COMMONWEALTH AUTHORS
- GRACE NICHOLS
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ETHEL SYBIL
TURNER
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SUSANNA
MOODIE´
Grace Nichols
Grace Nichols was born in Georgetown, Guyana, and lived in a small village on the country's coast until her family moved to the city when she was eight years old.She took a Diploma in Communications from the University of Guyana, and subsequently worked as a teacher (1967–70), as a journalist and in government information services, before she emigrated to the UK in 1977.Much of her poetry is characterised by Caribbean rhythms and culture, and influenced by Guyanese and Amerindian folklore.
Her first collection of poetry, I is a Long-Memoried Woman won the 1983 Commonwealth Poetry Prize. She has written several further books of poetry and a novel for adults, Whole of a Morning Sky, 1986. Her books for children include collections of short stories and poetry anthologies. Her latest work, of new and selected poems, is Startling the Flying Fish, 2006. Her poetry is featured in the AQA, WJEC (Welsh Joint Education Committee), and Edexcel English/English Literature GCSE anthologies - meaning that many GCSE students in the UK have studied her work. Her religion is Christianity after she was influenced by the UK's many religions and multi-cultural society.
She lives in Lewes, East Sussex, with her partner, the Guyanese poet John Agard.
BIBLIOGRAPHY
- I is a Long-Memoried Woman, London: Karnak House, 1983
- The Fat Black Woman's Poems, London: Virago Press, 1984
- A Dangerous Knowing: Four Black Women Poets (Barbara Burford, Gabriela Pearse, Grace Nichols, Jackie Kay), London: Sheba, 1985
- Whole of a Morning Sky (novel), London: Virago, 1986
- Over the River, 1986
- Hurricane Hits England, 1987
- Lazy Thoughts of a Lazy Woman (poems), 1989
- Sunris (poems), London: Virago, 1996
- Startling the Flying Fish, 2006
- Picasso, I Want My Face Back, Bloodaxe Books, 2009
- I Have Crossed an Ocean: Selected Poems, Bloodaxe, 2010
For children
- Trust You, Wriggly, London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1981
- Baby Fish and Other Stories from Village to Rain Forest, London: Nanny Books, 1983
- A Wilful Daughter, London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1983
- Leslyn in London, London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1984
- The Discovery, London: Macmillan Education, 1986
- Come On Into My Tropical Garden: Poems for Children, London: A. & C. Black, 1988
- Can I Buy a Slice of Sky?: Poems from Black, Asian and American Indian Cultures (editor), Knight Books
- Poetry Jump Up: An Anthology of Black Poetry, Harmondsworth: Puffin Books, 1989
- For Forest
NORMAN ALFRED WILLIAM LINDSAY
Birth: 22 February 1879
Death: 21 November 1969
Literacy work: Lindsay wrote the children's classic The Magic Pudding published in 1918 and created a scandal when his novel Redheap (supposedly based on his hometown, Creswick) was banned due to censorship laws. Many of his novels have a frankness and vitality that matches his art.
Lindsay also worked as an editorial cartoonist, notable for often illustrating the racist and right-wing political leanings that dominated The Bulletin at that time; the "Red Menace" and "Yellow Peril" were popular themes in his cartoons. These attitudes occasionally spilled over into his other work, and modern editions of The Magic Pudding often omit one couplet in which "you unmitigated Jew" is used as an insult.
Children's books
- The Magic Pudding 1918
- The Flyaway Highway 1936
“The magic pudding”
EXCERPT:
as soon as he was turned safely upside down, Bill and Sam ran straight at the puddin'-thieves and commenced sparring up at them with the greatest activity.
"Put 'em up, ye puddin'-snatchers," shouted Bill. "Don't keep us sparrin' up here all day. Come out an' take your gruel while you've got the chance."
The Possum wished to turn the matter off by saying, "I see the price of eggs has gone up again," but Bill gave him a punch on the snout that bent it like a carrot, and Sam caught the Wombat such a flip with his flapper that he gave in at once.
"I shan't be able to fight any more this afternoon," said the Wombat, "as I've got sore feet." The Possum said hurriedly, "We shall be late for that appointment," and they took their grindstone and off they went.
But when they were a safe distance away the Possum sang out: "You'll repent this conduct. You'll repent bending a man's snout so that he can hardly see over it, let alone breathe through it with comfort," and the Wombat added, "For shame, flapp
By Lindsay Norman
SUMMARY
Wanting to see the world, Bunyip Bluegum the koala sets out on his travels, taking only a walking stick. At about lunchtime, feeling more than slightly peckish, he meets Bill Barnacle the sailor and Sam Sawnoff the penguin who are eating a pudding. The pudding is a magic one which, no matter how much one eats it, always reforms into a whole pudding again. He is called Albert, has thin arms and legs and is a bad-tempered, ill-mannered so-and-so into the bargain. His only pleasure is being eaten and on his insistence, Bill and Sam invite Bunyip to join them for lunch. They then set off on the road together, Bill explaining to Bunyip how he and Sam were once shipwrecked with a ship's cook on an iceberg where the cook created the pudding which they now own.
Later on they encounter the Pudding Thieves, a possum and a wombat. These nasty varmints are scum of the earth, barely fit to own the air that fills their lungs. Bill and Sam bravely defend their pudding while Bunyip sits on Albert so that he cannot escape while they are not looking. Later that night sitting round the fire, Bill and Sam, grateful for his contributions of the day, invite Bunyip to join them and become a member of the Noble Society of Pudding Owners.
Later the next day, through some well-thought-out trickery, the Pudding Thieves make a successful grab for the Pudding. Upset and outraged, Bill and Sam fall into despair and it is up to Bunyip to get them to pull themselves together and set off to rescue their Pudding. In the course of tracking down the Pudding Thieves they encounter some rather pathetic and unsavoury members of society, but eventually manage to get led to the Pudding Thieves' lair. Bunyip's cleverness lures the robbers into a trap from where Bill and Sam's fists do the rest and they retrieve their pudding.
Sometime later the Pudding Thieves approach the three Pudding Owners proclaiming that they bear gifts of good will and will present them to the pudding owners if they would only look inside a bag they have with them. When doing so they pull it over their heads and tie it up leaving them defenceless as the thieves take their pudding and run off.
An elderly dog, market gardener Benjamin Brandysnap, comes along and frees the Pudding Owners. The bag had been stolen from his stable, and he joins the Pudding Owners to get revenge on the Pudding Thieves. Another clever plan by Bunyip lures them into another trap where the Thieves are given yet another battering and the Pudding retrieved.
The next day the travelers come to the sleepy town of Tooraloo where they are approached by men dressed in suits and top hats and claiming to be the real owners of the Pudding. They turn out to be the Pudding Thieves up to yet another attempt at getting the Pudding and the subsequent fight brings along the Mayor and the cowardly local Constable. In the argument that follows, the bad-tempered Pudding pinches the Mayor who orders his arrest.
The Pudding is taken to court where the only officials present are the judge and the usher who are playing cards, but they prefer to eat the defendant rather than hear the case. To settle matters, Bunyip suggests that they hear the case themselves. Bill becomes the prosecutor, the Pudding Thieves are charged with the attempts to steal the Pudding and the theft of Benjamin Brandysnap's bag and the Mayor and the Constable stand in as “12 good men and true” — conceding that the unconstitutionality of the court is "better than a punch on the snout". The proceedings do not go well however and result in utter chaos. When it is at its height, Bunyip suddenly announces that the Pudding has been poisoned. The judge, who has been eating away at the Pudding, goes suddenly crazy and attacks the usher, the Pudding Thieves, the Mayor and the Constable with a bottle of port.
In reality, Albert was never poisoned and the Pudding Owners take advantage of the confusion to beat a hasty retreat. They then decide that it would be best to settle down somewhere rather than continue with their travelling. They build a house in a tree in Benjamin's garden and settle down to a life of ease.
PAMELA LYNDON TRAVERS´ EXTRACT “MARY POPPINS”
EAST WIND
If you want to find Cherry-Tree Lane all you have to do is ask the Policeman at the cross-roads. He will push his helmet slightly to one side, scratch his head thoughtfully, and then he will point his huge white-gloved finger and say: “First to your right, second to your left, sharp right again, and you’re there. Good-morning.”
And sure enough, if you follow his directions exactly, you will be there—right in the middle of Cherry-Tree Lane, where the houses run down one side and the Park runs down the other and the cherry-trees go dancing right down the middle.
If you are looking for Number Seventeen—and it is more than likely that you will be, for this book is all about that particular house—you will very soon find it. To begin with, it is the smallest house in the Lane. And besides that, it is the only one that is rather dilapidated and needs a coat of paint. But MrBanks, who owns it, said to Mrs Banks that she could have either a nice, clean, comfortable house or four children. But not both, for he couldn't afford it.
And after Mrs Banks had given the matter some consideration she came to the conclusion that she would rather have Jane, who was the eldest, and Michael, who came next, and John and Barbara, who were Twins and came last of all. So it was settled, and that was how the Banks family came to live at Number Seventeen, with Mrs Brill to cook for them, and Ellen to lay the tables, and Robertson Ay to cut the lawn and clean the knives and polish the shoes and, as Mr Banks always said, “to waste his time and my money.”
And, of course, besides these there was Katie Nanna, who doesn’t really deserve to come into the book at all because, at the time I am speaking of, she had just left Number Seventeen.
“Without by your leave or a word of warning. And what am I to do?” said Mrs Banks.
“Advertise, my dear,” said Mr Banks, putting on his shoes. “And I wish Robertson Ay would go without a word of warning, for he has again polished one boot and left the other untouched. I shall look very lopsided.”
“That,” said Mrs Banks “is not of the least importance. You haven't told me what I'm to do about Katie Nanna.”
“I don't see how you can do anything about her since she has disappeared,” replied Mr Banks, “But if it were me—I mean I—well, I should get somebody to put in the Morning Paper the news that Jane and Michael and John and Barbara Banks (to say nothing of their Mother) require the best possible Nannie at the lowest possible wage and at once. Then I should wait and watch for the Nannies to queue up outside the front gate, and I should get very cross with them for holding up the traffic and making it necessary for me to give the policeman a shilling for putting him to so much trouble. Now I must be off. Whew, it’s as cold as the North Pole. Which way is the wind blowing?”
And as he said that, Mr Banks popped his head out of the window and looked down the Lane to Admiral Booms house at the corner. This was the grandest house in the Lane, and the Lane was very proud of it because it was built exactly like a ship. There was a flagstaff in the garden, and on the roof was a gilt weathercock shaped like a telescope.
“Ha!” said Mr Banks, drawing in his head very quickly. “Admirals telescope says East Wind. I thought as much. There is frost in my bones. I shall wear two overcoats.” And he kissed his wife absentmindedly on one side of her nose and waved to the children and went away to the City.
Now, the City was a place where Mr Banks went every day—except Sundays, of course, and Bank Holidays—and while he was there he sat on a large chair in front of a large desk and made money. All day long he worked, cutting out pennies and shillings and half-crowns and threepenny-bits. And he brought them home with him in his little black bag. Sometimes he would give some to Jane and Michael for their money-boxes, and when he couldn't spare any he would say, “The Bank is broken,” and they would know he hadn't made much money that day.
PAMELA LYNDON TRAVERS´ NOTES
BIOGRAPHY
Pamela Lyndon Travers was born in Queensland, Australia, in 1899 and she died in London in 1996.
She was an Australian novelist, actress, and journalist, popularly remembered for her series of children’s novels about mystical nanny Mary Poppins.
BIBLIOGRAPHY
She wrote dailies, journals, poetry, essays, non-fiction novels and children’s literature.
Her children’s books are:
- “Mary Poppins” (1934)
- “Mary Poppins comes back” (1935)
- “Mary Poppins opens the door” (1944)
- “Mary Poppins in the park” (1952)
- “Mary Poppins from A-Z” (1963)
- “Friend Monkey” (1971)
- “About sleeping beauty” (1975)
- “Mary Poppins in the kitchen” (1975)
- “Two pairs of shoes” (1980)
- “Mary Poppins in the Cherry Tree Lane” (1982)
- “Mary Poppins and the house next to the door” (1989)
ABOUT THE BOOK
“Mary Poppins” was published in London in 1934.
The book tells the story about an English nanny, Mary Poppins, who arrived to take care of Banks’ children. From the first time, children realized she was a very special person and the time which they were going to spend with her would be very special too.
In each chapter, the author tells a different mysterious adventure about Mary Poppins: the day she talked with the neighbor’s dog, the day which Mary Poppins told children a story about a cow which can’t stop dancing, the day when Mary Poppins and Banks children met Mrs. Corry, a very strange lady…
This book has a very careful, clean and well-chosen vocabulary. Pamela Lyndon Travers plays with it at the same time she teaching read and speak. She educates in many ways, specially, reader imagination, because the reader can identify with and character in the story, respect and politeness.
This book was adapted to film in 1964 by Disney although Pamela Lyndon Travers didn’t like it because they seemed not at all; they had different conceptions of Mary Poppins.
The main characters in the book are:
Mary Poppins: She is a proud person and she’s got strong personality at the same time she is a wonderful woman.
Banks children: Jane, Michael and the twins, John and Barbara.
Mr. and Mrs. Banks.
In this extract, Katie Nanna: She was the last nanny.
ABOUT THE EXTRACT
These are the first pages of the book. They describe Banks’ house, Banks family and Banks’ servants.
Mr. and Mrs. Banks talk about Katie Nanna, the last nanny who take care of children, because they want to find another nanny as fast as cheap as possible.
KIPLING
BIRTH DATE: 30 December 1865
DEATH DATE: 18 January 1936
PERIOD: Postromantic
MOVEMENT: Postcolonian literature
LITERARY TECHNIQUES: A direct and forceful language, Kipling revealed a keen sense of observation, inventiveness and a special ability in describing characteristic types and boys inspired immediate reality.
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TITLE: Just So Stories
COUNTRY: India
LANGUAGE: English
GENRE: Children’s literature
PUBLICATION DATE: 1902
ABSTRACT: The Just So Stories typically have the theme of a particular animal being modified from an original form to its current form by the acts of man, or some magical being. For example, the Whale has a tiny throat because he swallowed a mariner, who tied a raft inside to block the whale from swallowing other men. The Camel has a hump given to him by a djinn as punishment for the camel's refusing to work (the hump allows the camel to work longer between times of eating). The Leopard's spots were painted by an Ethiopian (after the Ethiopian painted himself black). The Kangaroo gets its powerful hind legs, long tail, and hopping gait after being chased all day by a dingo, sent by a minor god responding to the Kangaroo's request to be made different from all other animals.
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EXTRACT:
HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN
Once upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Parsee lived by the Red Sea with nothing but his hat and his knife and a cooking-stove of the kind that you must particularly never touch. And one day he took flour and water and currants and plums and sugar and things, and made himself one cake which was two feet across and three feet thick. It was indeed a Superior Comestible (that's magic), and he put it on stove because he was allowed to cook on the stove, and he baked it and he baked it till it was all done brown and smelt most sentimental. But just as he was going to eat it there came down to the beach from the Altogether Uninhabited Interior one Rhinoceros with a horn on his nose, two piggy eyes, and few manners. In those days the Rhinoceros's skin fitted him quite tight. There were no wrinkles in it anywhere. He looked exactly like a Noah's Ark Rhinoceros, but of course much bigger. All the same, he had no manners then, and he has no manners now, and he never will have any manners. He said, 'How!' and the Parsee left that cake and climbed to the top of a palm tree with nothing on but his hat, from which the rays of the sun were always reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Rhinoceros upset the oil-stove with his nose, and the cake rolled on the sand, and he spiked that cake on the horn of his nose, and he ate it, and he went away, waving his tail, to the desolate and Exclusively Uninhabited Interior which abuts on the islands of Mazanderan, Socotra, and Promontories of the Larger Equinox. Then the Parsee came down from his palm-tree and put the stove on its legs and recited the following Sloka, which, as you have not heard, I will now proceed to relate:—
Them that takes cakes
Which the Parsee-man bakes
Makes dreadful mistakes.
And there was a great deal more in that than you would think.
Because, five weeks later, there was a heat wave in the Red Sea, and everybody took off all the clothes they had. The Parsee took off his hat; but the Rhinoceros took off his skin and carried it over his shoulder as he came down to the beach to bathe. In those days it buttoned underneath with three buttons and looked like a waterproof. He said nothing whatever about the Parsee's cake, because he had eaten it all; and he never had any manners, then, since, or henceforward. He waddled straight into the water and blew bubbles through his nose, leaving his skin on the beach.
Presently the Parsee came by and found the skin, and he smiled one smile that ran all round his face two times. Then he danced three times round the skin and rubbed his hands. Then he went to his camp and filled his hat with cake-crumbs, for the Parsee never ate anything but cake, and never swept out his camp. He took that skin, and he shook that skin, and he scrubbed that skin, and he rubbed that skin just as full of old, dry, stale, tickly cake-crumbs and some burned currants as ever it could possibly hold. Then he climbed to the top of his palm-tree and waited for the Rhinoceros to come out of the water and put it on.
And the Rhinoceros did. He buttoned it up with the three buttons, and it tickled like cake crumbs in bed. Then he wanted to scratch, but that made it worse; and then he lay down on the sands and rolled and rolled and rolled, and every time he rolled the cake crumbs tickled him worse and worse and worse. Then he ran to the palm-tree and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself against it. He rubbed so much and so hard that he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders, and another fold underneath, where the buttons used to be (but he rubbed the buttons off), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs. And it spoiled his temper, but it didn't make the least difference to the cake-crumbs. They were inside his skin and they tickled. So he went home, very angry indeed and horribly scratchy; and from that day to this every rhinoceros has great folds in his skin and a very bad temper, all on account of the cake-crumbs inside.
But the Parsee came down from his palm-tree, wearing his hat, from which the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour, packed up his cooking-stove, and went away in the direction of Orotavo, Amygdala, the Upland Meadows of Anantarivo, and the Marshes of Sonaput.
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ABSTRACT: This story relates how the rhinoceros's lack of manners resulted in his baggy skin and bad temper.
LITERARY TECHNIQUES: They are written in an a comical exaggeration perhaps of the formal ways of speaking Kipling heard in India. This story includes a short poem.
AUTHOR; ETHEL SYBIL TURNER´s extract
Seven Little Australians
The Sweetness of Sweet Sixteen (Chapter VI)
“She is not yet so old, but she may
learn; happier than this, she is not bred so dull but she can learn”
Meg's hair had always been pretty, but during the last two months she had
cut herself a fringe, and begun to torture it up in curl papers every night.
And in her private drawer she kept a jam tin filled with oatmeal, that she used
in the water every time she washed, having read it was a great complexion
beautifier. And nightly she rubbed vaseline on her hands and slept in old kid
gloves. And her spare money went in the purchase of "Freckle Lotion,"
to remove that slight powdering of warm brown sun-kisses that somehow lent a
certain character to her face.
All these things were the outcome of being sixteen, and having found a
friend of seventeen.
Aldith MacCarthy learnt French from the same teacher that Meg was going to
twice a week, and after an exchange of chocolates, hair-ribbons, and family
confidences a friendship sprang up.
Aldith had three grown-up sisters, whom she aped in everything, and was
considerably wiser in the world than simple-minded, romantic Meg.
She lent Meg novels, "Family Herald Supplements", "Young
Ladies' Journals", and such publications, and the young girl took to them
with avidity, surprised at the new world into which they took her; for
Charlotte Yonge and Louisa Alcott and Miss Wetherall had hitherto formed her
simple and wholesome fare.
Meg began to dream rose-coloured dreams of the time when her fair, shining
hair should be gathered up into "a simple knot at the back of her
head" or "brushed into a regal coronet," these being the styles
in which the heroines in the novels invariably dressed their hair. A pigtail
done in three was very unromantic. That was why, as a sort of compromise, she
cut herself a fringe and began to frizz out the end of her plait. Her father
stared at her, and said she looked like a shop-girl, when first he noticed it,
and Esther told her she was a stupid child; but the looking-glass and Aldith
reassured her.
The next thing was surreptitiously to lengthen her dresses, which were at
the short-long stage. In the privacy of her own bedroom she took the skirts of
two or three of her frocks off the band, inserted a piece of lining for
lengthening purposes.
Ethel Sybil Turner´s notes
“Seven
little Australians”
Author; Ethel Sybil Turner
Born; 1872
Death; 1958
Publication Date; 1894
Country; Australia, she migrated from England to
Sydney.
Novels; “
Three Little Maids” (1900); she
describes her mother´s
Struggle to maintain her
family
“Walking to school”
(1907); she writes this novel along
with
Her daughter Jean
Curlewis.
“Sunshine family”
(1923)
Style; Autobiographical,
she uses her own experiences in most of her books. she shows an understanding
of children´s interests and needs.
Book/summary; this is the story of 7 children who live near
Sydney in the 1880s with their military-falther and step mother quite young,
seven children aged from 1 to 16, children who are mischievous and independent.
Characters; Meg, Pip, Judy; Bunty, Nell, Baby and the
General.
Extract; Meg, the oldest one of the 7 children, as
most of teenagers , spends most of her time in her room paying attention to her
hair, skin and clothes, worrying too much for her physical appearance and
sharing fahion matters with her friend Aldith.
Characters; Meg,
Addith Maccarthy, Father and her stepmother Esther.
Conclusion; I would recommend reading this novel because
although these children put their needs ahead of their duties , they care and
love each other.
THE LITTLE QUAKER.
GEORGE
and WILLIAM
HOPE were the only children of a gentleman of fortune, who lived in a fine
house at the entrance of a pretty village in Berkshire.
It was this worthy gentleman’s
misfortune to be the father of two very perverse and disobedient sons; who,
instead of trying to please him by dutiful and obliging conduct, grieved him
continually by their unworthy behaviour, and then were so wicked as to laugh at
the lessons of morality their parent set before them.
When they returned from school to
spend the holydays, they neglected their studies to roam about the streets with [4]low company; from whom they learned profane language, vulgar amusements,
and cruelty to animals; but such conduct, as may well be supposed, did not
conduce to their happiness. They had no friends among the good and virtuous in
their own rank in life; and were even despised and condemned by the bad
companions, who, in the first instance, had encouraged their depravity.
Their idle pursuits gave Mr. Hope
great pain, who tried, by gentle remonstrances, to make them ashamed of their
evil propensities; but, finding that kindness had no effect in their ungenerous
dispositions, he determined for the future to punish them severely, whenever
they disobeyed his commands.
Mr. Hope had a very near neighbour,
whose meadow and pleasure-garden were only separated from his by a high row of
paling. Mrs. Shirley, for so this lady was called, was a very excellent and
benevolent woman, and a member of that [5]respectable society of friends commonly
known by the name of Quakers.
Mrs. Shirley was a widow; and,
having lost her own family, she brought up her two grandchildren, a youth of
fourteen years of age, and a pretty little girl, who scarcely reckoned half
that number of years.
Josiah Shirley was at once his kind
Grandmamma’s pride and comfort; and, from his amiable and obliging conduct, was
justly esteemed and beloved by the whole village; and his name was never
mentioned without the praise his modest and gentlemanlike behaviour deserved.
Mr. Hope had often contrasted, with
feelings of regret, this sweet boy’s conduct with that of his own sons; and,
hoping that his gentle temper and moral pursuits might have some effect on the
perverted minds of George and William, he invited him pressingly to his house,
and bestowed on the young Quaker many marks of his esteem and favour.
[6]The approbation of the father only drew upon Josiah the dislike and envy
of his sons. Among other follies, they ridiculed him for being a Quaker.
The cut of his clothes, the shape
of his hat, his modest and retiring manners, were all subjects of mirth to
these unthinking boys, who tried by the most provoking language to rouse him
into retaliation: but Josiah was a maker of peace,
not a breaker of it; and, though he could not help
keenly feeling their unkindness, his good Grandmamma had early taught him this
excellent lesson, “To return good for evil;” and Josiah not only treated their
insults with the silent contempt they deserved, but often earnestly entreated
them to renounce their foolish ways, and he would endeavour to assist them in
the arduous task of reformation.
His advice was received with such
rudeness, that the benevolent boy, disgusted at length with their unprovoked
malice, took his leave, declining all[7]acquaintance with the young gentlemen for the future.
“I wonder, young men, you do not
blush at your disgraceful behaviour,” exclaimed Mr. Hope, viewing his sons with
unfeigned displeasure, the morning Josiah took his leave. “Your folly has
deprived you of the friendship of an excellent and upright youth, whose good
counsels might have benefitted you through life.”
“I hate Joe Shirley, Papa,” replied
George, with the greatest assurance; “and never will attend to a word he says;
a meddling impertinent fellow! What business can he have to trouble his head
with us?”
“Go! go! unworthy as you are to be
called my sons,” said Mr. Hope; “I am glad your poor Mamma did not live to
witness your depravity;—and you, George, whom she loved so well, that she
expired with you in her arms!—it [8]would have broken her heart to have seen
you now. Go, cruel and unfeeling as you are, I no longer wonder at the good
Josiah renouncing your acquaintance; but the time may come, when you will
bitterly lament not taking his advice.” So saying, Mr. Hope set them their
accustomary tasks, and left the room.
His father’s reproofs, instead of
softening the heart of George, only enraged his haughty spirit more violently
against the unoffending Josiah; and he was determined to annoy him every
opportunity which chance should afford him: nor was it long before he was
enabled to put his designs into execution.
One day, after Mr. Hope had
dismissed his sons from their morning studies, William inquired of his brother,
where they should play.
SUSANNA MOODIE´S notes
SUSANNA
MOODIE:
She was an
English Canadian autor who wrote about her own experiences.
-Born: 6
December 1803 in Canadian
-Death: 8
April 1885 Ontario
-Wrote:
novels, poetry, children`s books, memoirs and letters
-Works:
Spartacus 1822, George Leatrim 1875, the World before them 1868
-Characteristics:
books about Spartacus; she was involved in the Anti-Slavery Society…
THE LITTLE
QUEAKER
1822 Is a
children`s book
97 pages
-Characters:
Josiah Shirley (Main character), Mr Hope, George an William Hope (Mr Hope`s
children), Mrs Shirley (Mr Hope`s neighbour) and Daniel Simpson (Bad man).
1. The
extract that I have chosen is from chapter 1
2. It
begins introducing the characters
3. Mr Hope
lives with his children in Berkshire. He was a good and nice person but he had
been unlucky with his children
4. Mr
Hope`s children are George and William
5. Mr Hope
was unhappy because his children didn`t study and they were very bad with him
6. They
were very disobedient and they had got low company
7. They
were so load that even learned cruelty to animals. They had not any friends
8. Mr Hope
met Mrs Shirley, who was a very excellent and benevolent woman
9. She was
a widow and she had lost her family. She brought up her grandchildren Josiah
Shirley
10. Josiah
is a good man who helped Mr Hope educate his children
11. William
and George didn`t like Josiah. They hate him
12. George
paid to Daniel Simpson to destroy Josiah`s garden
13.Josiah
loved his garden. He was very sad and he didn`t know who was responsible
14. One
day, George and Josiah were skating and George suffers a serious accident
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