The Book of One Syllable

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The Book of One Syllable, by Esther Bakewell

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Title: The Book of One Syllable
Author: Esther Bakewell
Release Date: November 12, 2007 [EBook #23453]
Language: English
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[Illustration: A LETTER OF ONE SYLLABLE. Front.]

THE BOOK OF ONE SYLLABLE.

By
Esther Bakewell

ILLUSTRATED WITH COLOURED ENGRAVINGS.
LONDON: GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, THE BROADWAY, LUDGATE. NEW YORK: 416 BROOME STREET.
DALZIEL BROTHERS, CAMDEN PRESS, LONDON.

TO THE FRIENDS OF MY YOUTH.
Fast and far is the stream of time flown on, yet there are thoughts of dear friends and of by-gone things that will not yield to its course. Some friends have long been lost, but there are those who still sail the stream, to whom these scenes from the past will bring back "thoughts of days that are gone." They will bring back thoughts of her whose sails were once set with theirs, and who feels that not one kind word that was then said, not one kind deed that was then done, can the stream wash from her mind, till she, too, shall be lost in the dark gulf to which that stream must lead.
Four of these tales have no hook to the past. These are told by a young boy and girl, who have been taught to write thoughts as soon as they could hold their pens.

PREFACE.
Though in words of one syllable, "The Book of One Syllable" is not meant for a child when first he learns to read; it is meant for him when he knows such words at sight. The tales are told in these small words, that a child need not have to stop to spell, but that he may be led on and on till he comes to the end.
May he feel when he does come to the end, that to read has not been a task.

LIST OF WHAT IS IN THE BOOK.
PAGE
THE WRECK OF A FEAST 1
THE AIR 23
SAIB, THE BLACK BOY 28
THE EARTH 65
A FALL FROM THE CLIFFS 68
THE MOON 77
THE MAN IN THE MOON 80
FRANK HART 87
THE LOST ONES 105
THE SUN 117
THE DOLL'S HEAD 120
PLAY NOT WITH FIRE 143
ONE FAULT LEADS TO A WORSE ONE 153
WHAT A PRICE FOR A BOX! 160

THE BOOK OF ONE SYLLABLE.

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.
What a sad sight it is to see a young child who does not know how to keep a check on the wish that tempts him to do wrong. The first rule that they who love a child should teach him, is the rule of self. It is the want of this self-rule that is the cause of so much that is bad in the world. It is this that makes girls and boys think more of what they want to do, than of what they ought to do; and each time they give way to it, they find it more hard not to yield the next time; and thus they go on till they are grown-up folks. They who would not like to grow up in this bad way must take great care while they are young not to think so much of self.
The sense of taste is the sense that a child likes best to use. It would be strange to see a child who did not like cake, or tart, or fruit, or most sweet things. But a child should know when it is right to eat, and when it is right not to eat: he should know that he ought not to touch nice things that are not meant for him.
The tale we have to tell is of a young girl who had not this sense of right so strong as it ought to have been. She knew what it was right to do, and she knew what it was wrong to do, but yet the sense of right was not at all times quite strong. The name of this girl was Ruth Grey.
[Illustration: RUTH GREY. Page 4.]
Now there was a room in Mr. Grey's house known by the name of the green-house room, and here were put a few choice plants that could not bear the cold air. In this room too there was a large stand, on which were set out all the sweet things