Mary Beekman is a four-year-old ghost who resides in The Beekman Mansion, and considers Brent and Josh her “imaginary friends.” Follow Mary Beekman’s Diary each week to learn what it’s like to be a young child in early 19th century America.
Josh and Brent both like my lesson book. Josh finds pleasure in the pictures and Brent enjoys the stories. My book is named “The American Spelling Book” and it was written by Noah Webster. Today I am learning about words not exceeding three syllables, divided.
The wick-ed flee when no man pur-su-eth; but the right-e-ous are as bold as a li-on.
This was my story for today.
Of The Boy that Stole Apples
An old man found a rude boy upon one of his trees stealing apples, and desired him to come down; but the young saucebox told him plainly he would not. Won’t you, said the old man, then I will fetch you down; so he pulled up some tufts of grass and threw at him; but this only made the youngest laugh, to think he should pretend to beat him out of the tree with grass only.
Well, well, said the old man, if neither grass nor words will do, I must try what virtue there is in stones: so the old man pelted him heartily with stones: which soon made the young chap hasten down from the tree and beg the old man’s pardon. MORAL: If good words and gentle means will not reclaim the wicked, they must be dealt with in a more severe manner.
Josh said his mother would not let him ever throw stones at people in case the stone might harm someone’s eye. Brent thought the old man was foolish to throw grass because it would not go very high. I know only that I must learn the moral.