In My Gazebo you will
find many different and helpful items. From candle making to
Victorian hints about beauty, health, manners and your household...I
hope you'll find something of interest to you.
School and Home
I’ve come to school; I
grieve to find
Life’s undergone a change;
I sigh for all I’ve left behind,
Here everything is strange.
My mother used to tell each friend
I was a clever lad,
Yet somehow I don’t comprehend
My grammer, “Dic.,” or “Grad.”
My little sisters used to laugh
At all my clever fun,
But fellows think it “larks” to chaff
Whene’er I make a pun.
My sisters always let me bat
When we at cricket played,
But here they soon reversed all that
And I to field am made.
We don’t get pudding every day,
They never give us soup;
They jeer if I propose to play
My favourite game of hoop.
Whatever I may chance to say,
The big boys call it cheek
And kick me; if I run away
They call me “little sneak!”
If only my mamma could know
To-night I get the cane,
She’d telegraph to let me go
Straight back to her again!
