at which the lad hoped to be allowed to go and visit
his parents, he ventured, after much hesitation, to
hint this to his uncle. Of course the uncle felt
that it was quite right the lad should go, but he
grudged him the chance of the little enjoyment, and
the happy thought struck him that he might let the
lad go, and at the same time make the poor fellow
uncomfortable in going. Accordingly he conveyed
his permission to the lad to go by roaring out in
a savage manner, “
Begone!” This
made the poor lad feel as if it were his duty to stay,
and as if it were very wicked in him to wish to go;
and though he ultimately went, he enjoyed his visit
with only half a heart. There are parents and
guardians who take great pains to make their children
think themselves very bad,—to make the
little things grow up in the endurance of the pangs
of a bad conscience. For conscience, in children,
is a quite artificial thing: you may dictate
to it what it is to say. And parents, often injudicious,
sometimes malignant, not seldom apply hard names to
their children, which sink down into the little heart
and memory far more deeply than they think. If
a child cannot eat fat, you may instil into him that
it is because he is so wicked; and he will believe
you for a while. A favorite weapon in the hands
of some parents, who have devoted themselves diligently
to making their children miserable, is to frequently
predict to the children the remorse which they (the
children) will feel after they (the parents) are dead.
In such cases, it would be difficult to specify the
precise things which the children are to feel remorseful
about. It must just be, generally, because they
were so wicked, and because they did not sufficiently
believe the infallibility and impeccability of their
ancestors. I am reminded of the woman mentioned
by Sam Weller, whose husband disappeared. The
woman had been a fearful termagant; the husband, a
very inoffensive man. After his disappearance,
the woman issued an advertisement, assuring him, that,
if he returned, he would be fully forgiven; which,
as Mr. Weller justly remarked, was very generous,
seeing he had never done anything at all.
Yes, the conscience of children is an artificial and
a sensitive thing. The other day, a friend of
mine, who is one of the kindest of parents and the
most amiable of men, told me what happened in his house
on a certain Fast-day. A Scotch Fast-day,
you may remember, is the institution which so completely
puzzled Mr. Buckle. That historian fancied that
to fast means in Scotland to abstain from food.
Had Mr. Buckle known anything whatever about Scotland,
he would have known that a Scotch Fast-day means a
week-day on which people go to church, but on which
(especially in the dwellings of the clergy) there is
a better dinner than usual. I never knew man
or woman in all my life who on a Fast-day refrained
from eating. And quite right, too. The growth
of common sense has gradually abolished literal fasting.