The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 02 (of 12)Hazlitt, William
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The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 02 (of 12)
Hazlitt, William
English essays -- 19th century
‘I doubt if Mr Woodcock was at home on my arrival. His family was small,
and had the air of being genteel. It consisted of himself, his wife, and
their daughter, who was about eleven years old. All that I can now
recollect of Mrs. and Miss Woodcock, is, having seen them very neatly
dressed in white, that the mother assumed a very superior but obliging
manner, and that I stood much in awe of her. Trees were thinly scattered
to some distance round the house: the parlour was very neat, and rather
spacious. In this I received one of those early lessons in moral
honesty, which produce a greater effect on the mind of a child, or even
of a youth, than is generally supposed. One afternoon, the tea-things
and sugar-bason being set out in the parlour before Mrs. and Miss
Woodcock had come down, I was passing the door, and that delicious bait
of boyhood, a fine lump of sugar, caught my eye. I looked, considered,
looked again, saw nobody, found it irresistible, and venturing step by
step on tiptoe, seized the tempting prize, thinking myself secure: but
as I turned back to hasten away with it, the first object that struck me
was a young gentleman, stretched either on a chair or sopha behind the
door, with a book in his hand, a look directed to me, and a smile on his
countenance. I cannot express the shame I felt: but I immediately
returned the sugar to its place, cast down my eyes, and slunk away, most
heartily mortified, especially when the young gentleman’s smile broke
out into a laugh.
‘I forgot to mention, though it will easily be supposed, that when I
entered on my new profession, my dress was changed, and I was made to
look something like a stable-boy.
‘Miss Woodcock was a very neat little girl, and it somehow happened,
though I know not by what means, that I soon got rather in favour with
her. She would whisper with me when we met near the house, chide me if
she saw what she thought an impropriety, and once or twice condescended
to be half or quite angry with me, while I did all in my power to please
her. These trifling advances, however, which spoke rather the innocence
of the age, than the intention of the mind, were soon put an end to by
an accident that had nearly proved fatal to me.
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