"So you see, my child, instead of grudging your father the property, I
had every reason to love and revere him. However, I refused this as
well as the other offer; but I accepted his present, and invested it
rather luckily. After spending a pleasant month at home--as I always
called it--I returned to London early in April, 1827. There are no two
minds alike, any more than there are two bodies; and yet how little
variety exists in polite society! Surely it were more reasonable to
wedge the infant face into a jelly-mould, to flute its ears and cheeks
like collared head, and grow the nose and lips and eyebrows into
rosettes and grapes and acorns, than to bow and cramp and squeeze a
million minds into one set model. Yet here I find men all alike, Dane
and Saxon, Celt and Norman, like those who walk where snow is deep, or
Alpine travellers lashed to a rope, trudging each in other’s footprint,
swinging all their arms in time, looking neither right nor left, and so
on through life’s pilgrimage, a file some million deep. Who went first
they do not know, why they follow they cannot tell, what it leads to
they never ask. I was marked and scorned at once, because I dared to
adopt a hat that did not scalp me in half-an hour, and a cravat that did
not throttle me; and even had the hardihood to dine when I felt hungry.
How often I longed for a land of freedom and common sense, where it is
no disgrace to carry a barrel of oysters, or shake hands with a
tradesman. I know what you are smiling at, Clara. You are thinking to
yourself, ’how different you are now, my good uncle; and wern’t you a
little inconsistent in sanctioning all this livery humbug here?’ Yes, I
am different now. I am older and wiser than to expect to wipe away with
my coat-sleeve the oxide of many centuries. As for the livery, it makes
them happy: it is an Englishman’s uniform. And I have seen and suffered
so bitterly from the violence of an untamed race, that I admire less
what I used to call the unlassoed arch of the human neck. I have seen a
coarse line somewhere,
"’And freedom made a deal too free with me,’
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