
"What is the use of them, when I can't get a
spade ?
Steel pens ? You said this morning you could
not write with quills."
I don't like buying those kind of things with
my own money."
"A box? Yesterday you wanted a box."
I don't care for boxes that won't lock, and I
can't get one with a lock and key for sixpence."
"A knife ?"
"Sixpenny knives have only one blade; I want
Sealing-wax ? wafers ? a penholder ? a paint-
box? India-rubber? pencils ?"
Stupid things !"
"A ball? You might have a very good ball."
Not a cricket-ball; and I don't care for any
What a particular fellow you are! I am sure
I could always find something to spend sixpence in.
String? One is always wanting string. You may
have a good ball of whipcord."
These sort of places don't sell it."
Then, I say again, keep your money till you
want it."
No, that I'll never do, when I came on pur-



pose to spend it. After all, the only thing I can
think of," continued Geoffrey, after a pause, "is to
go back to the pastrycook's. There was one kind
of tart I did not taste, and perhaps it would be
nicer than the others. I'll give you one if you like."
No, thank you; I am much obliged to you
all the same; but I won't help you to spend your
money in that way. Don't buy any more tarts.
Come and walk about; there are plenty more shops
to look at."
They sauntered on, but Geoffrey, by various
turns, worked his way back to the pastrycook's; and
as no persuasions could then bring him away, Ed
ward walked off, not choosing, as he said, to en-
courage him.
Presently I saw a tall gentleman enter the ba-
zaar, and I wondered what he would buy. I did
not then understand the difference between grown-
up people and children, and as he approached my
stall, I could not repress a hope that he would buy
me. But his quick eye glanced over the tables with-
out resting on any of the toys.
Can I shew you any thing, sir ?" said my mis-
"No, I am much obliged to you," he answered,
with a pleasant smile. I am only in search of
some young people who, I dare say, have been



better customers than I. Ah, here they are," he
continued, as the two boys of whom I had taken so
much notice ran up to him from different ends of
the room.
"Well, boys," said he," what have you bought?
Must we hire a wagon to carry your property
Not quite," answered Edward. "I have
bought a wagon-load of amusement, but I can
carry it home well enough myself; I have spent
all my money in this box of tools."
A very sensible and useful purchase," said the
gentleman; they will give you plenty of plea-
sant employment. The only objection is, that they
are likely to be lost or broken at school."
"I do not mean to take them to school, papa.
I shall use them in the holidays, and leave them
with Willy when I go back to school; that was one
reason why I bought them. Willy could do a good
deal of carpentering on his sofa."
"True, my boy, and a kind thought. They
will be a great amusement to poor Willy, and he
will take good care of them for you."
Now, Geoffrey, how have you invested your
capital? I hope you have found a strong spade. It
is fine weather for gardening."
"No, I haven't," stammered Geoffrey.


III (\


P. 16.
p. 16.


"Well, what have you bought ?"
"I don't know," said Geoffrey.
"Do you mean that you have not spent your
money yet? Make haste, then, for I can only
allow you five minutes more. I expected to find
you ready to go home. Be brisk; there is every
thing on that stall that the heart of boy can wish,"
said the gentleman, pointing to my abode.
But Geoffrey did not move. "I don't want
iny thing," said he at last.
What a fortunate boy I" said the gentleman;
but he presently added, Have you lost your
money ?"
Shew it to me."
Geoffrey slowly produced his sixpence, almost
hidden in the palm of his hand.
"Where is the rest?" asked the gentleman.
"Have you spent it ?"
c And nothing to shew for it? Nothing?".-
and the gentleman looked at the boy more narrowly.
" Nothing," said he again, "except a few crumbs
of pie-crust on your waistcoat? Oh, Geoffrey !"
There was a short silence, and the boy coloured
a good deal; at last he said, "It was my own



"' You will wish it was your own again before
long, I dare say," said the gentleman. However,
we must hope you will be wiser in time. Come
home now to dinner."
I don't want any dinner," said Geoffrey.
"Probably not, but Edward and I do. We
have not dined on tarts; and I dare say Ned is as
hungry as I am."
So saying, he led the way towards the door,
leaving me, as usual, pondering over what had
passed. One word used by the gentleman made a
great impression on me-USEFUL.
What could that mean ? Various considerations
were suggested by the question. Some things, it
seemed, were useful, others not; and what puzzled
me most was, that the very same things appeared
to be useful to some people, and not to others. For
instance, the sixpenny paint-box, which had been re-
jected as useless to Willy, was bought soon after-
wards by a small boy, who said it would be the
most useful toy he had.
Could this be the case with every thing ? Was
it possible that every thing properly applied might
have its use, and that its value depended upon
those who used it ? If so, why was Geoffrey blamed
for spending his money in tarts ? He liked them.
Perhaps he had plenty of food at home, and that



uselessness consisted in a thing's not being really
wanted. I revolved the subject in my mind, and
tried to discover the use of every thing I saw, but
I was not always successful. The subject was per-
plexing; and gradually all my thoughts became
fixed on the point of most importance to myself-
namely, my own use.
How changed were my ideas since the time
when I imagined the world to belong to dolls!
Their whole race now seemed to be of very small
importance; and as for my individual self, I could
not be sure that I had any use at all, and still less
what, or to whom.
Day after day I lay on my counter unnoticed,
except by the shopwoman who covered us up at
night, and re-arranged us in the morning; and
even this she did with such an indifferent air, that
I could not flatter myself I was of the smallest use
to her. Every necessary care was bestowed upon
me in common with my companions; but I sighed
for the tender attentions that I sometimes saw
lavished by children upon their dolls, and wished
that my mistress would nurse and caress me in the
same manner.
She never seemed to think of such a thing.
She once said I was dusty, and whisked a brush
over my face; but that was the only separate mark



of interest I ever received from her. I had no rea-
sonable ground of complaint, but I began to grow
weary of the insipidity of my life, and to ask myself
whether this could be my only destiny. Was I
never to be of use to any body? From time to
time other toys were carried away. Many a giddy
top and lively ball left my side in childish company,
and disappeared through those mysterious gates by
which the busy human race entered our calm se-
At last even dolls had their day. The beauti-
ful waxen princess no longer graced our dominions.
She was bought by an elderly lady for a birthday
present to a little grand-daughter; and on the very
same day the old familiar faces" of six dolls who
had long shared my counter vanished from my
sight, one after another being bought and carried
I w*s sorry to lose them, though while we lived
together we had had our little miffs and jealousies.
I had sometimes thought that the one with the red
shoes was always sticking out her toes; that she of
the flaxen ringlets was ready to let every breath of
wind blow them over her neighbours' faces; that
another with long legs took up more room than her
share, much to my inconvenience. But now that
they were all gone, and I never could hope to see



them again, I would gladly have squeezed myself
into as small compass as the baby doll in the
walnut-shell, in order to make room for them once
One thing, however, was satisfactory: dolls
certainly had their use. Seven had been bought,
and therefore why not an eighth? I had been sink-
ing almost into a state of despondency, but now my
hopes revived and my spirits rose. My turn might
And my turn did come. Every circumstance of
that eventful day is deeply impressed on my me-
mory. I was as usual employed in making remarks
upon the passing crowd, and wondering what might
be the use of every body I saw, when I perceived
the lady and the little girl who had been almost my
first acquaintances among the human race. As they
approached my stall, I heard the mama say, "Have
you decided what to buy with the sixpence ?"
Oh yes, quite," answered the child ;'"I am
going to buy a sixpenny doll."
The words thrilled through me; her eyes seemed
fixed on mine, and the sixpence was between her
fingers. I imagined myself bought. But she con-
tinued: I think, if you don't mind the trouble, I
should like to go round the bazaar first, to see which
are the prettiest."


By all means," replied the lady; and they
walked on, carrying all my hopes with them.
I had often fancied myself the prettiest doll of
my size in the place; but such conceit would not
support me now. I felt that there were dozens,
nay scores, who more than equalled me; and all
discontented notions of my neglected merit now
sunk before the dread that I had really no merit to
I began also to have some idea of what was
meant by time. My past life had glided away so
imperceptibly, that I did not know whether it had
been long or short; but I learnt to count every mo-
ment while those two mortals were walking round
the bazaar.
I strained my eyes to catch sight of them again;
but when at last they re-appeared, I scarcely dared
to look, for fear of seeing a doll in the child's hands.
But no; her hands were empty, except for the six-
pence still between her finger and thumb.
They came nearer-they stopped at another stall;
I could not hear what they said, but they turned
away, and once more stood opposite to me. The
child remained for some moments as silent as my-
self, and then exclaimed, After all, Mama, I don't
think there are any prettier dolls than these in the
whole room."



What do you say to this one, Miss?" said our
proprietor, taking up a great full-dressed Dutch
doll, and laying her on the top of those of my size
and class, completely hiding the poor little victims
under her stiff muslin and broad ribbons.
But on the child's answering, No, thank you,
I only want a sixpenny doll not dressed," the Dutch
giantess was removed, and we once more asserted
our humble claims.
That seems to me a very pretty one," said the
mama, pointing to my next neighbour. The child
for a moment hesitated, but presently exclaimed in a
joyful tone, Oh no, this is the beauty of all; this
little darling with the real hair and blue ribbon in
it; I will take this one, if you please." And before
I could be sure that she meant me, I was removed
from my place, wrapped up in paper, and consigned
to her hands. My long-cherished wishes were ful-
filled, and I was bought. At first I could scarcely
believe it. Notwithstanding all my planning and
looking forward to this event, now that it really
happened, I could not understand it. My senses
seemed gone. What had so long occupied my mind
was the work of a moment; but that moment was
irrevocable, and my fate was decided. In my little
mistress' hands I passed the boundaries of the world
of toys, and. entered upon a new state of existence.



A VERY different life now opened before me. I had
no longer any pretence for complaining of neglect.
My young mistress devoted every spare moment to
the enjoyment of my company, and set no limits to
her caresses and compliments; while I in return
regarded her with all the gratitude and affection
which a doll can feel. My faculties as well as my
feelings were called into fresh exercise; for though
I had no longer the wide range of observation
afforded by the daily crowd of strangers in the
bazaar, I had the new advantage of making inti-
mate acquaintance with a small circle of friends.
Having hitherto been so completely without any
position in the world, I could not at first help feel-
ing rather shy at the idea of taking my place as
member of a family; and it was therefore a relief
to find that my lot was not cast amongst total
strangers, but that I had already some slight clue
to the characters of my future companions.
My mistress, whose name was Rose, was sister
to the Willy for whom she had bought the paint-
box, and also to Edward, the purchaser of the.


tools. Geoffrey, the lover of tarts, was a cousin on
a visit to them for the holidays; and they had also
an elder sister named Margaret, besides their papa
and mama, whom I had seen in the bazaar.
The first of the family to whom I was introduced
was Willy, and I soon became much interested in
him. He was a pale thin boy, who spent the day
on a sofa, to and from which he was carried in the
morning and at night. In fine weather he went
out in a wheel-chair; but he was unable to move with-
out help, and was obliged to endure many priva-
tions. Though he often looked suffering and weary,
he was cheerful and patient, and always seemed
pleased to hear other children describe enjoyments
in which he could not share. Every body was fond
of Willy, and anxious to amuse and comfort him.
All that happened out of doors was told to him; all
the kindest friends and pleasantest visitors came to
see him; the new books were brought to him to read
first; the best fruit and flowers always set apart for
him; and all the in-door occupations arranged as
much as possible with a view to his convenience.
He and his little sister Rose were the dearest friends
in the world, and certain to take part in whatever
interested each other. As soon as Rose brought
me home from the Pantheon, she ran upstairs with
me to Willy, whom I then saw for the first time,



sitting on the sofa with his feet up, and a table
before him, on which stood several books, and my
old acquaintances the paint-box and the chest of tools.
Look at this, Willy; is not this pretty ?" ex-
claimed Rose, laying me down on his open book.
Willy looked up with a pleasant smile: Very
pretty," he answered. "I suppose she is to be the
lady of the new house; and with Ned's tools, I hope
to make some furniture worth her acceptance."
Oh, thank you, Willy dear. And will you
help me to choose a name for her ? What do you
think the prettiest name you know ?"
Rose," answered Willy, laughing; but I sup-
pose that will not do. I dare say you want some-
thing very fine and out-of-the-way."
"As fine as can be," replied Rose; "I have
been thinking of Seraphina or Wilhelmina: which
do you like best?"
Call it Molly," cried Edward, who just then
entered the room; Molly and Betty are the best
names: no nonsense in them."
"Call it Stupid Donkey," mumbled a voice be-
hind him; and Geoffrey advanced, his mouth as
usual full of something besides words. Have any
nuts, Willy ?" he asked, holding out a handful.
"No, thank you," answered Willy; "I must
not eat them."


I wouldn't be you, I know," said Geoffrey,
cracking one between his teeth; "never let to eat
any thing but what's wholesome, and always read-
ing, or doing something stupid. I believe you are
helping Rose to play with that doll now. Put it
into the fire; that is the way to treat dolls. Stupid
things. I hate 'em !"
"Pray do not touch it, Geoffrey," said Rose.
"Leave it alone, Geff," said Edward. "You
have your things, and Rose has hers. I don't see
the fun of dolls myself, but she does, and nobody
shall interfere with her while I am here to protect
her. Just remember that, will you ?"
"The d-o-ll!" said Geoffrey, drawling the word,
and making a face as if the pronouncing it turned
him quite sick. Oh, the sweet doll! Perhaps
you would like to stay and play with Rose, and
Willy, and the d-o-11, instead of coming out to
Nonsense, you foolish fellow, you know better,"
answered Edward. "But I won't have Rose bullied;
and what's more, I won't have Willy quizzed. I
should like to see you or me pass such an exami-
nation as Willy could if he were at school. Why,
he can learn as much in a day as we do in a
"Well, he is welcome to learn as much as he



likes," said Geoffrey; "and let's you and I go and
play. What stupid nuts these are! I've almost
cracked one of my teeth with cracking them."
The boys ran off; and presently there came into
the room the papa and mama, whom I already knew,
and a young lady very like Rose, but older. I found
she was Margaret, the eldest sister. They inquired
whether Willy wanted any thing before they went
out; and Margaret fetched a drawing that he
wished to copy, while his father and mother wheeled
his sofa and table nearer the window that he might
have more light. When he was made quite com-
fortable, they told Rose that she might stay and
take care of him till they returned; and she said
she would bring her box of scraps and begin dress-
ing me. Then I came in for my share of notice,
and had every reason to be satisfied with the praises
bestowed on me. The mama said that I deserved
very neatly-made clothes; the papa, that my hair
would be a pattern for Margaret's; and Margaret
said I was charming, and that she would make me
a pink satin gown.
They admired the name Seraphina, though the
papa suggested various others which he thought
might suit Rose's taste,-Sophonisba, Cleopatra,
Araminta, Dulcinea, Ethelinda, &c.; but as she
remained steady to her first choice, the LADY


SERAPHINA was decided to be thenceforth my name
and title.
And now began the real business of my life. I
was no longer doomed to fret at being of no use, for
the object of my existence was plain enough, namely,
to give innocent recreation to my young mistress
when at leisure from her more serious employment.
Every day she spent some hours in study with her
mother or sister; and she would fly to me for relief
between her lessons, and return to them with more
vigour after passing a little time in my refreshing
company. She often shewed her tasks to me, and
discussed their difficulties. I think she repeated the
multiplication-table to me nearly a hundred times,
while I sat on the Tutor's Assistant waiting for the
recurrence of the fatal words, "Seven times nine."
Day after day she could get no farther; but as
soon as she came to Seven times nine," I was
turned off the book, which had to be consulted for
the answer.
At last, one day she came running into the room
in great glee, exclaiming, "I have done the multi-
plication-table. I have said it quite right, sixty-
three and all. I made no mistake even in dodging.
And you helped me, my darling Lady Seraphina.
I never could have learned it perfect if you had not
heard me say it so often. And now, look at your



rewards. Margaret has made you a bonnet, and
Willy has made you an arm-chair."
Beautiful, indeed, was the bonnet, and commo-
dious the arm-chair; and I wore the one and re-
clined in the other all the time Rose was learning
the French auxiliary verbs 9tre and avoir. I flat-
tered myself I was of as much use in them as in the
multiplication-table; but I do not recollect receiv-
ing any particular recompense. Indeed, after a little
time, it would have been difficult to know what to
give me, for I possessed every thing that a doll's
heart could wish, or her head imagine. Such a
variety of elegant dresses as Rose made for me
would have been the envy of all my old friends in
the bazaar. I had gowns of pink satin and white
satin; blue silk and yellow silk; coloured muslins
without number, and splendid white lace. Bonnets
enough to furnish a milliner's shop were mine; but
I was not so partial to them as to my gowns, be-
cause they tumbled my hair.
I believe a good many of my possessions were
presents from Margaret to Rose on account of
perfect lessons; but in course of time, I ceased
to superintend Rose's studies. Margaret said
that I interrupted the course of history; and
the mama said that Rose was old enough to
learn her lessons without bringing her play into


them, and that I must be put away during school
Though I did not think that the fault was alto-
gether mine, I quite acquiesced in the wisdom of this
decree; for during Rose's last reading-lesson she
had stopped so often to ask me which I liked best,
Lycurgus or Solon, Pericles or Alcibiades, &c., that
Margaret was almost out of patience. And though
I made no answer, and had really no choice at all
between the characters, I felt that I rather hin-
dered business.
I was therefore now left to myself for several
hours in the morning; but I found ample and plea-
sant employment in surveying the comforts and
beauties of my habitation. For I was not forced
to perform the part of an insignificant pigmy in the
vast abodes of the colossal race of man: I possessed
a beautiful little house proportioned to my size, plea-
santly situated on a table in the furthest corner of
the school-room, and commanding an extensive view
of the whole apartment.
I must describe my house at full length. It
had been originally, as I heard, a mere rough pack-
ing-case; but what of that ? The best brick house
in London was once but clay in the fields; and
my packing-case was now painted outside and pa-
pered inside, and fitted up in a manner every way


suitable for the occupation of a doll of distine-
My drawing-room was charming; light and
cheerful, the walls papered with white and gold,
and the floor covered with a drab carpet worked
with flowers of every hue. Rose worked the carpet
herself under the directions of Margaret, who pre-
vailed on her to learn worsted-work for my sake.
So there, again, how useful I was! From the ceil-
ing hung a brilliant glass chandelier, a birthday
present from Edward to Rose; and the mantelpiece
was adorned by a splendid mirror cut out of a
broken looking-glass by Willy, and framed by his
hands. I cannot say that Willy ever seemed to care
for me personally, but he took considerable interest
in my upholstery, and much of my handsomest
furniture was manufactured by him. He made my
dining-room and drawing-room tables; the frames
of my chairs, which were covered with silk by Mar-
garet; my sofa, and my four-post bedstead; and it
was he who painted the floor-cloth in my hall, and
the capital picture of the Queen and Prince Albert
which hung over the dining-room chimney-piece. I
had a snug bed-room, containing a bed with pink
curtains, a toilette-table, with a handsome looking-
glass, pin-cushion, and rather large brush and comb;
a washing-stand, towel-horse, chest of drawers, and



wardrobe. But the last two, I must confess, were
rather for show than for use. They were French-
polished, and in appearance convenient as well
as handsome, but in reality too small to hold my
clothes. A few minor articles of dress were kept
in them; but the mass of my gorgeous attire was
always in larger boxes and trunks belonging to my
mistress; her work-box, for instance, and at one
time her desk; but her mama turned all my gowns
out of the latter when she banished me from the
lessons, and desired that, for the future, only writ-
ing materials should be kept in it. Every thing
in its proper place, Rose," I heard her say. "You
have plenty of little boxes for doll's clothes; and
your doll ought to teach you to be more tidy instead
of less so."
My dining-room was well adapted for all the
purposes of hospitality, being furnished with a sub-
stantial dining-table, chairs, and a sideboard, on
which there always stood two trays, one filled with
decanters and wine-glasses, and the other with
knives and forks.
My kitchen was resplendent with saucepans,
kettles, pots and pans, and plates and dishes, ranged
upon the dresser, or hung from the walls. A joint
of meat was always roasting before the fire, and a
cook of my own race appeared to spend her life in


basting it, for I never failed to find her thus em-
ployed when Rose was so kind as to take me into
my kitchen. There was also a footman, who sat
for ever in the hall; and I was inclined to con-
sider him rather wanting in respect, till I disco-
vered that, owing to a broken leg, he was unable to
stand. I did not quite comprehend the use of my
servants, as Rose herself did all the work of my
house; but she said they were indispensable, and
that if it were not for want of room, I should have
a great many more.
Besides all these arrangements for my comfort
in-doors, I possessed a beautiful open phaeton, em-
blazoned with the royal arms of England, and
drawn by four piebald horses with long tails, so
spirited that they never left off prancing. Every
day, after school-time, Rose brought this equipage
to my door; and the four horses stood with their
eight front feet in the air while I was dressed for
my drive. Then, attired in my last new bonnet
and cloak, I sat in state in my carriage, and was
drawn round and round the room by Rose, till ehe
said I was tired. She made many attempts to per-
suade the lame footman to stand on the footboard
behind, but she never could manage it. He was a
very helpless creature; and I am not quite certain
that he even did his best, little as that might be.



The first time Rose set him up behind the carriage,
he tumbled head over heels into the middle of it,
and stood there on his head till she picked him out
again. Then he fell off behind, then on one side,
and then on the other, till she was quite tired of his
foolish tricks, and left him to sit quietly and stupidly
in his old place in the hall.
I lived in great comfort in my pleasant house,
and being of a cheerful, contented temper, never fet
lonely, although left to myself during great part of
the day; for Rose was very obedient to her mama's
orders, and even if now and then tempted to forget
the regulation herself, Willy was always at hand
to remind her, and help to fix her attention on her
business. But when it was all over, she flew to
me with redoubled pleasure.
One day she said to me, My dear Seraphina,
I am afraid you must be very dull, alone all the
morning." I longed to assure her of the con-
trary; but not having the gift of speech, I could
only listen submissively while she continued: "It
is a pity that you should sit doing nothing and
wasting your time; so I have brought you some
books, which you are to read while I am at my
lessons; and I shall expect you to learn just as
much as I do."
So saying, she seated me on my'sofa, and


placing a table with the books before me, Look,"
continued she, I have made them for you myself,
and covered them with these pretty red and green
papers. This is your English History, and this is
your French Grammar; and here is a Geography
Book, and here is a History of Rome. Now read
attentively, and do not let your thoughts wander;
and be very careful not to dogs-ear the leaves: that
always looks like a dunce. And mind you sit up-
right," added she, looking back, as she left the room
in obedience to a summons from her sister.
I obeyed to the best of my power. To be sure,
I did not know which was geography and which was
grammar; and English and Roman history were
both alike to me. But I did as I was bid. I sat
upright in the place appointed me, staring as hard
as I could at the open pages; and my worst enemy
could not accuse me of dogs-earing a single leaf.
When my mistress returned, she pleased me
much by calling me a very good girl, and say-
ing that if I continued to take so much pains, I
could not fail to improve. On hearing this, Willy
laughed, and said he hoped that that was a dupli-
cate of Margaret's last speech; and Rose looked
very happy, and answered that not only Margaret,
but Mama had said the same.
This was not my only duplicate :of Rose's ad.



ventures. My education appeared to be conducted
precisely on the same plan as her own. Before long,
she brought a little pianoforte and set it up in my
drawing-room. I thought it rather hid the pretty
paper, but it was a handsome piece of furniture.
Now, Lady Seraphina," said Rose, I am
obliged to practise for an hour every day, and you
must do the same. See what a pretty piano I have
given you. You need not mind its being meant for
a housewife and pincushion; the notes are marked,
and that is all you want. Now practise your scales,
and be very careful to play right notes and count
your time."
I sat at my piano with all due diligence, but I
am sorry to say that my progress did not seem
satisfactory. One day Rose said that she was sure
I had forgotten to count; and another day, that
I hurried the easy bars and slackened the difficult
ones; then she accused me of not caring whether
I played right notes or wrong, and torturing her
ear by my false chords; then I banged the notes
till I broke the strings: in short, there was no end to
her complaints, till at last she wound them all up by
declaring that both she and I hated music, and that
if Mama and Margaret would take her advice, we
should both leave it off.
But still I practised regularly, and so, I sup-



pose, did Rose; and gradually her reproaches di-
minished, and she grew more contented with me;
and we both persevered, till she said that really,, after
all, I seemed to have a good ear, and to be likely
to make a very respectable player.
But you know it all depends upon yourself,
Seraphina; your present improvement is the result
of pains and practice. Pains and practice will do
any thing."
It was fortunate for me that I had so careful a
superintendent as Rose; for unless she had kept a
constant watch over me, there is no saying how
many awkward habits I might unconsciously have
contracted. But she cured me of poking my head
forward, of standing on one leg, of tilting my chair,
of meddling with things that were not my own, of
leaning against the furniture while I was speaking,
of putting my elbows on the table, of biting my
nails, of spilling my tea, and of making crumbs on
the floor.
I cannot say I was myself aware either of the
faults or their cure; but I think one seldom does
notice one's own faults, and therefore it is a great
advantage to have kind friends who will point them
out to us. I believed Rose when she told me of
mine; so I had a right to believe her when she
gave me the agreeable assurance of their cure, and


to indulge the hope that I was becoming a pleasing,
well-bred little doll.
On one mortifying occasion, however, I must
own that Rose's anxiety for my always following
in her steps was the cause of a serious injury to
me. She remarked that I had got into a horrid
way of kicking off my shoes while I was learning
my poetry; and she thought the best cure would
be to make me wear sandals. I observed that she
was sewing sandals to her own shoes at the time,
and she consulted Willy about some means of doing
the same by mine. Willy held me head down-
wards, and examined my feet. My shoes were,
painted, therefore sewing was out of the question.
He advised glue. This was tried, but it came
through the thin narrow ribbon of which my san-
dals were to be made, and looked very dirty. They
were taken off; but the operation had spoilt the
delicacy of my white stockings, and Rose said it
was impossible to let me go such an untidy figure;:
we must try some other way. She asked Willy to
lend her a gimlet, that she might bore holes at the
sides of my feet, and glue the ribbon into then so)
as not to shew the glue. Willy said she was wel-
come to the gimlet, but that he advised her to leave
it alone, for' that she would only break my feet.
But Rose would not be dissuaded, and begaiboring.



It was on this occasion that I most peculiarly
felt the advantage of that insensibility to pain
which distinguishes my race. What mortal could
have borne such an infliction without struggling
and screaming? I, on the contrary, took it all in
good part, and shewed no signs of feeling even at
the fatal moment when my foot snapped in two,
and Rose, with a face of utter dismay, held up my
own toes before my eyes.
Oh, my poor Seraphina!" she exclaimed, what
shall we do ?"
Glue it on again," said Willy. You had
better have taken my advice at first, but now
you must make the best of it. Glue is your only
So Rose glued the halves of my foot together,
lamenting over me, and blaming herself so much
all the time, that it seemed rather a comfort to her
when Margaret, coming into the room, agreed with
her that she had been foolish and awkward. Mar-
garet said that ribbon might have been tied over
my feet from the first, without using glue or gimlet
either;. and Rose called herself more stupid than ever,
for not having thought of such an easy contrivance.
My foot was glued, and for the purpose of
standing, answered as well as ever; and Rose
sewed me up in a pair of blue silk boots, and de-



dared that I was prettier than before; and my
misfortune was soon forgotten by every body but
myself. I, however, could not but feel a misgiving
that this was the first warning of my share in the
invariable fate of my race. For I had already lived
long enough to be aware that the existence of a
doll, like that of every thing else, has its limits.
Either by sudden accidents, such as loss of limbs, or
by the daily wear and tear of life, decay gradually
makes its progress in us, and we fade away as surely
as the most delicate of the fragile race of mortals.
Though the fracture of my foot was my own first
misfortune, I had had opportunities of remarking
the casualties to which dolls are liable. For it is not
to be supposed that our devotion to human beings
precludes us from cultivating the society of our own
species. Dolls will be dolls; and they have a natu-
ral sympathy with each other, notwithstanding the
companionship of the race of man. Most little girls
are aware of this fact, and provide suitable society
for their dolls. I myself had a large circle of silent
acquaintances, to whom I was introduced by Rose's
kindness and consideration. When other little girls
came to drink tea with her, they often brought their
dolls to spend the evening with me; and among
them I had more than once the pleasure of recog-
nising an old friend from the bazaar.


Then I was in my glory. There was a constant
supply of provisions in my larder; and at a mo-
ment's notice Rose would produce an excellent din-
ner, all ready cooked, and dished in a beautiful little
china dinner-service. Willy compared her to the
genius of Aladdin's lamp; and though I did not
know what that might mean, I quite understood the
advantage of being able to set such a banquet before
my friends. I could always command salmon, a
pair of soles, a leg of mutton, a leg of pork, a tur-
key, a pair of boiled fowls, a ham, a sucking pig, a
hare, a loaf of bread, a fine Cheshire cheese, several
pies, and a great variety of fruit, which was always
ripe and in season, winter or summer. Rose's papa
once observed that his hothouse produced none so
ine; for the currants were as large as apples, and
two cherries filled a dish.
Rose and her companions performed the active
duties of waiting at table on these occasions; but
the leme footman was generally brought out of the
ail and propped up against the sideboard, where
he stood looking respectable but awkward.
At these pleasant parties I saw a great range
of characters, for Rose's young visitors were various
in their tastes, and their dolls used to be dressed in
every known costume. Besides plenty of pretty En-
glish damsels, I was introduced now to a Turkish



sutana, now to a Swiss peasant; one day to a cap-
tain in the British army,. another day to an Indian
rajah. One young lady liked to make her dolls per-
sonate celebrated characters; and when she visited
us, most distinguished guests graced my table. I
have had the honour of receiving the Queen and
Prince Albert themselves; the Duke of Wellington,
Sir Walter Scott,. and Miss Edgeworth, have all
dined with me on the same day, and Robinson Crusoe
came in the evening.
But it was at these social meetings that I be-
came most fully aware of the liability of dolls to
loss of limbs. I never remember giving a party at
which the guests could boast of possessing all their
legs and arms. Many an ingenious contrivance hid
or supplied the deficiencies, and we were happy in
spite of our losses; still, such was the case: and I
saw that dolls, however beloved and respected, could
not last for ever.
For some time after my accident I had no par-
ticular adventures. I lived in peace and plenty, and
amused myself with watching the family. They
were all amiable and easy to understand, except
Geoffrey; but he was a complete puzzle to me, and
it was long before I could make out why he was so
different from the rest.
The others all seemed to. like to help and please



one another, but Geoffrey never seemed happy un-
less he was making himself disagreeable. If Willy
was interested in a book, he was obliged to sit upon
the second volume, or Geoffrey would be sure to
run away with it. If Edward was in a hurry to go
out, Geoffrey would hide his cap, and keep him a
quarter of an hour hunting for it. The girls dared
not leave their worsted-work within his reach for a
moment; for he would unravel the canvass, or chop
up the wool, or go on with the work after a pat-
tern of his own composing, so that they would be
obliged to spend half an hour in unpicking his
Margaret remonstrated with him in private, and
made excuses for him in public, and did her best to
prevent his tiresome tricks from annoying Willy; Ed-
ward tried rougher means of keeping him in order,
which sometimes succeeded; but still he could find
plenty of opportunities of being a torment: people
always can when such is their taste.
One day Margaret was keeping Willy company,
while the rest of the party were gone to the Zoo-
logical Gardens. She had brought a drawing to
finish, as he liked to see her draw, and was some-
times useful in suggesting improvements. But
while they were thus employed, Margaret was sum-
moned to some visitors, and went away, saying that



her drawing would just have time to dry before she
But unfortunately, during her absence, Geoffrey
came home. He had grown tired of the Gardens,
which he had seen very often, and rather hungry,
as he generally was; so after amusing himself by
eating the cakes he had bought for the bear, he had
nothing more to do, and tried to persuade his cousins
to be tired also. But Edward was making himself
agreeable to the monkeys, Rose was cultivating the
friendship of the elephant, and their papa and mama
were waiting to see the hippopotamus bathe; so
that Geoffrey's proposals of leaving the Gardens
were scouted, and he could only obtain leave from
his uncle to go home by himself.
He entered the room, as usual, with his mouth
full, having spent his last penny in a piece of cocoa-
nut as he came along the streets. While the cocoa-
nut lasted, he was employed to his satisfaction; but
when that was finished, he was again at a loss for
something to do. He tried walking round the room
on one leg, working heel and toe, and that suc-
ceeded very well, and did no harm till he unluckily
came to the drawing-table, when he immediately
brought himself to a stand on both feet.
Hallo!" cried he, here's a daub! Is this
your splendid performance, Will ?"


No," replied Willy, "it is Margaret's; and mind
you don't touch it by accident, because it is wet."
Touch it by accident !" exclaimed Geoffrey;
" I am going to touch it on purpose. I wonder
Margaret is not ashamed to do it so badly. I'll
improve it for her. How kind of me!"
Poor Willy, in dismay, tried to secure the draw-
ing, but he could not move from his sofa, and
Geoffrey danced round him, holding 'it at arm's-
length. Then Willy caught at the bell-rope, but
his mischievous cousin snatched it quicker, and tied
it up out of his reach. Willy called all the servants
as loud as he could, but no one was within hearing;
and he threw himself back on his sofa in despair,
exclaiming, How can you be so ill-natured, when
Margaret is always so kind to you ?"
Ill-natured !" answered the other; I'm doing
her a favour. She admired the moonlight in the
Diorama; now I shall make just such a moon in
her drawing." And while he spoke, a great yellow
moon, like a guinea, rose in the midst of poor Mar-
garet's brilliant sunset.
1 That's the thing," said Geoffiey; and now
I shall put the cow jumping over it, and the little
dog laughing to see such sport. Some figures always
improve the foreground."
Oh, you have quite spoilt it!" cried Willy.



"How I wish I could stop ye i I cannot imagine
how you can like to be so mischievous and disagree-
able. Oh, if Margaret would but come back I"
At last Margaret came, and the troublesome
-Geoffrey expected great amusement from her dis-
pleasure; but he was disappointed. Margaret was
one of those generous people who never resent an
iqiury done to themselves. If Geoffrey had spoilt
any body else's drawing, she would have been the
first to punish him; but now she was much more
vexed at Willy's distress than at the destruction of
her own work, and instead of scolding Geoffrey,
Ahe gave herself up to consoling Willy. She as-
sured him that there was no great harm done. She
said the drawing was good for very little, and that
she would copy it and improve it so much that he
should be quite glad of the disaster; and she made
a present of the spoilt drawing to Geffrey, telling
him she was sure he would one day be ashamed of
so foolish a performance, but that meanwhile he
might keep it as a specimen of his taste. He had
not the manners to apologise, but he looked very
silly and crest-fallen, and left the room in silence,
with the drawing in his hand.
When he was gone, Willy exclaimed, If it
were ait for losing Edward, I should wish the holi-
days were over; Geeflrey is so disagreeable."


He is very thoughtless," Margaret replied;
" but we must not be too hard upon him. Let us
recollect that he has no parents to teach him better,
nor brothers and sisters to call forth his considera-
tion for others. Poor Geoffrey has had neither
example nor precept till now. But now Papa and
Mama kive him good precepts; and if we try to
set him good examples, perhaps we may help him
'to improve."
Well, I'll hope for the best, and do what I
can," said Willy. Certainly he has some good
qualities. He is as brave as a lion; and he is good-
natured about giving away his own things, though
he is so mischievous with other people's."
"And he is clever in his way, notwithstand-
ing his idleness," added Margaret. "Those foolish
figures that he put into my drawing were uncom-
monly well done, though they were provoking to us."
You are the best girl in the world," said
Willy; and if you think Geoffrey will improve,
I'll think so too; but you must own there is room
for it."
Perhaps Geoffrey did improve, but it seemed
slow work, faults being more easily acquired than
cured; and for a long time I could perceive no dif-
ference in him. Indeed, as his next piece of mischief
concerned myself, I thought him worse than ever.



I have often wondered at the extreme dislike
which boys have to dolls. I was the most inoff~e
sive creature possible, giving myself no airs, and
interfering with nobody; yet even the gentle Willy
was indifferent to me. Edward, though he prow-
tected Rose in her patronage of me, despised me
thoroughly himself; and Geoffrey never lost an op-
portunity of expressing his mortal hatred to me.
I shrunk from Edward's contemptuous notice, brit
I was not at all afraid of him, well knowing that
neither he nor Willy would hurt a hair of my head;
but whenever Geoffrey came into the room, terror
seized my mind. He never passed my house with-
out making all kinds of ugly faces at me; and I felt
instinctively that nothing but the presence of the
other boys restrained him from doing me any harm
in his power.
I had hitherto never been alone with him, but
at last the fatal moment arrived. One fine after-
noon, Willy went out for a drive in his wheelchair,
Edward insisting upon drawing it himself, aind the
two girls walking on each side. Geoffrey aeam
panied them, intending to walk with them part of
the way, and to go on by himself when he was
tired of the slow pace of the chair. All seemed safe,
and I hoped to enjoy a few hours of uninterrupted
leisure. I always liked having my time to myself;


and as Rose had set me no lessons, I reposed com-
fortably in my arm-chair by a blazing fire of black
and red cloth, from the glare of which I was shel-
tered by a screen. My dog sat at my side, my
cat lay at my feet, and I was as happy as a doll
could be.
Suddenly the silence was broken by a sound as
of a turkey gabbling in the hall; presently this
changed to a duck quacking on the stairs; then a
cock crew on the landing-place, and a goose hissed
close to the schoolroom-door. I guessed but too
well what these ominous sounds portended, and my
heart sunk within me as the door burst open, and
my dreaded enemy banged into the room.
Why, they are not come home yet!" exclaimed
he; "so my talents have been wasted. I meant to
have made them bid me not make every different
noise. When they said, 'Don't hiss,' I would have
crowed; and when they said, Don't crow,' I would
have quacked, or barked, or bellowed, or mewed, till
I had gone through all the noises I know. Now I
have nothing to do."
He walked to the window and looked out.
What a stupid street it is!" said he. If
my uncle had not taken away my squirt, I would
squirt at the people."
Then he yawned, and sauntered to the bookcase.



" What stupid books! I wonder any body can write
them. I wish Edward had left his tools out; I
should like to plane the top of the shelf. How
stupid it is having nothing to do "
As he spoke, I shuddered to see him approach-
ing my end of the room. He came nearer; he made
a full stop in front of me, and looked me in the
You stupid, ugly thing," he exclaimed, don't
stare so. I hate to have a doll's eyes goggling
at me."
Gladly would I have withdrawn my eyes, if pos-
sible. But they had been painted wide open, and
what could I do? I never was so ashamed of them
in my life; but I had no control over them, so I
stared on, and he grew more indignant.
If you don't leave off," he cried, "I'll poke
out your eyes, as I did those of the ugly picture in
my room. I won't be stared at."
I longed for the gift of speech to represent to
him, that if he would but leave off looking at me, I
should give him no offence; but alas, I was silent,
and could only star as hard as ever.
Oh, you will, will you ?" said he; "then I
know what I'll do: I'll hang you."
In vain I hoped for the return of the rest of the
party. I listened anxiously for every sound, but



ne friendly step or voice was near, and I was cGm-
pletely in his power.
He began rummaging his pockets, grinning and
making faces at me all the time. Presently he drew
forth a long piece of string, extremely dirty, look-
ing as if it had been trailed in'the mud.
Now for it," he exclaimed; "now you shall
receive the reward of all your stupidity and affecta-
tion. I d: think dolls are the most affected crea-
tures on the face of the earth."
He laid hold of me by my head, pushing my
wig on one side. Alas for my beautiful hair, it
was disarranged for ever! But that was a trifle
compared with what followed. He tied one end of
his muddy string round my neck, drawing it so
tight that I foresaw I should be marked for life,
ad hung the other end to a nail in the wall.
There I dangled, while he laughed and quizzed
me, adding insult to injury. He twisted the string
as tight as possible, and then let it whirl round and
round till it was all untwisted again. I banged
against the wall as I spun like a top, and wished
that I could sleep like a top too. But I was wide
awake to my misfortunes; and each interval of
stillness, when the string was untwisted, only en-
Iomced them, by shewing in painful contract the
happy home whence I had been torn. For I was


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hung on the wall ectly opposite my own home
and from my wretched nail I could distigui
every room in it. Between my twirs I saw my
pretty drawing -room, with its ~fertae arm
chair now vacant; and my convenient kitchen, with
my respectable cook peacefully ba9(ig her per-
petual mutton; I envied even my lame footman
quietly seated in his chimney-corner, nd felt tha
I had never truly valued the advantages of my
home till now. Would they ever be restored i
me ? Should I oce again be under the protection
of my kind and gentle mi ,rees, or was I Geofgeyf
dlave for ever?
These melancholy thoughts were inerrped by
a step on the stairs. "HalsUo cried GorIey,
"who would have thought of their coming home
just now?" and he was going to lift me down frm
my nail; but when the door opened, the housemai
came in alone, and he changed his mind.
U Why, Master Geoffrey," said se, what as
you doing here all alone? Some misie MN I' be
SBow, wow, wow," -aswered he, dafcing uA
playing all sorts of antics to prevent her e

SCo ie, said she, those tricks won't go down
with me. The me lively you are, the more I


know you've been after something you ought to
have let alone."
Hee haw, hee haw," said Geoffrey, twitching
her gown, and braying like a donkey.
Welli you're speaking in your own voice at
last," said she, laughing. But let go of my
gown, if you please; you are big enough to walk
by yourself, and I want to set the room to rights.
There's some young ladies coming to tea with Miss
She bustled about, dusting and putting every
thing in order, and talking all the time, partly to
Geoffrey and partly to herself, about the blacks
that came in at the windows, and made a place
want dusting a dozen times a-day, when her eye
fell on my unfortunate figure, which my persecutor
had just set swinging like the pendulum of a clock.
I was a deplorable object. He had forced me
into the most awkward attitude he could invent.
My arms were turned round in their sockets,
one stretched towards the ceiling, the other at full
length on one side. I was forced to kick one leg
out in front, and the other behind; and my knees
were bent up the wrong way. My wig had fallen
off altogether from my head, and was now perched
upon my toe. I was still swinging, when Sarah
caught sight of me. She looked at me for a mo-


ment, and then turned round, opening her eyes at
Geoffrey much wider than I had ever done.
"Why, you audacious, aggravating boy !" she
exclaimed, making a dash at him with her duster;
but he ran away laughing, and she was obliged to
finish her speech to herself.
"To think of his being so mischievous and ill-
natured! What will poor Miss Rose say To be
sure, there is nothing boys won't do; their equals
for perverseness don't walk the earth. Though I
ought not to speak against them, while there's
Master William and Master Edward to contra-
dict me. They are boys, to be sure; but as for
that Geoffrey !" And here she shook her head in
silence, as if Geoffrey's delinquencies were beyond
the power of words to express.
She then released me; and after restoring my
limbs to their proper position, and smoothing my
discomposed dress, she laid me gently on my bed,
and placed my wig on my pillow beside me, with
many kind expressions of pity and goodwill.
Repose was indeed needful after so agitating
an adventure; and I was glad to be left quiet till
the young people came in from their walk. I com-
posed my ruffled spirits as well as I could; but I
found it impossible not to be nervous at the idea
of Rose's first seeing me in such a plight, and I



anxiously awaited her return. They came in at
last, Rose, Willy, and Margaret; and after esta-
blishing Willy on his sofa, Rose's next care was to
visit me. "0 Willy! 0 Margaret !" she exclaimed,
and burst into tears.
What is the matter, my darling ?" asked Mar-
Rose could not answer; but Sarah was there to
tell the story, and do ample justice to my wrongs.
Yet I could not help observing, in the midst of all
her indignation, the difference of her mariner to-
wards her present hearers and towards Geoffrey.
She never seemed on familiar terms with Willy,
much less with Margaret or Rose. She neither
cut jokes nor used rough language to them, but
treated them with the respect due to her master's
children; though, as I well knew, she was ex-
tremely fond of them, and disliked Geoffrey, in spite
,of her familiarity with him.
I saw Geoffrey no more that day. Rose's
young friends soon arrived, and consoled both her
and me by their kind sympathy and attentions.
One made an elegant cap to supply the loss of my
wig; another strung a blue necklace to hide the
black mark round my throat; Rose herself put me
to bed, and placed a table by my bedside covered
with teacups, each, she told me, containing a differ-


ient medicine; and the young lady who had once
brought Miss Edgeworth to dine with me, charged
me to lie still and read "Rosamond" till I was quite
Next morning, as I lay contentedly performing
my new part of an invalid, I heard a confidential
conversation between Margaret and Geoffrey, in
which I was interested.
They were alone together, and she was taking
the opportunity to remonstrate with him on his un-
kind treatment of me.
What was the harm ?" said Geoffrey. A
doll is nothing but wood or bran, or some stupid
stuff; it can't feel."
Of course," answered Margaret, we all know
that. It is wasteful and mischievous to spoil a
pretty toy; but I am not speaking now so much
for the sake of the doll as of Rose. Rose is not
made of any stupid stuff; she can feel. And what
is more, she can feel for other people as well as her-
self. She would never play you such an ill-natured
I should not mind it if she did," argued Geof-
frey; I am not such a baby."
You would not mind that particular thing,"
answered Margaret, "because you do not care about
dolls; but you would mind her interfering with



your pleasures, or injuring your property. You
would think it very ill-natured, for instance, if she
threw away that heap of nuts which you have
hoarded like a squirrel on your shelf of the closet."
"Nuts are not nonsense like dolls," said he.
Besides, she may have as many of mine as she
likes. I tried to make her eat some yesterday."
Yes, and half choked her by poking them into
her mouth, when she told you she did not want
them. She cares no more for nuts than you for
dolls. You would think it no kindness if she teazed
you to nurse her doll."
I should think not, indeed," answered Geoffrey,
indignant at the very idea.
"Of course not. Kindness is not-shewn by
forcing our own pleasures down other people's
throats, but by trying to promote theirs. That is
really doing as we would be done by."
"But doing as we would be done by is one's
duty," said Geoffrey.
I fear it is a duty of which you seldom think,"
replied his cousin.
"Why, one can't be thinking of duty in those
kind of things," answered he.
"Why not ?" asked Margaret.
Because they are such trifles; duties are great


"What sort of things do you consider to be
duties ?" Margaret inquired.
SOh, such things as letting oneself be tortured,
like Regulus; or forgiving an enemy who has shot
poisoned arrows at one, like Coeur de Lion."
Well," said Margaret smiling, such heroic
duties as those do not seem likely to fall in your
way just now, perhaps they never may. Our fel-
low-creatures are so kind to us, that we are seldom
called upon to fulfil any but small duties towards
them; or what you would consider such, for I can-
not allow any duty to be small, especially that of
doing as we would be done by. If we do not fulfil
that in trifles, we shall probably never fulfil it at all.
This is a serious thought, Geoffrey."
Geoffrey looked up; and as he seemed inclined
to listen, Margaret continued talking to him kindly
'but gravely, bringing many things before his mind
as duties which he had hitherto considered to be
matters of indifference. But Margaret would not
allow any thing to be a trifle in which one person
could give pain or pleasure, trouble or relief, annoy-
ance or comfort to another, or by which any one's
own mind or habits could be either injured or im-
proved. She maintained that there was a right and
a wrong to every thing, and that right and wrong
could never be trifles, whether in great things or



small. By degrees the conversation turned upon
matters far too solemn to be repeated by a mere
plaything like myself; but I thought, as I heard
her, that it might be better to be a poor wooden
figure which could do neither right nor wrong, than
a human being who neglected his appointed duties.
Geoffrey said little, but he shook hands with
Margaret when she had finished speaking, and I
noticed from that day forward a gradual improve-
ment in his conduct. Bad habits are not cured in
a minute, and he did not become all at once as
gentle and considerate as Willy, nor as kind and
helpful as Edward; but he put himself in the right
road, and seemed in a fair way of overtaking them
in due time. He at once left off active mischief;
and if he could not avoid being occasionally trouble-
some, he at any rate cured himself of teazing people
on purpose. And it was remarkable how many
employment he found as soon as his mind was
disengaged from mischief. Instead of his dawdling
about all the morning calling things stupid, and say-
ing he had nothing to do, all manner of pleasant
occupations seemed to start up in his path, as if
made to order for him, now that he had time to
attend to them. When he relinquished the plea-
sure of spoiling things, he acquired the far greater
pleasure of learning to make them. When Edward



was no longer afraid of trusting him with his tools,
it was wonderful what a carpenter he turned out.
When Margaret could venture to leave drawing ma-
terials within his reach he began to draw capitally.
Good-natured Margaret gave him lessons, and said
she would never wish for a better scholar. He found
it was twice the pleasure to walk or play with
Edward when he was thought an acquisition in-
stead of a burden; and far more agreeable to have
Rose and Willy anxious for his company than wish-
ing to get rid of him. But the advantages were
not confined to himself; the whole house shared in
them: for his perpetual small annoyances had made
everybody uncomfortable, whereas now, by attention
to what he used to look upon as trifles, he found he
had the power of contributing his part towards the
happiness of his fellow-creatures, which is no trifle.
On the last day of the holidays, the young people
were all assembled in the schoolroom till it was time
for Edward and Geoffrey to start. While Edward
was arranging various matters with Willy, I heard
Geoffrey whisper to Margaret that he hoped she had
forgiven him for spoiling that drawing others. She
seemed at first really not to know what he meant; but
when she recollected it, she answered with a smile,
"Oh, my dear Geoffrey, I had forgiven and forgotten
it long ago. Pray never think of it again yourself"



Geoffrey next went up to Rose and put a little
parcel into her hands. On opening it, she found a
box of very pretty bonbons in the shape of various
vegetables. When she admired them, he seemed
much pleased, and said that he had saved up his
money to buy them, in hopes she might like them
for her dolls' feasts. Rose kissed and thanked him,
and said she only wished he could stay and help her
and her dolls to eat them. Every body took an
affectionate leave of Geoffrey, and Willy said he was
very sorry to lose him, and should miss him sadly.
Edward and Geoffrey returned to school, and
I never saw Geoffrey again; but a constant corre-
spondence was kept up between him and his cousins,
and I often heard pleasant mention of his progress
and improvement.
Time passed on; what length of time I cannot
say, all seasons and their change being alike to me;
but school-days and holidays succeeded one another,
and our family grew older in appearance and habits.
Rose gradually spent less time with me, and more
with her books and music, till at last, though she
still kept my house in order, she never actually
played with me, unless younger children came to
visit her, and then, indeed, I was as popular as
ever. But on a little friend's one day remarking
that I had worn the same gown for a month, Rose



answered that she herself had the charge of her own
clothes now, and that what with keeping them in
order, and doing fancy-work as presents for her
friends, she found no time to work for dolls.
By and by, her time for needlework was fully
engaged in Geoffrey's behalf. He was going to sea;
and Rose was making purses, slippers, portfolios,
and every thing she could think of as likely to
please him. Perhaps her most useful keepsake was
a sailor's housewife; but many nice things were sent
him from every one of the family. I saw a trunk
full of presents packed and sent off. And when I
recollected my first acquaintance with him, I could
not but marvel over the change that had taken place,
before books, drawing materials, and mathematical
instruments could have been chosen as the gifts best
suited to his taste.
Edward used to come home from school as
merry and good-humoured as ever, and growing
taller and stronger every holidays. Rose and Mar-
garet were as flourishing as he; but poor Willy
grew weaker, and thinner, and paler. Fresh springs
and summers brought him no revival, but as they
faded, he seemed to fade with them. He read more
than ever; and his sisters were frequently occupied
in reading and writing under his direction, for they
were anxious to help him in his pursuits. His papa



and mama sometimes said he studied too hard;
and they used to sit with him, and try to amuse
him by conversation, when they wished to draw
him from his books.. Doctors visited him, and pre-
scribed many remedies; and his mama gave him all
the medicines herself, and took care that every order
was implicitly obeyed. His father carried him up
and down stairs, and waited upon him as tenderly
as even Margaret; but he grew no better with all
their care. He was always gentle and patient, but
he appeared in less good spirits than formerly. He
seemed to enjoy going out in his wheel-chair more
than any thing; but one day he observed that the
summer was fast coming to an end, and that then
he must shut himself up in his room, for that he
minded the cold more than he used.
I wish we lived in a warmer country," said
Rose; perhaps then you might get better."
I do not know about living," replied Willy.
England is the best country to live in; but I cer-
tainly should like to be out of the way of the cold
for this next winter."
Why do not you tell Papa so ?" asked Rose.
"Because I know very well he would take me a
journey directly, however inconvenient it might be
to him,"
Rose said nothing more just then, but she: took



the first opportunity of telling her father what had
passed; and he said he was very glad indeed that
she had let him know.
From that day forward something more than
usual seemed in contemplation. Papa, Mama, and
Margaret were constantly consulting together, and
Edward, Rose, and Willy followed their example.
As for me, nobody had time to bestow a look or a
thought upon me; but I made myself happy by
looking at and thinking of them.
One morning two doctors together paid Willy
a long visit. After they were gone, his papa and
mama came into his room.
Well, my boy," his father exclaimed in an
unusually cheerful tone, it is quite settled now;
Madeira is the place, and I hope you like the plan."
"c Oh, papa," said Willy, is it really worth
while ?"
Of course it is worth while, a hundred times
over," replied his father; and we will be off in
the first ship."
"The doctors strongly advise it, and we have
all great hopes from it, my dear Willy," said his
SThen so have I," said Willy; and, indeed, I
like it extremely, and I am very grateful to you.
The only thing I mind is, that you and my father



should have to leave home and make a long sea
voyage, when you do not like travelling, and Papa
has so much to keep him in England."
Oh, never mind me," said his mother; I
shall like nothing so well as travelling, if it does you
SAnd never mind me," said his father; "there
is nothing of so much consequence to keep me in
England, as your health to take me out of it."
Besides, my dear child," said his mother, as
the change of climate is so strongly recommended
for you, it becomes a duty as well as a pleasure to
try it."
So make your mind easy, my boy," added his
father; and I will go and take our passage for
The father left the room, and the mother re-
mained conversing with her sick child, whose spirits
were unusually excited. I scarcely knew him again.
He was generally slow and quiet, and rather de-
sponding about himself; but he now thought he
should certainly get well, and was so eager and
anxious to start without delay, that his mother had
some difficulty in reconciling him to the idea that no
ship would sail till next month. She also took great
pains to impress upon him the duty of resignation,
in case the attempt should fail, after all, in restoring



his health; and she finally left him, not less hope-
ful, but more calm and contented with whatever
might befall him.
And now began the preparations for the voyage.
There was no time to spare, considering all that had
to be done. Every body was at work; and though
poor Willy himself could not do much to help, he
thought of nothing else. His common books and
drawings were changed for maps and voyages;
the track to Madeira was looked up by him and
Rose every day, and sometimes two or three times
in the day, and every book consulted that contained
the least reference to the Madeira Isles.
Edward was an indefatigable packer. He was
not to be one of the travellers, as his father did not
choose to interrupt his school-education; but no
one was more active than he in forwarding the pre-
parations for the voyage, and no one more sanguine
about its results.
We shall have Willy back," he would say,
"turned into a fine strong fellow, as good a
cricketer as Geoffrey or I, and a better scholar
than either of us."
Margaret and Rose were to go; and Rose'
young friends all came to take leave of her, and
talk over the plan, and find Madeira in the map,
and look at views of the island, which had been



given to Willy. And a sailor-friend, who had been
all over the world, used to come and describe Ma-
deira as one of the most beautiful of all the beau-
tiful places he had visited, and tell of its blue sea,
fresh and bright, without storms; its high mountains,
neither barren nor bleak; and its climate, so warm
and soft, that Willy might sit out all day in the beau-
tiful gardens under hedges of fragrant geraniums.
And when Willy talked of enjoying the gardens
while his stronger sisters were climbing the hills,
there was more to be told of cradles borne upon
men's shoulders, in which Willy could be carried
to the top of the highest hills as easily as his sisters
on their mountain ponies.
And now the packing was all finished, and
the luggage sent on board, and every body was
anxious to follow it; for the ship was reported as
quite comfortable, and the house was decidedly the
reverse. Margaret and her father had been on
board to arrange the cabins, accompanied by their
sailor-friend, who professed to know how to. fit up a
berth better than any body. He had caused all
'the furniture to be fastened, or, as he called it,
cleated to the floor, that it might not roll about
in rough weather. The books were secured in the
shelves by bars, and swinging tables hung from the
ceilings. Willy's couch was in the most airy and



convenient place at the stern cabin window, and
there was an easy-chair for him when he should
be able to come out on deck. The ship was said
to be in perfect order, whereas the house was in
the utmost confusion and desolation: the carpets
rolled up, the pictures taken down, the mirrors
covered with muslin, the furniture and bookcases
with canvass; not a vestige left of former habits
and occupations, except me and my little mansion.
But in the midst of all the bustle, I was as calm
and collected as if nothing had happened. I sat
quietly in my arm-chair, staring composedly at all
that went on, contented and happy, though appa-
rently forgotten by every body. Indeed, such was
my placid, patient disposition, that I do not believe
I should have uttered a sound or moved a muscle if
the whole of London had fallen about my little ears.
I did certainly sometimes wish to know what
was to become of me, and at last that information
was given me.
The night before they sailed, Rose busied herself
with Sarah in packing up my house and furniture,
which were to be sent to a little girl who had long
considered it her greatest treat to play with them.
But Rose did not pack me up with my goods and
My poor old Seraphina," said she, as she re-



moved me from my arm-chair, you and I have
passed many a happy day together, and I do not
like to throw you away as mere rubbish; but the
new mistress of your house has already more dolls
than she knows what to do with. You are no great
beauty now, but I wish I knew any child who
would care for you."
If you please to give her to me, Miss Rose,"
said Sarah, "my little niece, that your mama is
so kind as to put to school, would thank you kindly,
and think her the greatest of beauties."
Oh, then, take her by all means, Sarah," re-
plied Rose; and here is a little trunk to keep her
clothes in. I remember I used to be very fond of
that trunk; so I dare say your little Susan will like
it, though it is not quite new."
That she will, and many thanks to you, Miss.
Susan will be as delighted with it now, as you
were a year or two ago."
So they wrapped me up in paper, and Rose hav-
ing given me a farewell kiss, which I would have
returned if I could, Sarah put me and my trunk
both into her great pocket; and on the same day
that my old friends embarked for their distant
voyage, I was carried to my new home.




AND now began a third stage of my existence, and
a fresh variety of life.
I at first feared that I should have great diffi-
culty in reconciling myself to the change; and my
reflections in Sarah's dark pocket were of the most
gloomy cast. I dreaded poverty and neglect. How
should I, accustomed to the refinements of polished
life and the pleasures of cultivated society, endure
to be tossed about with no home of my own, and
perhaps no one who really cared for me? I knew
that I was not in my first bloom, and it seemed un-
likely that a new acquaintance should feel towards
me like my old friend Rose, who had so long known
my value. Perhaps I might be despised; perhaps
allowed to go ragged, perhaps even dirty! My
spirits sunk, and had I been human, I should have
But cheerful voices aroused me from this melan-
choly reverie, and I found myself restored to the
pleasant light in the hands of a goodhumoured-look-
ing little girl, whose reception of me soon banished
my fears. For, although altered since the days of



my introduction to the world in the bazaar, so that
my beauty was not quite what it had been, I still
retained charms enough to make me a valuable ac-
quisition to a child who had not much choice of toys;
and my disposition and manners were as amiable
and pleasing as ever. My new mistress and I
soon loved each other dearly; and in her family
I learned that people might be equally happy and
contented under very different outward circum-
Nothing could well be more unlike my former
home than that to which I was now introduced.
Susan, my little mistress, was a child of about the
same age as Rose when she first bought me; but
Susan had no money to spend in toys, and very
little time to play with them, though she enjoyed
them as much as Rose herself. She gave me a
hearty welcome; and though she could offer me no
furnished house, with its elegancies and comforts,
she assigned me the best place in her power-the
corner of a shelf on which she kept her books, slate,
needlework, and inkstand. And there I lived, sit-
ting on my trunk, and observing human life from a
new point of view. And though my dignity might
appear lowered in the eyes of the unthinking, I felt
that the respectability of my character was really
in no way diminished; for I was able to fulfil the



great object of my existence as well as ever, by
giving innocent pleasure, and being useful in my
humble way.
No other dolls now visited me; but I was not
deprived of the enjoyments of inanimate society, for
I soon struck up an intimate acquaintance with an
excellent Pen in the inkstand by my side, and we
passed our leisure hours very pleasantly in commu-
nicating to each other our past adventures. His
knowledge of life was limited, having resided in that
inkstand, and performed all the writing of the fa-
mily, ever since he was a quill. But his expe-
rience was wise and virtuous; and he could bear
witness to many an industrious effort at improve-
ment, in which he had been the willing instrument;
and to many a hard struggle for honesty and inde-
pendence, which figures of his writing had recorded.
I liked to watch the good Pen at his work when the
father of the family spent an hour in the evening in
teaching Susan and her brothers to write; or when
the careful mother took him in hand to help her in
balancing her accounts, and ascertaining that she
owed no one a penny, before she ventured upon any
new purchase. Then my worthy friend was in his
glory; and it was delightful to see how he enjoyed
his work. He had but one fault, which was a
slight tendency to splutter; and as he was obliged



to keep that under restraint while engaged in
writing, he made himself amends by a little praise
of himself, when relating his exploits to a sympa-
thising friend like myself. On his return with the
inkstand to the corner of my shelf, he could not re-
sist sometimes boasting when he had not made a
single blot; or confessing to me, in perfect confi-
dence, how much the thinness of Susan's upstrokes,
or the thickness of her downstrokes, was owing to
the clearness of his slit or the fineness of his nib.
The family of which we made part lived fru-
gally and worked hard: but they were healthy and
happy. The father with his boys went out early
in the morning to the daily labour by which they
maintained the family. The mother remained at
home, to take care of the baby and do the work of
the house. She was the neatest and most careful
person I ever saw, and she brought up her daughter
Susan to be as notable as herself.
Susan was an industrious little girl, and in her
childish way worked almost as hard as her mother.
She helped to sweep the house, and nurse the baby,
and mend the clothes, and was as busy as a bee.
But she was always tidy; and though her clothes
were often old and shabby, I never saw them dirty
or ragged. Indeed, I must own that, in point of
eatness, Susan was even superior to my old friend



Rose. Rose would break her strings, or lose her
buttons, or leave holes in her gloves, till reproved
by her mama for untidiness: but Susan never for-
got that "a stitch in time saves nine," and the
stitch was never wanting.
She used to go to school for some hours every
day: and I should have liked to go with her, and
help her in her studies, especially when I found
that she was learning the multiplication-table, and
I remembered how useful I had been to Rose in
that very lesson; but dolls were not allowed at
school, and I was obliged to wait patiently for
Susan's company till she had finished all her busi-
ness, both at school and at home.
She had so little time to bestow upon me, that
at first I began to fear that I should be of no use to
her. The suspicion was terrible; for the wish to be
useful has been the great idea of my life. It was
my earliest hope, and it will be my latest pleasure.
I could be happy under almost any change of cir-
cumstances; but as long as a splinter of me re-
mains, I should never be able to reconcile myself
to the degradation of thinking that I had been of
no use.
But I soon found I was in no danger of what I
so much dreaded. In fact, I seemed likely to be
even more useful to Susan than to Rose. Before I



had been long in the house, she said one evening
that she had an hour to spare, and that she would
make me some clothes.
"Well and good," answered her mother; only
be sure to put your best work in them. If you
mind your work, the doll will be of great use to
you, and you can play without wasting your time."
This was good hearing for Susan and me, and
she spent most of her leisure in working for me.
While she was thus employed, I came down from
my shelf, and was treated with as much considera-
tion as when Rose and her companions waited at
my table.
A great change took place in my wardrobe.
Rose had always dressed me in gay silks and satins,
without much regard to under clothing; for, she
said, as my gowns must be sewn on, what did any
petticoats signify? So she sewed me up, and I
looked very smart; and if there happened to be any
unseemly cobbling, she hid it with beads or span-
gles. Once I remember a very long stitch baffled
all her contrivances, and she said I must pretend it
was a new-fashioned sort of embroidery.
But Susan scorned all make-shifts. Nothing
could have been more unfounded than my fears of
becoming ragged or dirty. My attire was plain and
suited to my station, but most scrupulously finished.


She saw no reason why my clothes should not be
made to take off and on, as well as if I had been a
doll three feet high. So I had my plain gingham
gowns with strings and buttons; and my shifts
and petticoats run and felled, gathered and whipped,
hemmed and stitched, like any lady's; and every
thing was neatly marked with my initial S. But
what Susan and I were most particularly proud of,
was a pair of stays. They were a long time in
hand, for the fitting them was a most difficult job;
but when finished, they were such curiosities of
needlework, that Susan's neat mother herself used
to shew off the stitching and the eyelet-holes to
every friend that came to see her.
Among them, Sarah the housemaid, who was
sister to Susan's father, often called in to ask after
us all. She was left in charge of the house where
my former friends had lived, and they sometimes
sent her commissions to execute for them. Then
she was sure to come and bring us news of the fa-
mily, as she always called Rose and her relations.
Sometimes she told us that Master William was a
little better; sometimes that she heard Miss Rose
was very much grown: she had generally some-
thing to tell that we were all glad to hear. One
evening, soon after my apparel was quite completed,
I was sitting on my trunk, as pleased with myself



as Susan was with me, when Sarah's head peeped
in at the door.
Good evening to you all," said she; I thought
as I went by you would like to hear that I have a
letter from the family, and all's well. I have got a
pretty little job to do for Master Willy. He is to
have a set of new shirts sent out directly, made of
very fine thin calico, because his own are too thick.
See, here is the stuff I have been buying for them."
It is beautiful calico, to be sure," said Susan's
mother; but such fine stuff as that will want very
neat work. I am afraid you will hardly be able to
make them yourself."
"Why, no," answered Sarah, smiling and shak-
ing her head. I am sorry to say, there comes in
my old trouble, not having learned to work neatly
when I was young. Take warning by me, Susan,
and mind your needlework now-a-days. If I could
work as neatly as your mother, my mistress would
have made me lady's maid and housekeeper by this
time. But I could not learn any but rough work,
more's the pity: so I say again, take warning by
me, little niece; take pattern by your mother."
Susan looked at me and smiled, as much as to
say, I have taken pattern by her;" but she had
not time to answer, for Sarah continued, addressing
the mother:

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How I wish you could have time to do this
job I for it would bring you in a pretty penny, and
I know my mistress would be pleased with your
work; but they are to be done very quickly, in time
for the next ship, and I do not see that you could
get through them with only one pair of hands."
We have two pair of hands," cried Susan;
here are mine."
"Ah, but what can they do ?" asked Sarah,
and how can they do it? It is not enough to
have four fingers and a thumb. Hands must be
And so they are," answered Susan's mother.
SSee whether any hands could do neater work than
that." And she pointed me out to Sarah.
Barah took me up, and turned me from side to
side. Then she looked at my hems, then at my
seams, then at my gathers, while I felt truly proud
and happy, conscious that not a long stitch could
be found in either.
Well to be sure !" exclaimed she, after examin-
ing me all over; do you mean that all that is
really Susan's own work?"
Every stitch of it," replied the mother; c and
I think better need not be put into any shirt,
though Master William does deserve the best of
every thing."



You never said a truer word, neither for Mas-
ter William nor for little Susan," replied Sarah;
"and I wish you joy, Susan, of being able to help
your mother so nicely, for now I can leave you the
job to do between you."
She then told them what was to be the payment
for the work, which was a matter I did not my-
self understand, though I could see that it gave
them great satisfaction.
The money came at a most convenient time, to
help in fitting out Susan's brother Robert for. a
place which had been offered to him in the country.
It was an excellent place; but there were several
things, as his mother well knew, that poor Robert
wanted at starting, but would not mention for fear
his parents should distress themselves to obtain them
for him. Both father and mother had been saving
for the purpose, without saying any thing about it
to Robert; but they almost despaired of obtaining
more than half the things they wanted, till this
little sum of money came into their hands so op-
The father was in the secret, but Robert could
scarcely believe his eyes, when one evening his
mother and Susan laid on the table before him, one
by one, all the useful articles he wished to possess.
At first he seemed almost more vexed than pleased,


for he thought of the saving and the slaving that his
mother must have gone through to gain them; but
when she told him how much of them was due to
his little sister's neatness and industry, and how
easy the work had been when shared between them,
he was as much pleased as Susan herself.
We were all very happy that evening, including
even the humble friends on the shelf; for I sat on my
trunk, and related to the Pen how useful I had been
in teaching Susan to work; and the worthy Pen
stood bolt upright in his inkstand, and confided to
me with honest pride, that Robert had been chosen
to his situation on account of his excellent writing.
Time passed on, and I suppose we all grew older,
as I noticed from time to time various changes that
seemed to proceed from that cause. The baby, for
instance, though still going by the name of "Baby,"
had become a strong able-bodied child, running alone,
and very difficult to keep out of mischief. The most
effectual way of keeping her quiet was to place me
in her hands, when she would sit on the floor nurs-
ing me by the hour together, while her mother and
sister were at work.
Susan was become a tall strong girl, more nota-
ble than ever, and, like Rose before her, she gradu-
ally bestowed less attention on me; so that I was
beginning to feel myself neglected, till on a certain



birthday of her little sister's, she declared her inten-
tion of making me over altogether to the baby-sister
for a birthday present. Then I once more rose into
importance, and found powers which I thought
declining, still undiminished. The baby gave a
scream of delight when I was placed in her hand as
her own. Till then she had only possessed one toy
in the world, an old wooden horse, in comparison
with which I seemed in the full bloom of youth and
beauty. This horse, which she called JACK, had
lost not merely the ornaments of mane and tail,
but his head, one fore and one hind leg; so that
nothing remained of the once noble quadruped but
a barrel with the paint scratched off, rather in-
securely perched upon a stand with wheels. But
he was a faithful animal, and did his work to the
last. The baby used to tie me on to his barrel,
and Jack and I were drawn round and round the
kitchen with as much satisfaction to our mistress,
as in the days when I shone forth in my gilt coach
with its four prancing piebalds.
But the baby's treatment of me, though grati-
fying from its cordiality, had a roughness and want
of ceremony that affected my enfeebled frame. I
could not conceal from myself that the infirmities I
had observed in other dolls were gradually gaining
ground upon me. Nobody ever said a harsh word



to me, or dropped a hint of my being less pretty
than ever, and the baby called me Beauty,
beauty," twenty times a day; but still I knew
very well that not only had my rosy colour and
fine hair disappeared, but I had lost the whole of
one leg and half of the other, and the lower joints of
both my arms. In fact, as my worthy friend the Pen
observed, both he and I were reduced to stumps.
The progress of decay caused me no regret, for
I felt that I had done my work, and might now
gracefully retire from public life, and resign my
place to newer dolls. But though contented with
my lot, I had still one anxious wish ungratified.
The thought occupied my mind incessantly; and
the more I dwelt upon it, the stronger grew the
hope that I might have a chance of seeing my old
first friends once more. This was now my only re-
maining care.
News came from them from time to time.
Sarah brought word that Master William was bet-
ter; that they had left Madeira, and gone travelling
about elsewhere. Then that the father had been in
England upon business, and gone back again; that
Mr. Edward had been over to foreign parts one
summer holidays to see his family, and on his re-
turn had come to give her an account of them.
Sarah was always very bustling when she h



any news to bring of the family, but one day she
called on us in even more flurry than usual. She
was quite out of breath with eagerness.
Sit down and rest a minute before you begin
to speak," said her quiet sister-in-law. "There
must be some great news abroad. It seems almost
too much for you."
Susan nodded, and began to unpack a great
parcel she had brought with her.
It don't seem bad news, to judge by your
face," said the other; for now that Sarah had re-
covered breath, her smiles succeeded one another so
fast, that she seemed to think words superfluous.
I guess, I guess," cried Susan. "They are
coming home."
They are, indeed," answered Sarah at last;
"they are coming home as fast as steam-engines
can bring them: and here is work more than enough
for you and mother till they come. Miss Margaret
is going to be married, and you are to make the
So saying, she finished unpacking her parcel,
and produced various fine materials which required
Susan's neatest work.
These are for you to begin with," said she,
"but there is more coming." She then read a let-
ter frora the ladies with directions about the needle-



work, to which Susan and her mother listened,with
great attention. Then Sarah jumped up, saying
she must not let the grass grow under her feet, for
she had plenty to do. The whole house was to be
got ready; and she would not have a thing out of
its place, nor a speck of dust to be found, for any
Susan and her mother lost no time either; their
needles never seemed to stop: and I sat on the
baby's lap watching them, and enjoying the happy
anticipation that my last wish would soon be ac-
But though Susan was as industrious as a girl
could be, and just now wished to work harder than
ever, she was not doomed to "all work and no
play;" for her father took care that his children
should enjoy themselves at proper times. In sum-
mer evenings, after he came home from his work,
they used often to go out all together for a walk in
the nearest park, when he and his wife would rest
under the trees, and read over Robert's last letter,
while the children amused themselves. Very much
we all enjoyed it, for even I was seldom left behind.
Susan would please the baby by dressing me in my
best clothes for the walk; and the good-natured
father would laugh merrily at us, and remark how
miuch good the fresh air did me. We were all very



happy; and when my thoughts travelled to other
scenes and times, I sometimes wondered whether
my former friends enjoyed themselves as much in
their southern gardens, as this honest family in
their English fields.
Our needlework was finished and sent to Sarah's
care to await Margaret's arrival, for which we were
very anxious.
On returning home one evening after our walk,
we passed, as we often did, through the street in
which I had formerly lived. Susan was leading her
little sister, who, on her part, clutched me in a way
very unlike the gentleness which Susan bestowed
upon her. On arriving at the well-known house, we
saw Sarah standing at the area-gate. We stopped
to speak to her.
"When are they expected?" asked Susan's
They may be here any minute," answered
Sarah : Mr. Edward has just brought the news."
The street-door now opened, and two gentlemen
came out and stood on the steps. One was a tall
fine-looking boy, grown almost into a young man;
but I could not mistake the open good-humoured
countenance of my old friend Edward. The other
was older, and I recognized him as the traveller
who used to describe Madeira to Willy.



They did not notice us, for we stood back so as
not to intrude, and their minds were evidently fully
occupied with the expected meeting.
We all gazed intently down the street, every
voice hushed in eager interest. Even my own little
mistress, usually the noisiest of her tribe, was silent
as myself. It was a quiet street and a quiet time,
and the roll of the distant carriages would scarcely
have seemed to break the silence, had it not been for
our intense watching, and hoping that the sound of
every wheel would draw nearer. We waited long,
and were more than once disappointed by carriages
passing us and disappearing at the end of the street.
Edward and his friend walked up and down, east
and west, north and south, in hopes of descrying the
travellers in the remotest distance. But after each
unavailing walk, they took up their post again on
the steps.
At last a travelling carriage laden with luggage
turned the nearest corner, rolled towards us, and
stopped at the house. The two gentlemen rushed
down the steps, flung open the carriage-door, and
for some moments all was hurry and agitation, and
I could distinguish nothing.
I much feared that I should now be obliged to
go home without actually seeing my friends, for
they had passed so quickly from the carriage to the



house, and there had been so much confusion and
excitement during those few seconds, that my tran-
sient glance scarcely allowed me to know one from
another; but in course of time Sarah came out again,
and asked Susan's father to help in unloading the
carriage, desiring us to sit meanwhile in the house-
keeper's room. So we waited till the business was
finished, when, to my great joy, we were summoned
to the sitting-room, and I had the happiness of see-
ing all the family once more assembled.
I was delighted to find how much less they were
altered than I. I had been half afraid that I might
see one without a leg, another without an arm, ac-
cording to the dilapidations which had taken place
in my own frame; but strange to say, their sensi-
tive bodies, which felt every change of weather,
shrunk from a rough touch, and bled at the scratch
of a pin, had outlasted mine, though insensible to
pain or sickness. There stood the father, scarcely
altered; his hair perhaps a little more grey, but his
eyes as quick and bright as ever. And there was
the mother, still grave and gentle, but looking less
sad and careworn than in the days of Willys con-
stant illness. And there was, first in interest to me,
my dear mistress, Rose, as tall as Margaret, and as
handsome as Edward. I could not imagine her
condescending to play with me now. Margaret



looked just as in former times, good and graceful;
but she stood a little apart with the traveller friend
by her side, and I heard Rose whisper to Susan that
the wedding was to take place in a fortnight. They
were only waiting for Geoffrey to arrive. His ship
was daily expected, and they all wished him to be
And Willy, for whose sake the long journey had
been made, how was he ? Were all their hopes
realized? Edward shook his head when Susan's
mother asked that question; but Willy was there
to answer it himself. He was standing by the
window, leaning on a stick, it is true, but yet able
to stand. As he walked across the room, I saw
that he limped slightly, but could move about where
he pleased. He still looked thin and pale, but the
former expression of suffering and distress had dis-
appeared, and his countenance was as cheerful as
his manner. I could see that he was very much
better, though not in robust health like Edward's.
He thanked Susan's mother for her kind inquiries,
and said that, though he had not become all that
his sanguine brother hoped, he had gained health
more than enough to satisfy himself; that he was
most thankful for his present comfort and independ-
ence; and that if he was not quite so strong as
other people, he hoped he should at any rate make



a good use of the strength that was allowed him.
Turning to Edward, who still looked disappointed,
he continued: "Who could have ventured to hope,
Edward, three years ago, that you and I should
now be going to college together ?" And then even
Edward smiled and seemed content.
As we turned to leave the room, Susan and her
little sister lingered for a moment behind the others,
and the child held me up towards Rose. Rose
started, and exclaimed, Is it possible? It really
is my poor old Seraphina. Who would have thought
of her being still in existence ? What a good, use-
ful doll she has been! I really must give her a
kiss once more for old friendship's sake."
So saying, she kissed both me and the baby, and
we left the house.
And now there remains but little more for me
to relate. My history and my existence are fast
drawing to an end; my last wish has been gratified
by my meeting with Rose, and my first hope real-
ised by her praise of my usefulness. She has since
given the baby a new doll, and I am finally laid
on the shelf, to enjoy, in company with my re-
spected friend the Pen, a tranquil old age. When
he, like myself, was released from active work, and
replaced by one of Mordan's patent steel, he kindly
offered to employ his remaining leisure in writing



from my dictation, and it is in compliance with his
advice that I have thus ventured to record my ex-
That experience has served to teach me that, as
all inanimate things have some destined use, so all
rational creatures have some appointed duties, and
are happy and well employed while fulfilling them.
With this reflection, I bid a grateful farewell to
those young patrons of my race who have kindly
taken an interest in my memoirs, contentedly await-
ing the time when the small remnant of my frame
shall be reduced to dust, and my quiet existence
sink into a still more profound repose.


Grt New Street, Fetter Lane.


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