Market Harborough, and Inside the BarWhyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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Market Harborough, and Inside the Bar
Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
Country life -- England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Fox hunting -- Fiction
The boy had an excellent education, too—at eight, a private tutor, who
could never keep him out of the stable, and into the pockets of whose
sad-coloured garments his pupil was continually putting white-mice and
such abnormal vermin—nay, on one occasion, this long-suffering Mentor
discovered a ferret in the tail of his coat, and an eel in the crown of
his hat; at twelve, transferred to Eton, where he was placed as low as
he possibly could be, and, notwithstanding repeated floggings, and
constant wiggings from “my tutor,” persevered in the study of natural
history with an ardour that could by no means be brought to harmonise
with the rules of that elegant college. Corporal punishment is—or at
least, in young Plumtree’s day, used to be—inflicted for the following
misdemeanours, of which he was habitually found guilty, viz.:
Entertaining fighting-dogs, at an outlay of a shilling per week, and
making use of the same in their combative capacity; associating, both in
and out of bounds, with cads and such low persons, with aggressive views
on personal property in the form of hares, pheasants, etc., at Stoke,
Burnham, Thames Ditton, and elsewhere; keeping singing-birds in a bureau
that ought to have been devoted to school-books, and white-mice in the
lower drawers of the same, along with clean linen; also, and this
partiality for ferrets was one of the boy’s most remarkable
characteristics, taking a female of that species into three-o’clock
school, and producing her, so to speak, in open court; finally, never,
under any circumstances, knowing one word of his lesson.
When Plumtree left college, the head master, who, like many other head
masters, had rather a weakness for a pickle in his heart, took him
kindly by the hand, and recommended him, with perfect single-mindedness,
to devote his energies to the habits of beasts and birds, and the study
of comparative anatomy, “the only mental labour, Plumtree,” added the
don, with extreme kindness, “for which you seem either qualified or
inclined.”
A lad of such tastes was pretty sure to be sent to one of the
universities: and after an interval of a delicious twelvewmonth at home,
during which period of relaxation the young ’squire not only destroyed
every rat in every barn within a day’s ride of The Ashes, but also made
acquaintance with every tap of beer, and struck up a friendship with
every blackguard, within the same distance, this promising acolyte was
entered at Brazen-Nose, and went up to keep his terms at Alma Mater, and
acquire whatever knowledge was most adapted to his intellectual hunger,
at that repository of learning.
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