Jemmy Stubbins, or the Nailer Boy Illustrations of the Law of Kindness — Key Ideas to Explore

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Burritt, Elihu, 1810-1879 [Editor] Project Gutenberg 2004 Not confirmed
Charity -- Juvenile literature; England -- Social life and customs -- Juvenile literature; Humanitarianism -- Juvenile literature Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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Words 12,077
Reading time 53 min
Text sections 2

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Elihu Burritt's editorial note examines how the opening travel diary, the encounter with Jemmy Stubbins, and Josiah Banner's letters shape a first reading of this 1850 charity narrative, focusing on the interplay between the editor's voice and the boy nailers' own words.
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Sabbath was resting upon it, and the windows of my airy chamber looked through the foliage of grave elms down upon a green valley. I got on swimmingly; and after a frugal dinner at the little round table, I buckled on my knapsack with a feeling of self-gratulation in view of the literary part of my day's work. Having paid my bill, and given the lady a copy of my corn-meal receipts, I resumed my walk toward W----.

I was suddenly diverted from my contemplation of this magnificent scenery, by a fall of heavy rain drops, as the prelude of an impending shower. Seeing a gate open, and hearing a familiar clicking behind the hedge, I stepped through into a little blacksmith's shop, about as large an American smoke-house for curing bacon. The first object that my eyes rested on, was a full-grown man nine years of age, and nearly three feet high, perched upon a stone of half that height, to raise his breast to the level of his father's anvil, at which he was at work, with all the vigor of his little short arms, making nails. I say, a _full-grown_ man; for I fear he can never grow any larger, physically or mentally. As I put my hand on his shoulders in a familiar way, to make myself at home with him, and to remove the timidity with which my sudden appearance seemed to inspire him, by a pleasant word or two of greeting, his flesh felt case-hardened into all the induration of toiling manhood, and as unsusceptible of growth as the anvil block. Fixed manhood had set in upon him in the greenness of his youth; and there he was, by his father's side, a stinted, premature _man_ with his childhood cut off; with no space to grow in between the cradle and the anvil-block; chased, as soon as he could stand on his little legs, from the hearth-stone to the forge-stone, by iron necessity, that would not let him stop long enough to pick up a letter of the English alphabet on the way. O, Lord John Russell! think of this. Of this Englishman's son, placed by his mother, scarcely weaned, on a high, cold stone, barefooted, before the anvil; there to harden, sear, and blister his young hands by heating and hammering ragged nailrods, for the sustenance those breasts can no longer supply! Lord John! look at those nails, as they lie hissing on the block. Know you their meaning, use and language? Please your lordship, let me tell you--I have made nails many a day and many a night--_they are iron exclamation points_, which this unlettered, dwarfed boy is unconsciously arraying against you, against the British government, and the government of British literature, for cutting him off without a letter of the English alphabet, when printing is done by steam; for incarcerating him for no sin on his parents' side, but poverty, in a dark, six-by-eight prison of hard labor, a _youthless_ being--think of it!--an infant hardened, almost in its mother's arms, into a man, by toil that bows the sturdiest of the world's laborers who come to manhood through the intervening years of childhood!

Burritt begins not with a story but with a plan: he resolves to walk through England, lifting "lowly door-latches" to meet artisans and the poor. This declared method—part journal, part social inquiry—frames the book as a deliberate encounter rather than a fictional tale. The first excerpt shows him testing his routine, writing until one o'clock, then walking eight or ten miles. When rain drives him into a blacksmith's shop, he finds a "full-grown man nine years of age" perched on a stone, making nails. The description is clinical yet vivid: the boy's flesh feels "case-hardened." This opening establishes a documentary tone that governs the rest of the volume.

The Editor as Observer and Participant

Burritt's editorial voice is unusually present. He records his own breakfasts, his "corn-meal receipts," and his self-gratulation at completing a day's writing. This self-portrayal as a methodical traveler who chooses to enter a nailer's shop colors the reader's trust: we are seeing poverty through a visitor's eyes. The editor does not disappear behind the narrative; he remains a character who interprets what he sees. When he describes Jemmy as a "full-grown man" who may never grow "physically or mentally," the judgment is blunt and medical. A first-time reader should note how Burritt's observations blend sympathy with a cataloguing impulse—he is both moved and measuring.

The Shift from Travelogue to Correspondence

After the initial encounter, the book pivots to letters from Josiah Banner, a nailer boy who learned to read and write after being sent to school by American children. The letters are raw and unpolished: Josiah writes that he has "teached my father to read," and describes reading the Citizen while eating, forced to put the paper down when he reached a passage about a girl who went without milk for his sake. The shift from Burritt's composed prose to Josiah's earnest, ungrammatical sentences is abrupt. The editor does not smooth over the boy's voice; he presents it as a document. Readers should attend to this change in register—it signals that the book's authority is partly handed over to the subject himself.

Recurring Details of Money, Clothing, and Family

Throughout the excerpts, specific objects recur: gold sovereigns, suits of clothes, shawls, sixpenny bonnets. Josiah reports that the money sent for his suit also bought his sisters "a little shawl apiece." Burritt later notes that two sovereigns arrived for the younger children, causing the mother to "drop her head and wipe her eyes." These material details anchor the abstract theme of kindness in tangible transactions. A first reading should track how each gift is described—not as a symbol, but as a practical item with a cost. The book's moral argument emerges from these concrete exchanges, not from stated principles. The reader is invited to calculate, as Burritt does, how far the money went.

Josiah's Self-Portrait as a Peace Advocate

Josiah's letters reveal a boy who has adopted the language of peace and brotherhood. He promises to visit America not with "a sword in my hand" but with "a nice book in my hand or a roll of paper." He writes to "the friends of peace" and hopes to send money for Olive Leaves, a peace periodical. This self-fashioning is striking because it comes from a twelve-year-old who works "with two hammers, one with his foot, the other with his hand." The editor does not comment on the boy's transformation; he lets the letters speak. For a first reader, the question is whether Josiah's voice is authentic or shaped by Burritt's project. The excerpts offer evidence for both readings, and the book leaves the tension unresolved.

This editorial note is not a summary but a map of the book's peculiar structure: a travel diary that becomes a collection of letters, mediated by an editor who is both observer and participant. Readers who attend to the shifts in voice—from Burritt's measured prose to Josiah's urgent, misspelled sentences—will find a work that tests the boundaries between documentary and didacticism. The book asks not what kindness means, but what it looks like when enacted through coins, cloth, and correspondence.

Reading this editorial note, I remembered my grandfather’s workshop, the quiet clink of his hammers, and the way kindness passed through his calloused hands. Jemmy Stubbins feels like that—a gentleness echoing through hardship. Oddly, I once found a similar warmth in Where the battle was fought — Inside the Classic, a book that lingered like dusk settling over a field, patient and worn.

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