The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 02 (of 12) — John Shaqi
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
‘About the same time, my father indulged another whim; whether he was
led to it by any particular accident, I cannot tell. I must have been
about five years old, when he put me under the tuition of a player on
the violin, who was a public performer of some repute. Either parental
fondness led my father to believe, or he was flattered into the
supposition, that I had an uncommon aptitude for the art I had been put
to learn. I shall never forget the high praises I received, the
affirmation that I was a prodigy, and the assurances my teachers gave
that I should soon be heard in public. These dreams were never realized.
‘My father was under great obligations to my uncle John, and was afraid,
especially just at that time, of disobliging him. My uncle’s pride took
the alarm; and after marking his disapprobation, he asked with contempt,
“Do you mean to make a fiddler of the boy?” My practice on the violin
therefore ceased; and it is perhaps worth remarking, that, though I
could play so well before I was six years old, I had wholly forgotten
the art at the age of seven; for, after my master left me, I never
touched the instrument. In the days of my youthful distress, I have
sometimes thought, with bitter regret, of the absurd pride of my uncle.
CHAPTER II
‘Thus far my infantine life had passed under much more favourable
circumstances than are common to the children of the poor. But, when I
was about six years old, the scene suddenly changed, a long train of
increasing hardships began, and I have no doubt my sufferings were
rendered more severe from a consciousness of the little I had suffered
till then. This may therefore be properly considered as the first
remarkable era in my life.
‘How far the state of my father’s affairs might contribute to the steps
he took, is more than I now can tell: but on a sudden the house-keeping
broke up, the horses were sold, and we went into Berkshire, somewhere
beyond Ascot Heath, about thirty miles from London, where my father had
taken a house. What became of his effects, in what manner they were
sold, and of every circumstance of that kind, I am totally ignorant.
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