Poem For A Little Lady - Various - Moeders Favorieten - 14 Speciaal Voor Haar Geselekteerde Songs

And now having got safely across, I sat for an instant on that narrow ledge of the stone shelf which projected beyond the coffin on the vault side, and made ready to jump forward on to the floor below. And how it happened I know not, but there I lost my balance, and as I slipped the candle flew out of my grasp. Then I clutched at the coffin to save myself, but my hand went clean through it, and so I came to the ground in a cloud of dust and splinters; having only got hold of a wisp of seaweed, or a handful of those draggled funeral trappings which were strewn about this place.

The floor of the vault was sandy; and so, though I fell crookedly, I took but little harm beyond a shaking; and soon, pulling myself together, set to strike my flint and blow the match into a flame to search for the fallen candle. Yet all the time I kept in my fingers this handful of light stuff; and when the flame burnt up again I held the thing against the light, and saw that it was no wisp of seaweed, but something black and wiry. For a moment, I could not gather what I had hold of, but then gave a start that nearly sent the candle out, and perhaps a cry, and let it drop as if it were red-hot iron, for I knew that it was a man's beard.

Now when I saw that, I felt a sort of throttling fright, as though one had caught hold of my heartstrings; and so many and such strange thoughts rose in me, that the blood went pounding round and round in my head, as it did once afterwards when I was fighting with the sea and near drowned. Surely to have in hand the beard of any dead man in any place was bad enough, but worse a thousand times in such a place as this, and to know on whose face it had grown.

For, almost before I fully saw what it was, I knew it was that black beard which had given Colonel John Mohune his nickname, and this was his great coffin I had hid behind.

I had lain, therefore, all that time, cheek by jowl with Blackbeard himself, with only a thin shell of tinder wood to keep him from me, and now had thrust my hand into his coffin and plucked away his beard.

So that if ever wicked men have power to show themselves after death, and still to work evil, one would guess that he would show himself now and fall upon me. Thus a sick dread got hold of me, and had I been a woman or a girl I think I should have swooned; but being only a boy, and not knowing how to swoon, did the next best thing, which was to put myself as far as might be from the beard, and make for the outlet. Yet had I scarce set foot in the passage when I stopped, remembering how once already this same evening I had played the coward, and run home scared with my own fears.

So I was brought up for very shame, and beside that thought how I had come to this place to look for Blackbeard's treasure, and might have gone away without knowing even so much as where he lay, had not chance first led me to be down by his side, and afterwards placed my hand upon his beard. And surely this could not be chance alone, but must rather be the finger of Providence guiding me to that which I desired to find.

This consideration somewhat restored my courage, and after several feints to return, advances, stoppings, and panics, I was in the vault again, walking carefully round the stack of barrels, and fearing to see the glimmer of the candle fall upon that beard. There it was upon the sand, and holding the candle nearer to it with a certain caution, as though it would spring up and bite me, I saw it was a great full black beard, more than a foot long, but going grey at the tips; and had at the back, keeping it together, a thin tissue of dried skin, like the false parting which Aunt Jane wore under her cap on Sundays.

This I could see as it lay before me, for I did not handle or lift it, but only peered into it, with the candle, on all sides, busying myself the while with thoughts of the man of whom it had once been part. In returning to the vault, I had no very sure purpose in mind; only a vague surmise that this finding of Blackbeard's coffin would somehow lead to the finding of his treasure.

But as I looked at the beard and pondered, I began to see that if anything was to be done, it must be by searching in the coffin itself, and the clearer this became to me, the greater was my dislike to set about such a task.

So I put off the evil hour, by feigning to myself that it was necessary to make a careful scrutiny of the beard, and thus wasted at least ten minutes. But at length, seeing that the candle was burning low, and could certainly last little more than half an hour, and considering that it must now be getting near dawn, I buckled to the distasteful work of rummaging the coffin.

Nor had I any need to climb up on to the top shelf again, but standing on the one beneath, found my head and arms well on a level with the search. And beside that, the task was not so difficult as I had thought; for in my fall I had broken off the head-end of the lid, and brought away the whole of that side that faced the vault.

Now, any lad of my age, and perhaps some men too, might well have been frightened to set about such a matter as to search in a coffin; and if any had said, a few hours before, that I should ever have courage to do this by night in the Mohune vault, I would not have believed him.

Yet here I was, and had advanced along the path of terror so gradually, and as it were foot by foot in the past night, that when I came to this final step I was not near so scared as when I first felt my way into the vault.

It was not the first time either that I had looked on death; but had, indeed, always a leaning to such sights and matters, and had seen corpses washed up from the Darius and other wrecks, and besides that had helped Ratsey to case some poor bodies that had died in their beds.

The coffin was, as I have said, of great length, and the side being removed, I could see the whole outline of the skeleton that lay in it. I say the outline, for the form was wrapped in a woollen or flannel shroud, so that the bones themselves were not visible. The man that lay in it was little short of a giant, measuring, as I guessed, a full six and a half feet, and the flannel having sunk in over the belly, the end of the breast-bone, the hips, knees, and toes were very easy to be made out.

The head was swathed in linen bands that had been white, but were now stained and discoloured with damp, but of this I shall not speak more, and beneath the chin-cloth the beard had once escaped.

The clutch which I had made to save myself in falling had torn away this chin-band and let the lower jaw drop on the breast; but little else was disturbed, and there was Colonel John Mohune resting as he had been laid out a century ago.

I lifted that portion of the lid which had been left behind, and reached over to see if there was anything hid on the other side of the body; but had scarce let the light fall in the coffin when my heart gave a great bound, and all fear left me in the flush of success, for there I saw what I had come to seek.

She also hosts concerts and literary events. Maud obtained a master degree at the Drama Conservatory of Antwerp. Full text of " Sketches of little girls: the good-natured little girl. THERE is a pleasant little village, about twenty miles from London: I shall not mention its name, but it certainly is one of the prettiest places in the world; and contains some of the prettiest and best children, too, of any village of its size in all England, or Scotland either, for any thing I know to the contrary.

I was freely admitted into the play-ground, the school-room, and the nursery; and have great reason to believe I was somewhat of a favourite in them all, for I have often heard two or three merry little voices exclaim on my approach, " Oh. Lovechild; now we shall have some fun! During my visit, last summer, I stayed great part of the time at the house of Mr. Let me see; there was Miss Tribe, a tall young lady, about nineteen, and her brother, Mr. William Tribe, just one year younger; then there were Kate and Betsey, and Tom and Ellen, and four or five more, of all ages, down to the baby in arms, a fine little fellow, as round and rosy as an apple, and the pet of all the family.

Just at this time, there w r as a great talk about a book that has lately made its appearance in the world, called " Sketches of Young Ladies," which had become very popular, not only in London, but had found its way into every little town and village in the United Kingdom. Therefore, I thought it would be but fair that the little girls should have a book of their own, as well as their elder sisters; and I went home determined to do them justice, by dedicating a work to the " Little Ladies of Great Britain and Ireland;" taking my sketches from those who resided in my favourite village, for I am certain that no place affords a greater variety, or con- tains more interesting specimens of the juvenile community, than this: and I think it will be found that most little girls resemble one or the other of those I am about to describe.

The Tribes being so large a family, they cannot generally all go out together; but I have always remarked, that whenever there is any doubt about who is to go, and who is to stay at home, Ellen is sure to say, " Never mind me, mamma; let Jane go; or, let Tom go; I can go next time.

If she sees that either of her brothers or sisters are very anxious to go, she is willing to give up to them. Among the rest was a white satin bag, very prettily worked with coloured silk, intended for Ellen Tribe; to whom it was sent, accompanied with a kind note, inviting her and two of her sisters, to join a party of young folks at tea, that same evening. Ellen was delighed, both with the gift and the invitation, and came down stairs nicely drest, with her new bag in her hand, which we all admired very much.

Here was a disaster! Poor Fred, began to cry, and every body else exclaimed "What a pity! But you must not suppose she encouraged the little ones in their negligence: on the contrary, she never failed to tell them kindly of it, the next morning, and endeavour to point out, affectionately, the advan- tages of being careful and orderly. Whenever any dispute happened among the children, they were sure to come to Ellen to settle it; and she never failed to restore them to good-humour with each other.

Such a happy temper endears her to every one; there is not a person in the village who does not love Ellen, and as it must surely be a great plea- sure to be universally beloved, it is worth while to imitate her example; for although beauty and talents may excite admiration, they will never gain affection, unless they are united with good nature.

She is one of the giddiest little girls in the world; and if it were not for the kindness of her sister Ellen, she would get punished much more frequently thrn she does. Fanny never knows where to find a single thing when she wants it.

As sure as ever she is called to say her lesson, she has to hunt for her book : and when the hour for sitting down to work arrives, you may always hear Fanny making such enquiries as these : " Oh, Kate, have you seen my thimble? I cannot find my scissors; can any body tell me where they are? I remember, one day, that Mr. Tribe had been looking every where for his pencil, which he had left in his own inkstand. Back to top. Get to Know Us. Amazon Payment Products. English Choose a language for shopping.

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