The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
message; and when there was nothing of this kind to be done and I
looked very hungry, he would give me two or three handfuls of _pasta_,
or a lump of bread. He found me active, diligent, and faithful; and,
contriving to live, principally upon his charity, and to save all the
little sums which I got, I was at length enabled to purchase some
articles of decent dress, and appear at my old post with a much more
respectable exterior. The old man was delighted, not only with the
change in my appearance, but with the self-command which had furnished
me with the means; and, taking me into his shop, he asked me a great
number of questions about myself, preparatory, as it turned out, to
engaging me in his service. He could not have found one whose mind was
more open to instruction than mine. It was like a bag, ready to be
filled, for there was actually nothing in it. I could neither read,
write, nor calculate. I knew no tongue but the jargon of the
_lazzaroni_; and I didn't even know my own name--which was, perhaps,
no great evil after all. Well, at the end of three days from that time
I was fully installed as barber's boy. I learnt to shave, to dress
hair, to sharpen razors, to make perfumes and cosmetics, to bleed, and
on an occasion to draw a tooth. All this my master taught me gratis,
he having my services at the same rate. Nevertheless, he fed me, and
though neither very delicately nor very abundantly, the food was so
superior to any I had ever had before, that in despite of a lean
nature I grew fat. The little gratuities I received from time to time
furnished the small stock of clothes I wanted, and enabled me to get
some instruction in matters which did not come within the sphere of my
worthy master. I taught myself to read; I learned to write; I acquired
a competent knowledge of arithmetic. I picked up a little French
amongst the people at the port; for a Frenchman thinks that every one
is bound to speak his language, and that he is bound to speak none but
his own. I learned a great deal of Spanish, without any difficulty at
all; and at the end of five or six years I flattered myself that I was
a very accomplished barber. My old master was now beginning to be
stricken in years, and much less active than he had been; so that at
length we divided the work between us, he remaining at home, to shave
and dress those who came to the shop, and I going out to the more
courtly customers, who required attendance at their own houses. The
business still remained very good; and I cannot help flattering myself
that I had some share in keeping it up and increasing it. My old
master seemed so far sensible that this was the case as spontaneously
to offer me one-fourth of the receipts, for which I was most grateful,
although I had three-fourths of the labour. I had a sincere affection
for the old man, for he was the only father I had ever known; but he
was not destined to remain long with me. I was not nineteen when the
old man died.
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