Carus Wilson, Child’s First Tales, 1836
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emma_in_dreamCarus Wilson is known now as the original of Mr Brocklehurst, the despised, hypocritical patron of the thinly-disguised school Charlotte Bronte attended. She blamed him for the death of two of her sisters in the poorly run school where they were forced to listen to interminable sermons while being cold and hungry. He was recognised as such at the publication of *Jane Eyre* – with people in Yorkshire discussing it openly. He wrote a pamphlet arguing that it was slander.
Other than that, he was known as the editor of the best selling children’s evangelical magazine *The Child’s Friend* and of numerous children’s stories like this one I transcribe here for your consideration. In fact they all appear to be variations of the one given below, first published in 1836 in a short story collection.
‘Do look at that bad child. She is in the pet. She would have her own way. Oh! How cross she looks!. And oh! What a sad tale have I to tell you of her. She was in such a rage, that all at once God struck her dead. She fell down on the floor, and died. No time to pray. No time to call on God to save her poor soul. She left the world in the midst of her sin. And oh! Where do you think she is now? I do not like to think of it. But we know that bad girls go to hell when they die, as well as bad men. I do not think this poor girl’s rage is now at an end, though she is in hell. She is in a range with her-self. She is in a rage to think of her bad deeds here on earth. My child, take care of such sins. Pray that you may be meek and low-ly in heart like your dear Lord and Sa-vi-our.’
What is there to say about this terrifying story?
Well, on the positive side (and there’s not much there), kudos to Wilson for managing to write a story in age-appropriate language. It’s almost all in single syllables for early readers and the few longer words are split up for easier comprehension.
On the other hand, who would want their child to comprehend this terrifying and horrible story? This is not Jesus letting the children come to him, or having many rooms in his house for all, or anything happy or clappy. This is some serious Old Testament fire and brimstone. I mean, there are actual flames and burning for eternity in this story! It is the most effective horror story I have ever read.
Trying to be fair, I do understand where this came from. There was a virulent form of evangelical Protestantism popular from the 17th to 19th centuries which asserted that people could only attain salvation by consciously acknowledging God as their savior. The correlation of this was that children who died before they were old enough went to hell. For centuries Christians had had the comforting belief that children who died before they were seven went to limbo where they waited for eternity, rather than hell, but this hard core Puritans didn’t believe that. So they were in a frenzy to get their children to believe as soon as possible.
In an era of high child mortality, it was a pressing matter. And sometimes when you read their diaries or letters you feel real sympathy for them. Poor Harriet Beecher Stowe read her teen aged son’s letters again and again, searching for a sign that he had found God before he died but concluded that he had not. There was a seventeenth-century diary I read where the woman was consoling herself about her son’s death at the age of three, remembering his favourite game of ‘telling sermons’ and believing he had been old enough to believe.
Carus Wilson is coming from there – he was trying to get children to accept God as young as possible, from what I am prepared to accept was a genuine (though misconceived) belief this was for the best. But man, he was a fruitcake. And he could also have done a lot more good by feeding the kids at his charitable school a lot more. The girls at the school had to eat their Sunday lunch in the cold antechamber of his church because it was too far to walk back to the school between services. Note that they were going to two church services while sustained by one slice of bread with butter.
Other than that, he was known as the editor of the best selling children’s evangelical magazine *The Child’s Friend* and of numerous children’s stories like this one I transcribe here for your consideration. In fact they all appear to be variations of the one given below, first published in 1836 in a short story collection.
‘Do look at that bad child. She is in the pet. She would have her own way. Oh! How cross she looks!. And oh! What a sad tale have I to tell you of her. She was in such a rage, that all at once God struck her dead. She fell down on the floor, and died. No time to pray. No time to call on God to save her poor soul. She left the world in the midst of her sin. And oh! Where do you think she is now? I do not like to think of it. But we know that bad girls go to hell when they die, as well as bad men. I do not think this poor girl’s rage is now at an end, though she is in hell. She is in a range with her-self. She is in a rage to think of her bad deeds here on earth. My child, take care of such sins. Pray that you may be meek and low-ly in heart like your dear Lord and Sa-vi-our.’
What is there to say about this terrifying story?
Well, on the positive side (and there’s not much there), kudos to Wilson for managing to write a story in age-appropriate language. It’s almost all in single syllables for early readers and the few longer words are split up for easier comprehension.
On the other hand, who would want their child to comprehend this terrifying and horrible story? This is not Jesus letting the children come to him, or having many rooms in his house for all, or anything happy or clappy. This is some serious Old Testament fire and brimstone. I mean, there are actual flames and burning for eternity in this story! It is the most effective horror story I have ever read.
Trying to be fair, I do understand where this came from. There was a virulent form of evangelical Protestantism popular from the 17th to 19th centuries which asserted that people could only attain salvation by consciously acknowledging God as their savior. The correlation of this was that children who died before they were old enough went to hell. For centuries Christians had had the comforting belief that children who died before they were seven went to limbo where they waited for eternity, rather than hell, but this hard core Puritans didn’t believe that. So they were in a frenzy to get their children to believe as soon as possible.
In an era of high child mortality, it was a pressing matter. And sometimes when you read their diaries or letters you feel real sympathy for them. Poor Harriet Beecher Stowe read her teen aged son’s letters again and again, searching for a sign that he had found God before he died but concluded that he had not. There was a seventeenth-century diary I read where the woman was consoling herself about her son’s death at the age of three, remembering his favourite game of ‘telling sermons’ and believing he had been old enough to believe.
Carus Wilson is coming from there – he was trying to get children to accept God as young as possible, from what I am prepared to accept was a genuine (though misconceived) belief this was for the best. But man, he was a fruitcake. And he could also have done a lot more good by feeding the kids at his charitable school a lot more. The girls at the school had to eat their Sunday lunch in the cold antechamber of his church because it was too far to walk back to the school between services. Note that they were going to two church services while sustained by one slice of bread with butter.
