<h2>AUTHORSHIP</h2>
<p>Authorship prevails in nurseries—at least in some nurseries.
In many it is probably a fitful game, and since the days of the Brontës
there has not been a large family without its magazine. The weak
point of all this literature is its commonplace. The child’s
effort is to write something as much like as possible to the tedious
books that are read to him; he is apt to be fluent and foolish.
If a child simple enough to imitate were also simple enough not to imitate
he might write nursery magazines that would not bore us.</p>
<p>As it is, there is sometimes nothing but the fresh and courageous
spelling to make his stories go. “He,” however, is
hardly the pronoun. The girls are the more active authors, and
the more prosaic. What they would write had they never read things
written for them by the dull, it is not possible to know. What
they do write is this—to take a passage: “Poor Mrs. Bald
(that was her name) thought she would never get to the wood where her
aunt lived, she got down and pulled the donky on by the bridal . . .
Alas! her troubles were not over yet, the donky would not go where she
wanted it, instead of turning down Rose Lane it went down another, which
although Mrs. Bald did not know it led to a very deep and dangerous
pond. The donky ran into the pond and Mrs. Bald was dround.”</p>
<p>To give a prosperous look to the magazine containing the serial story
just quoted, a few pages of mixed advertisements are laboriously written
out: “The Imatation of Christ is the best book in all the world.”
“Read Thompson’s poetry and you are in a world of delight.”
“Barrat’s ginger beer is the only ginger beer to drink.”
“The place for a ice.” Under the indefinite heading
“A Article,” readers are told “that they are liable
to read the paper for nothing.”</p>
<p>A still younger hand contributes a short story in which the hero
returns to his home after a report of his death had been believed by
his wife and family. The last sentence is worth quoting: “We
will now,” says the author, “leave Mrs. White and her two
children to enjoy the sudden appearance of Mr. White.”</p>
<p>Here is an editorial announcement: “Ladies and gentlemen, every
week at the end of the paper there will be a little article on the habits
of the paper.”</p>
<p>On the whole, authorship does not seem to foster the quality of imagination.
Convention, during certain early years, may be a very strong motive—not
so much with children brought up strictly within its limits, perhaps,
as with those who have had an exceptional freedom. Against this,
as a kind of childish bohemianism, there is, in one phase of childhood,
a strong reaction. To one child, brought up internationally, and
with somewhat too much liberty amongst peasant play-mates and their
games, in many dialects, eagerness to become like “other people,”
and even like the other people of quite inferior fiction, grew to be
almost a passion. The desire was in time out-grown, but it cost
the girl some years of her simplicity. The style is not always
the child.</p>
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