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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Careless Mathilda</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! <br>Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?<br>Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes all lost; <br>Your housewife here, and there your workbag toss'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fie, fie, my child! indeed this will not do, <br>Your hair uncomb'd, your frock in tatters, too; <br>I'm now resolved no more delays to grant,<br>To learn of her, I'll send you to your aunt. ' <br>In vain Matilda wept, entreated, pray'd, <br>In vain a promise of amendment made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arrived at Austere Hall, Matilda sigh'd, <br>By Lady Rigid when severely eyed: <br>'You read and write, and work well, as I'm told,<br>Are gentle, kind, good-natured, and not bold; <br>But very careless, negligent, and wild–<br>You'll leave me, as I hope, a different child. ' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little girl next morn a favour asks;<br>'I wish to take a walk.'–'Go, learn your tasks,' <br>Replies her aunt, 'nor fruitlessly repine: <br>Your room you'll leave not till you're call'd to dine. ' <br>As there Matilda sat, o'erwhelm'd with shame, <br>A dame appear'd, Disorder was her name:<br>Her hair and dress neglected–soil'd her face, <br>Her mien unseemly, and devoid of grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here, child, ' said she, 'my mistress sends you this,<br>A bag of silks–a flower, not work'd amiss–<br>A polyanthus bright, and wondrous gay, <br>You'll copy it by noon, she bade me say. ' <br>Disorder grinn'd, and shuffling walk'd away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Entangled were the silks of every hue,<br>Confused and mix'd were shades of pink, green, blue; <br>She took a thread, compared it with the flower: <br>'To finish this is not within my power. <br>Well-sorted silks had Lady Rigid sent, <br>I might have work'd, if such was her intent. ' <br>She sigh'd, and melted into sobs and tears: <br>She hears a step, and at the door appears<br>A pretty maiden, clean, well-dress'd, and neat, <br>Her voice was soft, her looks sedate, yet sweet. <br>'My name is Order: do not cry, my love; <br>Attend to me, and thus you may improve. ' <br>She took the silks, and drew out shade by shade, <br>In separate skeins, and each with care she laid; <br>Then smiling kindly, left the little maid. <br>Matilda now resumes her sweet employ, <br>And sees the flower complete–how great her joy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leaves the room–'I've done my task,' she cries; <br>The lady look'd, and scarce believed her eyes; <br>Yet soon her harshness changed to glad surprise: <br>'Why, this is well, a very pretty flower,<br>Work'd so exact, and done within the hour! <br>And now amuse yourself, and walk, or play.' <br>Thus pass'd Matilda this much dreaded day. <br>At all her tasks, Disorder would attend; <br>At all her tasks, still Order stood her friend. <br>With tears and sighs her studies oft began, <br>These into smiles were changed by Order's plan. <br>No longer Lady Rigid seem'd severe: <br>The negligent alone her eye need fear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the day, the wish'd-for day, is come, <br>When young Matilda may revisit home. <br>'You quit me, child, but oft to mind recall<br>The time you spent with me at Austere Hall. <br>And now, my dear, I'll give you one of these<br>To be your maid–take with you which you please. <br>What! from Disorder do you frighten'd start? ' <br>Matilda clasp'd sweet Order to her heart, <br>And said, 'From thee, best friend, I'll never part. '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ann+Taylor">Ann Taylor</a><div class=q>
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Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?
Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes all lost; 
Your housewife here, and there your workbag toss'd. 

'Fie, fie, my child! indeed this will not do, 
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