It is now my task to introduce this young gentleman to my readers.
Frederick Conyers, a cornet in his Majesty's Hussars, was the only son
of a very distinguished officer, Lieutenant-General Conyers, a man
who had not alone served with great reputation in the field, but held
offices of high political trust in India, the country where all his life
had been passed. Holding a high station as a political resident at a
native court, wielding great power, and surrounded by an undeviating
homage, General Conyers saw his son growing up to manhood with
everything that could foster pride and minister to self-exaltation
around him. It was not alone the languor and indolence of an Eastern
life that he had to dread for him, but the haughty temper and
overbearing spirit so sure to come out of habits of domination in very
early life.
Though he had done all that he could to educate his son, by masters
brought at immense cost from Europe, the really important element of
education,--the self-control and respect for other's rights,--only to
be acquired by daily life and intercourse with equals, this he could not
supply; and he saw, at last, that the project he had so long indulged,
of keeping his son with him, must be abandoned. Perhaps the rough speech
of an old comrade helped to dispel the illusion, as he asked, “Are you
bringing up that boy to be a Rajah?” His first thought was to send him
to one of the Universities, his great desire being that the young man
should feel some ambition for public life and its distinctions. He
bethought him, however, that while the youth of Oxford and Cambridge
enter upon a college career, trained by all the discipline of our public
schools, Fred would approach the ordeal without any such preparation
whatever. Without one to exert authority over him, little accustomed to
the exercise of self-restraint, the experiment was too perilous.
To place him, therefore, where, from the very nature of his position,
some guidance and control would be exercised, and where by the
working of that model democracy--a mess--he would be taught to repress
self-sufficiency and presumption, he determined on the army, and
obtained a cornetcy in a regiment commanded by one who had long served
on his own staff. To most young fellows such an opening in life would
have seemed all that was delightful and enjoyable. To be just twenty,
gazetted to a splendid cavalry corps, with a father rich enough and
generous enough to say, “Live like the men about you, and don't be
afraid that your checks will come back to you,” these are great aids
to a very pleasant existence. Whether the enervation of that life of
Oriental indulgence had now become a nature to him, or whether he had no
liking for the service itself, or whether the change from a condition of
almost princely state to a position of mere equality with others, chafed
and irritated him, but so is it, he did not “take to” the regiment, nor
the regiment to him.
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