The Project Gutenberg eBook of A Moral Alphabet
Title: A Moral Alphabet
Author: Hilaire Belloc
Illustrator: B. T. B.
Release date: July 3, 2012 [eBook #40134]
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Language: English
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The Project Gutenberg eBook, A Moral Alphabet, by Hilaire Belloc, Illustrated by Basil Blackwood
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A MORAL ALPHABET.
—————
MORE BEASTS (for worse children).
Demy 4to. 3s. 6d.
—————
THE MODERN TRAVELLER.
Fcap. 4to. 3s. 6d.
—————
Edward Arnold, London.
A
MORAL ALPHABET
H. B.
With Illustrations by
B. B.
Authors of "The Bad Child's Book of Beasts"
"More Beasts for Worse Children"
"The Modern Traveller" etc.
London
EDWARD ARNOLD
37 BEDFORD STREET
1899
A
stands for
And all the Parents of the Boys were there.
In words that ring like thunder through the Hall,
Draw tears from some and loud applause from all,—
The Pedagogue, with Pardonable Joy,
Bestows the Gift upon the Radiant Boy:—
(Says he) "upon the English Alphabet;
"Next term I shall examine you, to find
"If you have read it thoroughly. So mind!"
And while the Boys and Parents cheered so loud,
That out of doors
Had gathered and was blocking up the street,
The admirable child resumed his seat.
Moral.
To brush your Hair and Teeth and tell the Truth.
B stands for Bear.
Approaching in the distance,
Make up your mind at once between
Retreat and Armed Resistance.
With what result for him?
The Bear, with ill-concealed delight,
Devoured him, Limb by Limb.
He ran extremely hard:
The Bear was faster than the Man,
And beat him by a yard.
Moral.
Denotes the Hero, but does not succeed.
C stands for Cobra; when the Cobra
Moral.
Conveys no kind of Moral worth recalling.
D
The Dreadful
Will have to do his best for D.
The early world observed with awe
His back, indented like a saw.
His look was gay, his voice was strong;
His tail was neither short nor long;
His trunk, or elongated nose,
Was not so large as some suppose;
His teeth, as all the world allows,
Were graminivorous, like a cow's.
He therefore should have wished to pass
Long peaceful nights upon the Grass,
But being mad the brute preferred
To roost in branches, like a bird.[A]
A creature heavier than a whale,
You see at once, could hardly fail
To suffer badly when he slid
And tumbled
His fossil, therefore, comes to light
All broken up: and serve him right.
Moral.
Remain there; do not fool around.
Moral.
In Arcadia Terrace, no doubt:
The parents indulge in intelligent talk,
While the children they gambol about.
At a quarter-past six they return to their tea,
Of a kind that would hardly be tempting to me,
Though my appetite passes belief.
There is Jam, Ginger Beer, Buttered Toast, Marmalade,
With a Cold Leg of Mutton and Warm Lemonade,
And a large Pigeon Pie very skilfully made
To consist almost wholly of Beef.
Moral.
Is a subject on which I could dwell;
It contains all the morals that ever there were,
And it sets an example as well.
G
stands for Gnu, whose weapons of Defence
Are long, sharp, curling Horns, and Common-sense.
To these he adds a Name so short and strong,
How often on a bright Autumnal day
The Pious people of Pretoria say,
"Come, let us hunt the——" Then no more is heard
But Sounds of Strong Men struggling with a word.
Meanwhile, the distant Gnu with grateful eyes
Observes his opportunity, and flies.
Moral.
And talked of the Pads of the fox as his "feet"—
An error which furnished subscribers with grounds
For refusing to make him a Master of Hounds.
He gave way thereupon to so fearful a rage,
That he sold up his Stable and went on the Stage,
And had all the success that a man could desire
In creating the Part of
Moral.
The advantage of having two strings to his bow.
I
the Poor Indian, justly called "The Poor,"
Moral.
Is: "Living cheaply is its own reward."
J
stands for James, who thought it immaterial
To pay his taxes, Local or Imperial.
In vain the Mother wept, the Wife implored,
James only yawned as though a trifle bored.
Was met with Persiflage and Repartee.
When James was hauled before the learned Judge,
Who lectured him, he loudly whispered, "Fudge!"
The Judge was startled from his usual calm,
He
And roared in tones to make the boldest quail,
"J stands for James, it also stands for jail."
And therefore, on a dark and dreadful day,
Policemen came and took him all away.
Moral.
How little mercy people can expect
Who will not pay their taxes; (saving those
To which they conscientiously object.)
K
for the Klondyke, a Country of Gold,
Where the winters are often excessively cold;
Where the lawn every morning is covered with rime,
And skating continues for years at a time.
Do you think that a Climate can conquer the grit
Of the Sons of the West? Not a bit! Not a bit!
When the weather looks nippy, the bold Pioneers
Put on two pairs of Stockings and cover their ears,
And roam through the drear Hyperborean dales
With a vast apparatus of Buckets and Pails;
With Hoes, Hammers, Pickaxes, Matlocks and Spades.
There are some who give rise to exuberant mirth
By turning up nothing but bushels of earth,
While those who have little cause excellent fun
By attempting to pilfer from those who have none.
At times the reward they will get for their pains
Is to strike very tempting auriferous veins;
Or, a shaft being sunk for some miles in the ground,
Not infrequently nuggets of value are found.
They bring us the gold when their labours are ended,
And we—after thanking them prettily—spend it.
Moral.
If Humanity seems to have left you behind.
L
was a Lady, Advancing in Age,
Who drove in her carriage and six,
With a Couple of Footmen a Coachman and Page,
Who were all of them regular bricks.
Or got into collisions and blocks,
The Page, with a courtesy rare for his years,
Would leap to the ground with inspiriting cheers,
While the Footman allayed her legitimate fears,
And the Coachman sat tight on his box.
At night as they met round an excellent meal,
They would take it in turn to observe:
"What a Lady indeed! . . . what a presence to Feel! . . ."
"What a Woman to worship and serve! . . ."
Was to stand in a rapturous Dream
When she spoke to them kindly on Saturday Nights,
And said "They deserved her Esteem."
At the end of their Loyal Career
They each had a Lodge at the end of the drives,
And she left them a Hundred a Year.
Remember from this to be properly vexed
When the newspaper editors say,
That "The type of society shown in the Text
"Is rapidly passing away."
M
was a Millionaire who sat at Table,
And ate like this—
At half-past twelve the waiters turned him out:
He lived impoverished and died of gout.
When, later on, you are a Millionaire,
To rise from table feeling you could still
Take something more, and not be really ill.
N
stands for Ned, Maria's younger brother,
In Blandford Square—a crowded part of town—
Two People on a tandem knocked him down;
Whereat
Ran right on top and turned him inside out:
The damages that he obtained from these
Maintained him all his life in cultured ease.
Moral.
The Other Man has always got to Pay.
O
stands for Oxford. Hail! salubrious seat
Of learning! Academical Retreat!
Home of my Middle Age! Malarial Spot
Which People call Medeeval (though it's not).
The marshes in the neighbourhood can vie
With Cambridge, but the town itself is dry,
And serves to make a kind of Fold or Pen
Were I to write but half of what they know,
It would exhaust the space reserved for "O";
And, as my book must not be over big,
I turn at once to "P," which stands for Pig.
Moral.
Of places where, with decent application,
One gets a good, sound, middle-class education.
P
stands for Pig, as I remarked before,
A second cousin to the Huge Wild Boar.
But Pigs are civilized, while Huge Wild Boars
And, in their coarse contempt for dainty foods,
Subsist on Truffles, which they find in woods.
Not so the cultivated Pig, who feels
The need of several courses at his meals,
But wrongly thinks it does not matter whether
He takes them one by one
Hence, Pigs devour, from lack of self-respect,
What Epicures would certainly reject.
Or Elder Persons heap upon your plate.
Q
for Quinine, which children take
Moral.
At which he had barely intended to look;
But the very first lines upon "A" were enough
To convince him the Verses were excellent stuff.
So he wrote, without stopping, for several days
In terms of extreme, but well-merited Praise.
To quote but one Passage: "No Person" (says he),
"Will be really content without purchasing three,
"While a Parent will send for a dozen or more,
"And strew them about on the Nursery Floor.
"The Versification might call for some strictures
"Were it not for its singular wit; while the Pictures,
"Tho' the handling of line is a little defective,
"Make up amply in verve what they lack in perspective."
Moral.
Will lend an additional lustre to Youth.
S
stands for Snail, who, though he be the least,
Is not an uninstructive Hornèd Beast.
Or tickle them, the Horns go in and out.
Had Providence seen proper to endow
The furious Unicorn or sober Cow
With such a gift the one would never now
Appear so commonplace on Coats of Arms.
And what a fortune for our failing farms
If circus managers, with wealth untold,
Would take the Cows for half their weight in gold!
Moral.
In Peckham, where he writes Italian Guides.
Moral.
At slight mistakes in books on foreign travel.
U
for the Upas Tree,
And (as the Subtle Artist has portrayed)
Dispend the golden hours at play beneath its shade.[B]
Moral.
Of Upas Trees, betake yourself to flight.
A friend of mine, a Botanist, believes
That Good can even browse upon its leaves.
I doubt it. . . .
Who fills the Armies of the World with fear.
Moral.
The empty Pomp of Military Pride.
W
My little victim, let me trouble you
To fix your active mind on W.
A sermon far beyond your reach:
He flabbergasts the Human Race
By gliding on the water's face
With ease, celerity, and grace;
But if he ever stopped to think
Of how he did it, he would sink.
Moral.
A Grown-up Man to make a rhyme on X.
Moral.
But that I wrote about him two years back).
Youth is the pleasant springtime of our days,
As Dante so mellifluously says
(Who always speaks of Youth with proper praise).
You have not got to Youth, but when you do
You'll find what He and I have said is true.
Moral.
Is held divine by scrupulous Hindoos.
Moral.
Idolatry, as you are well aware,
Is highly reprehensible. But there,
We needn't bother,—when we get to Z
Our interest in the Alphabet is dead.
Published by Mr. EDWARD ARNOLD.
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REALLY AND TRULY!
OR, THE CENTURY FOR BABES.
Written by ERNEST AMES, and Illustrated by Mrs. ERNEST AMES,
Authors of "An A B C for Baby Patriots."
Fully and brilliantly coloured.
Price 3s. 6d.
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RUTHLESS RHYMES FOR HEARTLESS HOMES.
The Verses by COLONEL D. STREAMER;
the Pictures by G—— H——.
Crown 4to. 3s. 6d.
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TAILS WITH A TWIST.
An Animal Picture-Book by E. T. REED, Author of "Pre-Historic Peeps," &c.
With Verses by "A BELGIAN HARE."
Oblong demy 4to. 3s. 6d.
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THE FRANK LOCKWOOD SKETCH-BOOK.
Being a Selection of Sketches by the late Sir
FRANK LOCKWOOD, Q.C., M.P.
Third Edition. Oblong royal 4to. 10s. 6d.
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MORE BEASTS (for worse children).
Verses by H. B. Pictures by B. B.
Demy 4to. 3s. 6d.
————
THE MODERN TRAVELLER.
By H. B. and B. B.
Fcap. 4to. 3s. 6d.
————
A MORAL ALPHABET.
By H. B. and B. B.
Fcap. 4to. 3s. 6d.
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EDWARD ARNOLD, 37, Bedford Street, London.
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