lördag 9 maj 2009


Thomas was an idle lad,
000And loung’d about all day;
And though he many a lesson had,
000He minded nought but play.

He only car’d for top or ball,

000Or marbles, hoop or kite:
But as for learning, that was all
000Neglected by him quite.

In vain his mother’s kind advice,
000In vain his master’s care;
He follow’d ev’ry idle vice,
000And learnt to curse and swear!

And think you, when he grew a man,

000He prosper’d in his ways?
No; wicked courses never can
000Bring good and happy days.

Without a shilling in his purse,

000Or cot to call his own,
Poor Thomas grew from bad to worse
000And harden’d as a stone.

And oh, it grieves me much to write
000His melancholy end;
Then let us leave the dreadful sight,
000And thoughts of pity send.

But may we this important truth

000Observe and ever hold:
“All those who’re idle in their youth
000Will suffer when they’re old.”

From "Phebe, the Blackberry Girl - Uncle Thomas's Stories for Good Children", 1856, by Anonymous

2 kommentarer:

  1. Margaretha
    I think the anonymous writer of that verse would have disapproved of me, too. I was always in trouble as a child and always preferred teaching naughty boys to angels!

  2. Maureen,
    No gold stars for me either - not from that writer anyway - I've alwas been impertinent... And I too, prefered the naughty boys - just like my mother who was teaching kids with all kind of problems.