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The history of Giles Gingerbread, a little boy, who lived upon learning Trip, Tom [1820?]

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Who Lived upon Learning.
Pnaled by J. Kendrew, Colliesgate
Who lived mpott Learning.
TOM TU1P, to his Cowpanio?i$.
Old Gingerbread,  with wisdom sound,
Sells useful knowledge by the pound,
Ami feeds the little folks, who're good,
At once with learning and with food*
What say you, friends, Shall we go buy ?
Aye, aye I—WboVfirbt then, you or I ?
And avvav thev ran for a book.
Printed ;md S0i b\ h Ketukow, ftolljei^
 Roman Capital Letters.
Old English Capital and Small Letters.
'   One day as Gaffer Gingerbread was
  coming from work, he saw little Giles,
aa3CI3<£4r<ffif?&3Ej&3&3C M $ wll° was ra£Sed as a colt' S?ting Vp
<© 33 '<© 211 ^ C m 1 Mil v © %        behind Sir Toby Thompson s coach;
. *   v   r   r - - r. r t *    <    upon which he called to him:  here,
Italic Capital and Small Letters.
abed ej'g h i j k imn o p q r s t u
v w x y z   ce ce Jifffl
Giles, come hither to me.    I see, srjb
his father, you want to get upon the
coach, but you  are climbing at the
wrong place,  Giles;   you should endeavour to get in at the door.     Yes,
father, said the boy, but that place is
not for poor folks.   Not for poor folks,
replied the father, yes, but it is;   a
poor man or a poor boy may get a
coach if he will endeavour to deserve
it.    Merit and industry may entitle a
man to any thing.     Why, Sir Toby,
was poor once, yes, as poor as  thee,
Giles: do not be disheartened,  boy,
only when you climb, climb in a proper manner,  and at the right place,
and  I  will  tell you how  Sir Toby
managed it.    But see, the Pig has got
out of the sty.    Put him in first, and
then  I will tell  vou.    Giles   ran   as
fybt m he could to put in thfe Pig, £as
ipu here see) for he had learned to do
as he Was bid, or he would never have
made either a good boy of a great
man/ There is no doing any good;
for boys and girls who are obstinate^
and will not take advice and do as
they are bid. No, no! such child-*
ren never have made great men and
women; but are neglecte^ ami di>
An Episode; shewing how Sir Toby
Thompson became a great man, and
obtained so much money, and such
a fine coach.
Giles came back puffing and blowing, now father, tell me, now father,
tell me, says he, how I may get such
a fine coach as Sir Toby's Ay, says
the father, that I will, Giles; I will
tell you how Sir Toby got his, and
If you behave in the same manner that
Sir Toby did, you may get one also,
and take up your poor father to ride
with you, when he is grown old and
Sir Toby Thompson was the son of
Goody Thompson, and lived at this
little Hut upon the Green.    His mother was a poor widow, and had three
children. Toby was the eldest, and
as she was obliged to go out every
day to washing, scouring, and such
sort of work, she left little Toby at
home to take care of his brother and
sister, and lead them about.
It happened one day that Goody
Thompson had no victuals to leave thfe
children, and they were all crying at
the time., when Mr. Goodwill, a rich
London tradesman, who had a house
in this county, was going by* Bless
me, says Mrs. Goodwill, who was with
her husband, what is the matter with
these poor children, and stepping up
to the littji one, wh$t do you cry fpr?
Said she ; t am hungry, answered the*
child ; and I want some bread, cried
the other. And what do you cry
for ? says Mrs. Goodwill to Toby,
because i have no bread to give to my
brother and sister, says the boy. This
is a hard case, says Mrs. Goodwill ; I
pity the poor children, let us take them
home with us and feed them. Ay,
with all my heart, says Mr. Goodwill;
I pity both the children and their
mother, and I like the biggest boy
much ; for he who could forget his
own wants, and cry for those of his
brother and sistei*. must have a srood
heart. So for all they were fine folks,
Mr. Goodwill took up one child, and
Mrs. Goodwill the other, and carried
them on> leaving Toby to trot by
himself, as you may seuu
i> «M^^» «*.-»»
When the children had a belly full,
they no longer cried; but went to
play till the evening, when their mother came crying for them, and told
Mr. and Mrs. Goodwill her case.
Mr. Goodwill gave her money, and
allowed her so much a week, towards
the maintenance of herself and children, and took little Toby and sent him
to school;   where he behaved very
Vell: and soon learnt to read and
to write. After some time, Mr. Goodwill took him home to his house m
London, to run errands, and do any
other business for the servants and
clerks  in his   shop   and countnxg-
°Now it happened that though Miv
Goodwill was a very honest, chant-
able, and good man, yet he was not
•altogether so wise and prudent as one
would expect a man to be who lived
in London, and knew the world; for   \
he was very fond of horses, frequently
went to Newmarket, and other races,
and kept  two   race-horses   himself*
which ran away with half of the profit of his trade.    They were kept at a
great expence,   turned his thoughts
from business, and led him into betting and gaming, wliich  were scandalous.    At the time that he was so
taken up with his horses, he had the
misfortune to have a servant in his
house who was not honest;   which
Toby discovered, and wrote to his mas*
ter about it, but in a disguised hand,
and without putting any name to the
letter.    Enquiry was made, and money and goods were missing.    Upon
which all the servants were examined
except Toby, and as he was a boy, and
thought; incapable of defending himself, the thief laid the robbery on him.
Mr. Goodwill, without that consideration which is necessary on these occasions,  ordered  him  immediately  to
pack up his things, and go about his
business.    Yes sir, says Toby, crying,
but first hear me.    1 know that you
have been defrauded, sir, and I thought
it my duty, as you was my master to
inform you of it.     I wrote you a letter, sir,* in a feigned hand, and without a name, when you was at New*-
market, but at the corner of the letter
you will find a private mark, by which
you may know it to be mine, and \
should not have done this had I been
guiltv of the robbery.    No sir, you
have'been a father to me; and 1 have
been just and honest to you; but Una
man has not, (pointing to the thief,)
for I saw him take goods privately
out of the warehouse, and carry them
to the pawnbrokers.  The master was
astonished! he looked at the letter,
found the mark, and saw the boy was
innocent,   and then   searching   the
pawnbrokers, the goods were found.
Toby knew it was his duty not only
to be honest himself, but if possible,
to make others so, and you will presently see how God Almighty blessed
him for it, and how he was rewarded
for his fidelity.
After this, Mr. Goodwill placed
great confidence in Toby, and his affairs so prospered, that he became
very rich. He then took in Toby as
a partner with him, and at his death
left him the whole trade, and a large
sum of money, which is still increas-
ing; and from being a little ragged
boy, and living in the hut, he now
rides in his coach.
Think of this, my dear Giles, and
learn your book, and say your prayers, and go to church, and be honest,
good, and industrious, that you may
get a coach also.
Jlorv   Utile   Giles Jnt  acquired his I
AS soon as Gaffer Gingerbread had
finished this story of Sir Toby and his
coach, little Giles ran up to his father,
and begged that he would give him a
hook, and teach him to read, that he
might become as great a man as Sit
Toby Thompson.
Gaffer Gingerbread, who was a
pretty good scholar pulled a book out
of his pocket, and sitting down under
a tree with Giles on his lap, now, says
he, if you will be a good boy, and
mind what I say, you may soon learn
to read. You must know, Giles, that
all the words in the world are spelt,
or made up, of these twenty-four
marks or letters, pulling out of his
pocketan alphabet cut in pieces, which
he had made of gingerbread, for he
was by trade a gingerbread baker*
These he placed in this manner:
a b c d e f g h i j klmn op q
All the words in the world, said
Giles, laughing; yes, sirrah, says the
 ■ -*.'■» -
father, what do you laugh at? I say
all the words in the world; all the
words that you and all the people in
the world can think on, may be spelt
with these letters differently placed.
Then let me hear you spell top, said
Giles, so you shall, said the father.
See here is a t, an o, and a p,—and
these placed together make top. Ay,
that is a little word, says Giles, but you
cannot spell plumb-pudding; why,
yes, I can, said the father, see here is
a p, an I, a u, an m, and a b, which
placed thus, make plumb ; and here is
another p, and a u, a d, and another
d, an i, an ?i, and a g, which being
placed thus, make pudding; these two
words put together make plumb-pud*
Let me spell, father, says Giles, and
taking the gingerbread letters in his
hand, what shall I spell,said he; why,
the name of the thing you see, quoth
the father, then I'll spell goose, says
the boy ; so saying, he took up a g,
a u, aujf, and an e, and placed them
thus, gufe; you blockhead, is that
your manner of spelling, says the father, who would certainly have been
angry, but at this instant, farmer Milton's hog ran at the geese and goslings
- ■■■ --   -
that were before him, run Giles, run*
said the father, away he flew to save
the goslings, which he did with the
the help of the gander, who laid hold
of the hog's ear to keep him off.
See what affection these creatures
have for their Wiling, and what care
they take of them, what will not a father atid mother do to preserve their
children; and children ought to do*
the same to their parents, but they are
naughty children who do riot Consider
this, though God Almighty has promised long life to those who do. " Honour thy father and thy mother, that
thy days may be long in the land
which the Lord thy God giveth thee."
Giles came back crying, (see here
he is,) and told his father that the
geese hissed and laughed at him. Ay,
that is because you cannot read, an*
swered the father, come hither, Giles,
says he, you must learn to know all
the letters, and the sound they have
alone, and when joined to others, before you can spell and read. In the
word you attempted to spell, you
have taken an/instead of an &, and a
V instead of oo, for want of knowing
the letters and their sounds, here take
pp this A-, and look at him well: yon
_ -*
 see he is very different from the rest.
Upon this, Giles took up the letters,
and then he read A, A, says he. Ay,
Mr. A, I shall know you again, apple
for that. B, B, you are not at all like
A, Mr. B, I should be a blockhead if
I did not know you. C, C, I shall
know you Mr. C, indeed, and so will
every body that loves custard. D,
D, drum and dumpling will make me
know you, Mr. D. E, E, eggs and
eel-pie for ever. F, F, fine folks and
furmity for you, Mr. F. G, G, Gingerbread and gooseberry fool will always make me love you Mr. G. H,
H, hog's puddings and hot cockles for
ever. I, I, Jack Jones the inkle
weaver, will put me in mind of you,
Mr. I. K, K, come, Mr. K, you shall
help me to make a kite. L, L, my
little lamb and my lark will help me
to remember you, Mr. L. M, M,
Money for you Mr. M, when I can
get it, and when I fool it away, you
shall call me monkey. N, N, nuts
and Nancy for ever. O, O, oranges,
one a penny, two a penny, oranges.
P, P, Punch and the puppet show,
huzza. Q, Q, you stand for quail,
Mr. Q, and I shall always think on
you when I see a queer fellow, R,
R, you are a raven, Mr. R, and a rat
catcher. S, stands for swan; T, T,
oh, Mr. T, I know you by my top and
trumpet. U, U, Unicorn for that.
W, W, a man can never forfeit you
when he has a wild duck for dinner.
X, X, you look so cross, that I shall
know you again by your double face,
Y, Y, you are like my yeHow hammer, Mr. Y. Z, is a zany, who loves
not his book, or his master, or school.
 Gites was fond of his book, and as
his father gave* him a new one every
day, which he eat up, it may be truly
said he lived upon learning. Siiv Toby, hearing what a good boj^ he was,
took him to London in his coach, and
no doubt, he will soon get one of his
own ; when he does, we shall let our
readers know it.    Farewell.
Giles  Gingerbread  he lov'd  cream,
custard and curds ;
And good books so well, that he eat
up his words.
See here's little Giles,
With his Gingerbread boolf,
For which he doth long,
And at which he doth look ;
Till by longing and looking.
He gets it by heart,
And then he eats it up,
As we eat: up a U$rt?
A boy there was, so wild and gay, T-
He minded nothing but his play, I
Nor would he give the smallest heed
To learn to write, or learn to. read.
Of cyphering he could nothing do,
Nor tell how many would make two;
In short, he used no more his head,
Than if his brains were made of lead ;
One way indeed he us'd it well,
And what that was, I now will tell;
Why on his head, and either hand,
He took a pride upright to stand;
And to see his heels in the air,
Made children laugh, and blockheads
He thought a mighty feat he'd done,
And call'd it making rare good fun.
Besides this, on his hands and pate,
He could move on at a great rate ;
And,   like  a  wheel, go round  and
round, [[ground.
Head,   hands,  and   feet,   upon  the
He also well could climb a tree,
Just like a squirrel, or monkey ; •
And had he been of either race,
On neither had he brought disgrace.
But born, as he was, of human kind,
And bless'd with sense, with speech,
and mind,
It was a shame to spend his days
Only in learning monkey ways.
In vain it was, his parents strove,
To make him more his lesson love ;
Do what they would he still resisted,
And in his foolish pranks persisted.
Day after day new plans they tried,
Whilst hourly he those plans defied,
And idled on through every day,
Till his whole youth was past away.
His youth w:as gone, and with it fled
All charms of standing on his head,
Nor could he any longer feel
The joy of turning like a wheel,
Nor could the climbing of a tree,
Afford him now the smallest glee.
In  short, tho' grown both old and
Nor able for to skip or play,
lie was as silly as a boy,
Without one friend, without one joy;
Despis'd by all his name who knew,
Unable any thing to do
But eat, and sleep,  and  sometimes
Unfit to join in social talk ;
For so uncultur'd was his,mind,
No conversation could he find.
In line, unto the human race
lie was a burden and disgrace.
Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace,
And not to chance as others do,
That l was born of Christian race,
And not a Heathen or a Jew.
What would the ancient Jewish kings*
And Jewish prophets once have giv'n ^
Could they have heard those glorious things
Which Christ reveafd and brought from
How glad the heathens would have been,
That worship'd idols, wood* and atone,
If they the book of God had seen.
Of Jesus and his gospel known !
Then if this gospel I refuse,
How shall I e'er lift up my eyes ?
For all the Gentiles and the Jews
Against me wrill in judgment rise*
I F,Nt% a CAR.
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