Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
From the first I found myself in a very good position in the school. The
principal and teachers knew who had sent me and this settled my status
with them. And I knew that the principal had received a letter, for Mr.
Percy told me that he would write, and that I need have no fear of my
reception or treatment. The boys soon learned that the magistrate and
collector of Muggerpur was my patron. They also knew that I received two
letters a week from him, and so probably concluded that I must be of
some account. When I became better acquainted I read some of the letters
or paragraphs to some of my intimates, and this had its effect, for the
letters were such that any boy or man might be proud of receiving. They
might talk of their fathers, and though I never had one I could show
them that I was not friendless. These things gave me a standing with the
boys. Besides I had a superior outfit, comprising everything that a boy
could want in school. My clothes were of the best material and made in
the best style, some of them by a “Europe” tailor. I think there is
nothing that gives a boy such self respect as good fitting clothes. Some
of the boys, and I pitied them, had clothes that could only humiliate
them. “The apparel oft proclaims the man,” and I think often greatly
helps to make the man. Their trousers were either so long as to drag on
the ground or so short as to expose their legs, and their coats hung
like bags from their shoulders. How could a boy rigged in such fashion
stand erect and be polite?
Then I had two good trunks, not boxes, with spring locks, in which I
could keep everything safely and neatly. These trunks were the
admiration of my fellows. Later in life I have thought of the value of
the impression those trunks made on the minds of my room-mates. The
whole outfit of a man is a delineation of character. It has a subjective
influence on the man himself and reveals to others the style of the
owner. It seems nothing would humiliate me more than to go among
strangers with a box or trunk, the hinges broken, the lock gone and the
thing bound up with rope. I would certainly make an allowance, as I
always have done, for poverty. I have never, since I was taken up by my
best friend, been in want of money; yet I have seen so many to whom an
ana was of more value than rupees to others, that I have not only a
respect, but a profound sympathy for the poor. Still I cannot excuse
negligence or laziness in not repairing a hinge or lock to a box, when
it would require but little labor or expense.
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