The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1849-08-11
THE MODEL spoILT BOY.

IIo will do as he likes. He will dirty his
clothes, he will tear his trowsers, he will break
the windows, and no one shall prevent him.
lie cares nothing for nobody-nOt he; and will
cry il he chooses. He's not going to school,
he hates it, and he does not care if he's a
Ounce. MAJ said he wasn't to learn if it gave
him a headach. He likes playing best, and
only wishes he was a king, he would eat such
lots, he does. The servants are nasty crea-
tures--that they are; aud he'll tell his mamma
that they struck him, and won't they ustcatch
1t! He does not care if it's "a story Where
does he expect to go to? He knows well
enough, but he's not going to tell ~you--lt's so
Jolly likely. His papa is much richer than
yours. Won't you give him a shilling? You
won't? Well, you're a nasty, stingy man, and
ma' said you'd a big nose; and that you only
came to dinner. Oh; yes! you'd better strike
him; he kicked nurse yesterday--he should
like to see you do it. Isn't it plummy catch
ing flies and putting lem inside a watch?--he's
done it over and over again; it's such fun
Have you ever stuck cockchafers? Crickey
isn't it a lark just giving 'em paper tails and
set ZEN flying in church? lie and Harry Sim
monds melted Polly's doll, yesterday, before
the fire; there isn't a bit of the head and Shout
ders left now. He isn't a naughty boy--he'll
scream. Ma says she'd eat herself if che was
half as ugly as you. He won't take any medi-
cine--he does not care if he does die. It's
precious nasty s%tuf--ah, he's glad he's broken
the bottle. He'll tell you a secret if you
won't tell. Aunt Jane wears a wig. Pa and
ma quarrel SO, sometimes; ma says pas
brute, and then pa calls MAJ big milestone
round his neck.' He didn't steal the fruit--he
only took a maple, and two pears, and nor
ange, and a handful Of nuts--that's all. liz
won't be a good boy. He won't let 60 you
whiskers. If you'll give him a shilling p'r'ap'
he will. He won't 60 to bed. Ma let's him
sit up as long as he likes, He will stamp
He won't leave go of the table-cloth-no, he
won't. He doesn't care if he does pull all the
tea things over. Ugh! ugh! ugh! he'll tell his
MAJ Ugh! you'd better not hit him again.. ol
he'll be ill and die Of the measIes--that he
will. B~ooh-ugh-ooh hes jolly; glad he'
split the tea-urn--ho'll do it every day, if you
don't leave him alone. YOU'RE a nasty beas
-u-u-u-gh, that you are.
The Model Spoilt Boy is carried off, at last
amidst a chorus Of his own screams, but no
before he has upset several cups and saucers
and distributed his kicks very impartially al
round. The screams are continued up st0irs
and prolonged under the bed-clothes, till h
falls asleep--the only period he is ever quiet
The next day his pa determines to send hin
to school. 'Ma' opposes, and her pet chill,
r%esists; several brok en- windows attest the fur,
of the struggle, but for once the maternal au
thority is OverpOwered. The young Nero o
The nursery is packed off into the country
When he m home for the holidays, he i
wonderfully tanned; but it takes several hall
years thoroughly TO eradicate his profound say
ageness, and to make Of him a sweet child tina
foregoes his natural love for teasing the ca
s and worrying the servants, and breaking tn
windows, and putting gunpowder into tn
s%nutTeIs, and wiping his dirty hands on gentle
mems trOwsers. Sometimes he's cured {
screaming, but is troubled with dreadful fl
of sulking, that will continue for days togethe
as lift were his only consolation for no longC