1825-1830.] 
FAMILY LIFE. 
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were buried in the vault in Christ Church Cathedral. The 
surviving children were all blessed with excellent health, 
good tempers, and loving dispositions. If they never 
quarrelled, the reason must have been that they never had 
idle playtime. There was always something to do,— 
their animals to feed, or their gardens to tend, or, if a wet 
day came, they all adjourned to the dining-room and sat 
round the big table helping Mrs. Buckland to cut and paste 
cardboard into strong neat little trays for specimens, while 
one of the party read aloud, generally from a book of 
travel or Arctic voyage. If the book was not illustrated 
—and illustrated books were rare fifty years ago—Mrs. 
Buckland would be sure to have found some old pictures 
or illustrations of some sort to show them on the subject. 
Like their father, she never taught her children without 
a picture or a piece of paper and charcoal at hand. To 
give zest to their Bible readings they had some quaint 
engravings in Mrs. Trimmer’s two little square books. 
Anthony Trollope once told one of the children, when, 
years later, they were talking together over the days of 
their youth, that his mother used the same little books for 
him, and that he “ loved them.” 
On one point only Dr. Buckland was a strict father. 
He never allowed his children to be unemployed. Those 
who were too young to work, folded up old letters, kept 
ready to be made into spills for the lighting of their 
fathers Winchester Taper, which he always used to read 
by. When postage stamps first came into use, it was the 
children’s work to cut them up and stick them on the 
envelopes. Pennies were earned for doing these little 
