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We propose, next month, to give some new designs and instructions for fancy work, as well as a few hints as to the fitting up of a lady's workbox.




To the Editor of "The Governess.” SIR, I have modelled many wax flowers during the last few years, and have felt no ill effects from the wax, which is prepared by Mrs. Peachey, 35, Rathbone Place, who assures the public that, by a chemical process, every deleterious quality is removed from it.

As I know that she devotes her whole time to the art, and is herself in good health, though she has modelled flowers for years, I think her testimony worthy of credit ; especially as, in my own experience, I have never perceived any injurious effects from the wax.

Should this information be satisfactory to your correspondent I should be pleased, as it is a pity that her daughter should be deprived of so delightful a recreation.

ANNA MARIA. For your own satisfaction I add my name and address, but do not wish it published. I do not object to the lady herself having it.

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To the Editor of " THE GOVERNESS."

January 19th, 1855. M. A. R., St. Albans, a Governess and a yearly subscriber to " THE GOVERNESS," encouraged by the Notices to Correspondents in the first number, has ventured to trouble the Editor with two compositions, in the hope that a word of criticism may be bestowed upon them, being, as is the case with many of her profession, unable to obtain an impartial opinion whether it be worth her while to cultivate her inclination for this species of writing, or whether, as is very possible, she may have overrated her capacity. They are sent believing that friendly counsels will not be withheld,* and are placed in the hands of the Editor free of any restrictions. They need not be returned. Distrusting herself, she has preserved an incognito which she hopes may not be deemed disrespectful.

THE TABLE IN THE WILDERNESS. [Lines suggested by the accounts given of the administration of the Holy Sacrament al Varna, previous to the embarkation of the allied troops for the Crimea.]

Picture the scene, the camp's wild din around,
And here, this little consecrated ground.
A "fair white cloth" is spread 'neath humble tent,
Rude in contrivance, bare of ornament.
No outward pomp addeth unto the power,
The chastened, touching grandeur of that hour;
But, from amid the deep cathedral shade,
Never hath choir sublimer music made;
Nor hath more earnest, heartfelt prayer e'er riven
The ambient air, speeding its way to heaven.

See Answers to Correspondents, M. A. R., under Poetry.

They come, they throng, the grey-haired man, the youth-
All ages once more meet, confirm their truth;
The sacred, final pledge of dying love,
Fulfilling thankfully in Moslem grove;
And as the Absolution's accents rise,
Some hear prophetic words of Paradise :
And with the closing Gloria tones are pouring,
Fervent as from the seraphim adoring.
It is a solemn time; oh! yearning hearts,
Say, how doth home-scene mem'ries wander past ?
The village church, its quiet, holy calm,
Contrast with harsh, discordant war's alarm;
And those loved ones who knelt beside ye-how,
How doth their voices thrill each fibre now?

Soldiers ye are, and England's choicest sons,
Her glory and her hope; in prowess none
Shall e'er surpass ye. England's flag unfurled,
Flieth untarnished 'fore th' assembled world.
Soldiers ye are; but holier vow have vowed
Than even patriot faith, or freedom cowed,
To aid to raise her sadly drooping wings.
Soldiers of Christ ye are; the King of kings
Your monarch and your chief. In battle's shock,
This bond shall be your amulet-your rock-
Champions of loftiest courage; for ye feel,
Whether from you shall shouts of victory peal,
Or, in the struggle of that awful field,
Ye shall your spirits to His keeping yield,
All, all is well ; freed from the militant,
Ye rise to swell the concourse triumphant,
Crowned with the bright, the one unfading wreath,
Victors of earth more victors over death.

M. A. R., St. Alban's.


To the Editor of "THE GOVERNESS." $12,—I have a large school, and I wish to teach singing in it. I have not been trained, but I am thoroughly acquainted with music: my only difficulty is to know upon what system I had better teach it. I know several of Mr. Hullah's pupils who have very good voices, and have gone through his course, but are unable to sing a simple air at sight; and I bare been told that the system, though under government patronage, is not at all a satis

one. I should like to know the opinion, and have the advice, of some of your experienced correspondents on this essential subject.

I am, &c.,





To the Editor of The Governess." Sin,-Your correspondent, “ A Young Governess,” should ask the ladies of her school committee to supply either the whole girls' school with a large sponge, or each class with one: the latter plan would be the best, and it is one frequently pursued. At the private school to which I went, we cleaned our slates with paper dipped in ink. The dirtiest slate is speedily cleaned by this method, however objectionable it may be thought to be, and doubtless is.

I am, &c.,

E. W.J.

To the Editor of “The Governess." Sir,—Will you permit me (through the medium of your valuable periodical) to suggest the following plan for cleaning slates to your correspondent, “ A Young Governess ?" I have tried it successfully in several schools. A round piece of woollen cloth, the thicker the better, attached by a string to the slate, answers the same purpose as a sponge. The girls have only to breathe freely on their slates, and rub with the cloth till dry. There is no difficulty in this plan, nor any necessity to trouble a ladies' committee. I have in all cases found the parents of the children pleased to send me any small pieces of thick cloth they might have from time to time. A few days are sufficient to make the children accustomed to cleaning them in this manner.

I am, Sir,
Your Obedient Servant,




To the Editor of “ The GOVERNESS." SIR,— Thee xcellent opening article in the first number of "The GOVERNESS " gave rise to a very interesting conversation a few evenings since. A gentleman who took part in it appeared sadly afraid that females will ere long be over-educated. He said he preferred mediocrity before excellence as regards female attainments, and in support of his views he produced the following quotation from Bulwer :

“I know not why it is, but your very clever man never seems to care so much as your less gifted mortals for cleverness in his helpmate. Your scholars, and poets, and ministers of state, are more often found assorted with exceedingly humdrum good sort of women, and apparently like them all the better for their deficiencies. Just see how happy Racine lived with his wife, and what an angel he thought her and yet she had never read his plays. Certainly Goethe never troubled his lady, who called him “Mr Privy Councillor,' with whims about 'menads, and speculations on colour,' nor those stiff metaphysical problems on which one breaks one's shins in the second part of the Faust.' Probably it may be that these great geniuses—knowing that, as compared to themselves, there is little difference between your clever women and your humdrum women--merge at once all minor distinctions, relinquish all attempts that could not but prove unsatisfactory, at sympathy in hard intellectual pursuits, and are quite satisfied to establish that tie which, after all, best resists wear and tear ever—the tough household bond between one human heart and another."

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It was agreed that one of us should write to you to know whether you, or any of your contributors, will take up the subject. I think it is one which should interest our profession.

I am, &c., &c.,

A GOVERNESS who wishes to learn LATIN. Bath, January 12th, 1855. [We have much pleasure in inserting this communication, and in leaving the discussion with our numerous intelligent correspondents.—EDITOR OF "The Governess.”]


THE LATE Miss MITFORD.—Another star from the bright galaxy of female genius which adorns the reign of the accomplished VICTORIA, has disappeared from earth. The amiable and talented Mary Russell Mitford is now numbered with the many, and, we trust, with the blest.

Thus star by star declines,

Till all are passed away,
As morning high and higher climbs

To pure and perfect day,
Nor sink those stars in empty night,

They hide themselves in heaven's own light. The author of “ Our Village," and of so many pleasing works of a kindred tendency, expired on the 3rd of January, at Swallow-field Cottage, near Reading, aged sixty-eight. We shall, in our next number, give a short biographical sketch of Miss Mitford. To Governesses it will be peculiarly interesting and instructive.

THE EMPRESS EUGENIE AND MORALITY.—The Paris correspondent of the Morning Advertiser writes :—“The Empress Eugénie has contrived to gain great popularity in a short space of time-a distinction which her predecessors in the purple had failed to obtain during a much longer period. And yet her Majesty has attacked the Parisians in their most vulnerable part. She has engaged herself in a formal crusade against vice and immorality; and never has the Tuilleries been 80 free of immoral visitants as now.” After specifying some very desirable changes which have lately taken place, he adds :-“And all this purification has been effected by the imperial order.” If this does not raise the empress in the estimation of english women, it will be strange indeed.

LOLA MONTES 1. EDITORS.—The other day, San Francisco was thrown into a state of ludicrous excitement by the appearance of Madame Lola Montes rushing from her residence through Mill-street towards Main-street with a lady's delicate riding-whip in one hand, and

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a copy of the Telegraph in the other, her eyes in a fine frenzy rolling, a vowing vengeance on that scoundrel of an editor. She met him at the Golden Gate Saloon–the crowd, who were on the qui vive, following in her footsteps. Lola struck at the editor with her whip, but he caught and wrested it from her before she could hit him a blow. She then applied woman's best weapon-her tongue. Meanwhile, her antagonist contented himself with keeping most insultingly cool. Finding all her endeavours powerless, the “divine Lola" appealed to the miners; but the only response rendered was a shout of laughter. Mr. Shipley, the editor, then triumphantly retired, having by his calmness completely worn out his fair enemy. The immediate cause of the fracas was the appearance of sundry articles regarding the “Lola Montes-like insolence and effrontery of the Queen of Spain.”

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8vo, cl. pp. 56. Darton and Co. II. “THE PHILOSOPHY OF EDUCATION: a Lecture. By Trevethan

Spicer, LL.D., M.A., of Gray's Inn, Esq., Barrister-at-Law. 12th

Ed., pp. 16. Spalding, Notting Hill.. III. “ Woman's EDUCATIONAL MISSION:” Being an Explanation of

Frederick Fröbel's System of Infant Gardens. Darton and Co. Of the excellent works to which we have thus directed the reader's attention, the first is by a lady who, although in her noviciate as an author, is, so far as we are enabled to judge from her little book, and from the fact of her being a practical teacher, no novice in the work of education. After some very sensible introductory remarks, our author treats, in Chapter I.," on the right direction of parental influenceits important results-maternal influence especially exemplified." Chapter II. treats of " children-their characters, dispositions, and treatment.” At the end of this chapter there are “General Observations” much to the point. Of the book as a whole we must say that, although it contains nothing new, it contains much that is true, and that should be constantly borne in mind by mothers and those to whom the care of infants is entrusted. Dr. Spicer's lecture is contained in a one-sheet octavo pamphlet. Perhaps the author of the “ Manual of Method,” and others, to whom “The Philosophy of Education " (one of the terms lately come into vogue on the subject of education ") conveys no definite idea, will pardon our presumption in recommending the investment of

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