Louisa May Alcott: 16 Novels in One Volume (Illustrated Edition). Луиза Мэй Олкотт

and happy,

       Anna, dear, then think of me.

      [Poetry began to flow about this time in a thin but copious stream.–L. M. A.]

      Wednesday.–Read Martin Luther. A long letter from Anna. She sends me a picture of Jenny Lind, the great singer. She must be a happy girl. I should like to be famous as she is. Anna is very happy; and I don't miss her as much as I shall by and by in the winter.

      I wrote in my Imagination Book, and enjoyed it very much. Life is pleasanter than it used to be, and I don't care about dying any more. Had a splendid run, and got a box of cones to burn. Sat and heard the pines sing a long time. Read Miss Bremer's "Home" in the eve. Had good dreams, and woke now and then to think, and watch the moon. I had a pleasant time with my mind, for it was happy.

      [Moods began early.–L. M. A.]

      January, 1845, Friday.–Did my lessons, and in the p.m. mother read "Kenilworth" to us while we sewed. It is splendid! I got angry and called Anna mean. Father told me to look out the word in the Dic., and it meant "base," "contemptible." I was so ashamed to have called my dear sister that, and I cried over my bad tongue and temper.

      We have had a lovely day. All the trees were covered with ice, and it shone like diamonds or fairy palaces. I made a piece of poetry about winter:–

      The stormy winter's come at last,

       With snow and rain and bitter blast;

       Ponds and brooks are frozen o'er,

       We cannot sail there any more.

      The little birds are flown away

       To warmer climes than ours;

       They'll come no more till gentle May

       Calls them back with flowers.

      Oh, then the darling birds will sing

       From their neat nests in the trees.

       All creatures wake to welcome Spring,

       And flowers dance in the breeze.

      With patience wait till winter is o'er,

       And all lovely things return;

       Of every season try the more

       Some knowledge or virtue to learn.

      [A moral is tacked on even to the early poems.–L. M. A.]

      I read "Philothea," by Mrs. Child. I found this that I liked in it. Plato said:–

      "When I hear a note of music I can at once strike its chord. Even as surely is there everlasting harmony between the soul of man and the invisible forms of creation. If there were no innocent hearts there would be no white lilies.... I often think flowers are the angel's alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn."

      [Well done, twelve-year-old! Plato, the father's delight, had a charm for the little girl also.–L. M. A.]

      Wednesday.–I am so cross I wish I had never been born.

      Thursday.–Read the "Heart of Mid-Lothian," and had a very happy day. Miss Ford gave us a botany lesson in the woods. I am always good there. In the evening Miss Ford told us about the bones in our bodies, and how they get out of order. I must be careful of mine, I climb and jump and run so much.

      I found this note from dear mother in my journal:–

      My dearest Louy,–I often peep into your diary, hoping to see some record of more happy days. "Hope, and keep busy," dear daughter, and in all perplexity or trouble come freely to your

      Mother.

      Dear Mother,–You shall see more happy days, and I will come to you with my worries, for you are the best woman in the world.

      L. M. A.

      A Sample of our Lessons.

      "What virtues do you wish more of?" asks Mr. L.

      I answer:–

Patience,	Love,	Silence,
Obedience,	Generosity,	Perseverance,
Industry,	Respect,	Self-denial.

      "What vices less of?"

Idleness,	Wilfulness,	Vanity,
Impatience,	Impudence,	Pride,
Selfishness,	Activity,	Love of cats.

      Mr. L. L.

       Socrates. Alcibiades.

      How can you get what you need? By trying.

      How do you try? By resolution and perseverance.

      How gain love? By gentleness.

      What is gentleness? Kindness, patience, and care for other people's feelings.

      Who has it? Father and Anna.

      Who means to have it? Louisa, if she can.

      [She never got it.–L. M. A.]

      Write a sentence about anything. "I hope it will rain; the garden needs it."

      What are the elements of hope? Expectation, desire, faith.

      What are the elements in wish? Desire.

      What is the difference between faith and hope? "Faith can believe without seeing; hope is not sure, but tries to have faith when it desires."

      No. 3.

      What are the most valuable kinds of self-denial? Appetite, temper.

      How is self-denial of temper known? If I control my temper, I am respectful and gentle, and every one sees it.

      What is the result of this self-denial? Every one loves me, and I am happy.

      Why use self-denial? For the good of myself and others.

      How shall we learn this self-denial? By resolving, and then trying hard.

      What then do you mean to do? To resolve and try.

      [Here the record of these lessons ends, and poor little Alcibiades went to work and tried till fifty, but without any very great success, in spite of all the help Socrates and Plato gave her.–L. M. A.]

      Tuesday.–More people coming to live with us; I wish we could be together, and no one else. I don't see who is to clothe and feed us all, when we are so poor now. I was very dismal, and then went to walk and made a poem.

      DESPONDENCY.

      Silent and sad,

       When all are glad,

       And the earth is dressed in flowers;

       When the gay birds sing

       Till the forests ring,

       As they rest in woodland bowers.

      Oh, why these tears,

       And these idle fears

       For what may come to-morrow?

       The birds find food

       From God so good,

       And the flowers know no sorrow.

      If He clothes these

       And the leafy trees,

       Will He not cherish thee?

       Why doubt His care;

       It is everywhere,

       Though the way we may not see.

      Then why be sad

       When all are glad,

       And the world is full of flowers?

       With the gay birds sing,

       Make life all Spring,

       And smile through the darkest hours.

      Louisa Alcott grew up so naturally in a healthy religious atmosphere