Modul 1, The­ma 1 
In Bear­bei­tung

Rea­ding: Young peo­p­le in Vic­to­ri­an England

What was it like to be young in Vic­to­ri­an Eng­land? Here’s how three young peo­p­le descri­be their lives:

“Hel­lo. My name is Emi­ly and I am 13 years old. I live with my par­ents and my brot­her Geor­ge, who is 10, in a nice house in a nice, clean part of Lon­don -I know that becau­se I have heard that other parts of Lon­don are very dir­ty, and even dan­ge­rous. We don’t go to school, we have our own tea­cher – Miss Brown – who tea­ches us at home. Of cour­se I can read and wri­te, and I can also speak French but most of all I love to sing and play the pia­no. Next year Geor­ge is going away to boar­ding school. We do our les­sons in the mor­ning and in the after­noon we go to Regent’s Park with Miss Brown – that’s a beau­tiful park in Lon­don. Then we come home for tea and our mother has tea with us befo­re she and our father go out to the theat­re or the ope­ra. Our father works in an office, and we do not see him very often. He is very strict, and we must always do what he and our mother tell us, but Miss Brown is very nice.”

“Hel­lo. My name is Tom. I’ve got seven brot­hers and sis­ters. When I was seven my father sent me to a pen­ny-a-week school. That means he paid a pen­ny a week for me to go to school, not only to learn rea­ding, wri­ting and maths, but becau­se he thought it would be safer for me than play­ing on the streets. When I was ten, he thought it was time for me to find some work, so I beca­me an errand-boy. That’s some­bo­dy who takes let­ters and things from one per­son to ano­ther per­son. I lea­ve the house at 6 o’clock in the mor­ning. My mother gives me two pie­ces of bread and but­ter, and that’s all I have till I get home in the evening. Some­ti­mes that’s very hard.”

“My name is Jen­ny. My mother is dead and I live with my aunt. She’s got three child­ren. I can’t read or wri­te, but I can make my own money. That’s more than a lot of other girls can do. I’m a flower4 girl. I work on the streets and sell flowers to the rich peo­p­le who go to the ope­ra and the theat­re. Some­ti­mes I haven’t got enough money to buy shoes – that’s all right in the sum­mer, but in the win­ter my feet get cold. Then it’s good to go home – my three cou­sins and I all sleep in the same bed, so we’re nice and warm. But that’s not so good in the sum­mer when it’s hot, so I some­ti­mes sleep in the streets. But that can be dan­ge­rous and some­ti­mes I’m scared.”