Self Help; with Illustrations of Conduct and PerseveranceSmiles, Samuel
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Self Help; with Illustrations of Conduct and Perseverance
Smiles, Samuel
Conduct of life
William Cobbett’s account of how he learnt English Grammar is full of
interest and instruction for all students labouring under difficulties.
“I learned grammar,” said he, “when I was a private soldier on the pay of
sixpence a day. The edge of my berth, or that of my guard-bed, was my
seat to study in; my knapsack was my book-case; a bit of board lying on
my lap was my writing-table; and the task did not demand anything like a
year of my life. I had no money to purchase candle or oil; in winter
time it was rarely that I could get any evening light but that of the
fire, and only my turn even of that. And if I, under such circumstances,
and without parent or friend to advise or encourage me, accomplished this
undertaking, what excuse can there be for any youth, however poor,
however pressed with business, or however circumstanced as to room or
other conveniences? To buy a pen or a sheet of paper I was compelled to
forego some portion of food, though in a state of half-starvation: I had
no moment of time that I could call my own; and I had to read and to
write amidst the talking, laughing, singing, whistling, and brawling of
at least half a score of the most thoughtless of men, and that, too, in
the hours of their freedom from all control. Think not lightly of the
farthing that I had to give, now and then, for ink, pen, or paper! That
farthing was, alas! a great sum to me! I was as tall as I am now; I had
great health and great exercise. The whole of the money, not expended
for us at market, was two-pence a week for each man. I remember, and
well I may! that on one occasion I, after all necessary expenses, had, on
a Friday, made shifts to have a halfpenny in reserve, which I had
destined for the purchase of a redherring in the morning; but, when I
pulled off my clothes at night, so hungry then as to be hardly able to
endure life, I found that I had lost my halfpenny! I buried my head
under the miserable sheet and rug, and cried like a child! And again I
say, if, I, under circumstances like these, could encounter and overcome
this task, is there, can there be, in the whole world, a youth to find an
excuse for the non-performance?”
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