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[Illustration: THE LITTLE TEACHER.]
THE LITTLE TEACHER.
I know of a little girl, who, like Mozart, shows a great talent for music, though she is not yet ten years old. Before she could walk, it seemed to be her delight to creep along the floor to the piano, draw herself up so as to touch the key-board, and then strike the different keys.
Some of the sounds were pleasing to her, and from some she would start and draw back, as if she were hurt. A false note in music seemed to inflict pain, while she would show great pleasure when the harmony was perfect.
This little girl, whose name is Laura, has been so faithful in studying the rules of music, that, young as she is, she is employed to teach it to children still younger than herself. As her parents are poor, she is paid well for this service. In the picture you may see her standing, while Emma Dean, one of her little pupils, occupies the music-stool.
“Oh, I shall never learn to play like you, Miss Laura,” says Emma.
“Pray don’t call me Miss,” says Laura; “for I am but a little girl like yourself.”
“But then you know so much more than I do, that I like to call you Miss,” says Emma. “Are you not my teacher?”
“I try to be,” says Laura; “but, if we talk instead of work, we shall not make much improvement. Now let me hear you play over this exercise once more.”
“But I have played it a dozen times,” says Emma. “Let us try something new.”
“You have played it a dozen times; but you must play it two hundred times more, if you expect to be perfect in it,” says Laura.
“Two hundred times! Oh, I can’t think of it,” exclaims Emma. “Let us try something new.”
Here Mrs. Dean, who from a room near by had overheard the conversation, came in, and said, “If you cannot obey your teacher, Emma, you must stop taking music-lessons. Miss Laura is quite right; and I am glad to see that she does not yield to your whims. The best way in learning is always to learn one thing thoroughly before passing to another.”