Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3) — John Shaqi
Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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Second to None: A Military Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
He was the person who had prepared and executed the will which
transferred my heritage to my cousin, Tony Gauntlet--a will which he
framed with peculiar satisfaction, as he hated my father for making
free with his orchard in boyhood, and in later years for laying a
horsewhip across his shoulders at the market-cross of Greenlaw, so in
his sanctified dwelling I was likely to have a fine time of it!
For ten years I resided with the godly Nathan Wylie, a repining
drudge, ill-fed, ill-clad, and poorly lodged, in one of those attics
which he apportioned to Abraham Clod, his groom, his pigeons and
myself--uncared for by all; and not unfrequently taunted with the
misfortunes of my parents for whom I sorrowed, and the neglect of my
grandfather whom I had learned to abhor and regard with boyish terror.
I picked up a little knowledge of law--at least such knowledge as one
might learn in the office of a Scotch country agent in those days. I
mastered, I believe, even "Dirlton's Doubts," and other equally
amusing literature then in vogue; while Nathan Wylie took especial
care that I should know all the shorter catechism, and other biblical
questions by rote, that I might be able to repeat them when the
minister paid us his periodical visit, though my elbows were
threadbare, my shoes none of the best, and my eyes and brain ached
with drudging at the desk far into the hours of the silent night,
penning prosy documents, preparing endless processes, and not
unfrequently writing to dictation such an epistle as the following,
which I give _verbatim_ as it actually appeared in a Border paper:--
"DEAR SIR,--I am directed to raise an action against you to-morrow
for the sum of one penny, together with the additional sum of three
shillings and fourpence, sterling, the expense of this notice, if
both sums be not paid me before 9 a.m.
"Yours, faithfully in the Lord,
"NATHAN WYLIE.
"To Farmer Flail, &c."
In early life he had married an old and equally devout female client
for the money which he knew well she possessed; and as that was all
he wanted, after her death he never married again, but devoted
himself manfully to the practice of the law and extempore prayer--an
external air of great sanctity being rather conducive to success in
life in too many parts of Scotland.
Poor Nathan has long been laid six feet under the ground; but in
fancy I can still see before me his thin figure, with rusty black
suit and spotless white cravat; his sharp visage, with keen,
restless, and cat-like eyes, that peered through a pair of horn
spectacles, and with shaggy brows that met above them. Moreover, he
had hollow temples, coarse ears, and a tiger-like jaw, which he
always scratched vigorously when a case perplexed him, or with
satisfaction when some hapless client was floored in the field of
legal strife.
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