Augustus Carp, Esq., by Himself: Being the Autobiography of a Really Good Man — John Shaqi
Augustus Carp, Esq., by Himself: Being the Autobiography of a Really Good ManBashford, H. H. (Henry Howarth), Sir
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Augustus Carp, Esq., by Himself: Being the Autobiography of a Really Good Man
Bashford, H. H. (Henry Howarth), Sir
English fiction -- 20th century; Humorous stories; Satire
With my two friends, also, Simeon and Silas Whey, I had many hours of
fruitful companionship. Equally segregated with myself from the majority
of their schoolfellows, though less upon moral and intellectual than
purely physical grounds, they were yet earnest and high-minded lads with
many notably endearing qualities. Reticent to an extreme, partly, in the
case of Silas, owing to an initial difficulty in articulating anything
at all, and in the case of Simeon, owing to a kind of laryngeal click
from which he is still unfortunately a sufferer, they appeared to find a
comfort in my own natural eloquence that I was only too glad to bestow
upon them. In return for this, their ample pocket-money was always
entirely at my disposal, and many a pound of toffee and Turkish delight
was I able to enjoy at their expense. Like myself unaddicted to
athletics, and thereby preserved from its associated vices, they would
saunter for hours with me discussing some favourite Bible character or
humming in unison some well-known hymn; and we were further united, if
that were possible, in our eventual confirmation by the self-same
Bishop.
Nevertheless, as I have said, it was chiefly upon myself that I had to
depend for company; and in my walks abroad, my studies of the
shop-windows, and my exploration of the neighbouring churches, my
closest comrade was myself, and I can honestly say that I have never
regretted it. Nor must it be supposed that the hours so spent were
entirely devoid of legitimate adventure. On two or three occasions, for
instance, I was abruptly addressed by some surprised or suspicious
verger, and once, owing to ignorance of its usual closing hours, I was
incarcerated in a local cemetery. Confined by railings too lofty to
scale and too narrowly approximated to permit egress, for a few moments
the prospects were sufficiently black to cause a sensible quickening of
my pulse. A felicitous remark, however, addressed to an under-gardener,
secured my exit by a private gate, and I hurried home, not without
relief, but none the worse for my little mischance.
Nor shall I forget the thrill, perhaps a trifle guilty, with which I
discovered, soon after I was sixteen, how to descend from a vehicle in
motion without the sacrifice of an erect position. Hitherto, like my
father, when travelling by tram or omnibus, I had always insisted upon
complete immobility prior both to entrance into and departure from one
of these public conveyances; and many a conductor had been reported by
us both for failing to secure the requisite lack of motion. Upon my
sixteenth birthday, however, perceiving that the omnibus in which I was
journeying could not be brought to a standstill at the desired position,
I decided to alight from it notwithstanding, and boldly descended from
its posterior step.
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