Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 22, September, 1878Various
Science
Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 22, September, 1878
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
The boy thinks it dull when there is no company at the farmhouse of a
winter evening. He then sets a pitcher of cider to warm by the fire, and
makes himself as comfortable as he can over a book. The few books he
reads are fastened minutely in his memory. He obtains _The Perfect
Gentleman_ from the district school library, and thenceforth knows what
is proper behavior for an Englishman under all circumstances. He reads
_The Vestiges of Creation_, and in afterlife is amazed to find half the
world fighting the ancient theory of evolution. His love of society
causes him to plunge into the vortex of the mite society and singing
school if he has anything decent to wear. Cheerfully he works in
pantaloons whose legs have been cut off and turned hind side before, in
order that the thin and faded places may come on the back of his legs
and the unfaded ones on his knees; contentedly he sustains them by one
suspender twisted from a solitary button in front around to another on
his right side: he knows the farmer's wife has no time to take care of
his clothes. But when old Mrs. Lyburn, a woman who can no more design a
suit of clothes than a theatre-ceiling fresco, is commissioned to make
him a coat out of an old goose-green overcoat, and a pair of trousers
out of some thick, old light cloth breeches, and when she cuts the legs
of those breeches off at top and bottom, leaving them broad enough for a
Turk, with pockets like large bags hanging down inside of them, then the
boy rebels and refuses to go anywhere. If he goes he takes his road
through Stone's Woods, and comes home the back way by the wagon-house.
The boy has grit, real grindstone grit: therefore he keeps this up, and
sooner or later he has it out with the old farmer about his clothes.
"Well, well, don't rare and pitch like a flax-break: we'll see about
it," says the old gentleman. The old farmer takes the boy to town and
buys him a sleek, shiny black suit--the coat is a long-waisted,
long-tailed frock--and he adds a pair of good "stubbid" shoes, having
strings made of leather.
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