The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Biography; Explorers -- Africa -- Biography; Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904
Mrs. Williams gave me a few empty cases, out of which, with the loan of
a saw, hammer, and nails, I constructed a creditable book-case; and,
when it was put up, I do believe my senses contained as much delight as
they were able to endure, without making me extravagant in behaviour. My
attic became my world now, and a very great expansible world, full of
kings, emperors, knights, warriors, heroes, and angels. Without, it
might have been better, less sordid; within, it was glorious for great
deeds and splendid pageantry. It affected my dreams, for I dreamed of
the things that I had read. I was transported into Trojan Fields, and
Odyssean Isles, and Roman Palaces; and my saturated brain revolved prose
as stately as Gibbon’s, and couplets that might have been a credit to
Pope, only, if I chanced to remember at day-break what I had been busy
upon throughout the night, the metre and rhyme were shameful!
My self-indulgence in midnight readings was hurtful to my eyes, but they
certainly interposed between me and other harms. The passion of study
was so absorbing that it effectually prevented the intrusion of other
passions, while it did not conflict with day-work at the store. Hall and
Kemp’s young gentlemen sometimes awoke in me a languid interest in Ben
de Bar’s Theatrical troupe, or in some great actor; but, on reaching
home, my little library attracted my attention, and a dip into a page
soon effaced all desire for other pleasure. What I am I owe to example,
nature, school-education, reading, travel, observation, and reflection.
An infinitesimal amount of the mannerisms observed clung to me, no
doubt. The housewifely orderliness of Aunt Mary, the serious propriety
of Cousin Moses,--then, when I went to sea, the stern voice of the
captain, the ripping, explosive manner of the mates, the reckless
abandon of the sailors,--after that, the conscientious yielding of
myself to details of business,--all this left indelible impressions on
me.
* * * * *
About the fourth week Mr. Stanley returned, with a new batch of orders.
He warmly congratulated me upon my improved appearance, and
confidentially whispered to me that Mr. Speake was thoroughly satisfied
with my devotion to business. He gave me his card, and said that on the
following Sunday he would be glad to see me at breakfast.
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