The Life of Sir Rowland Hill and the History of Penny Postage, Vol. 2 (of 2)Hill, Rowland, Sir
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The Life of Sir Rowland Hill and the History of Penny Postage, Vol. 2 (of 2)
Hill, Rowland, Sir
Hill, Rowland, Sir, 1795-1879; Postal service -- Great Britain -- Rates
A day or two later he begged me to go and see
him. I found him in bed, and very weak. He did not think, he said, that
he was dying, but it might be that he really was. It had always been
his habit, he added, throughout life to prepare for every contingency,
and therefore he wished to see me now. What he said could not, for the
present at least, fitly be set before the reader. He showed, however,
that in the blow that had thus suddenly fallen upon himself, his
feelings and his fears were all for those who had so long been dear to
him.
Such a life as this, secluded though it was, could not be free from
the losses that are common to the race. The old family group began to
grow thin before his eyes. His two elder brothers went first, to be
followed before long by his only surviving sister. They, however, had
all reached a ripe age. In the death of his eldest daughter, and of
more than one of his grandchildren, he felt the far deeper sorrow that
comes on the old when they see the young gathered to the grave before
them. He would tell with sad pride how one of these little ones had
once had the courage to call him to account. The child, who was but
three years old, one day when playing with his elder brother, had seen
his grandfather give a little dog a slight blow with a switch:--
"The hall being rather dusk, their grandfather did not perceive
that the two boys were there, or he would not, in their presence,
have struck Trottie. Later in the evening the children came to
say good-night, and were leaving the room when he noticed signs
of hesitation, followed by a whispered consultation outside the
halfclosed door. They were evidently settling which should be
spokesman. Probably F., although much the junior, volunteered
his services, as, when they re-appeared holding one another by
the hand, in a tone of deep solemnity, as befitted the occasion,
he said, 'Grandpapa, why did you beat Trottie?' The old man was
delighted with the child's courage in thus calling him to account;
and, bidding the lads come close to him, reminded them that any
noise made his head ache; that, should either of them make any
noise, he should never think of beating them, but should ask them
to be more careful for the future, well knowing that they would
attend to his wishes; but that it would be of no use to talk to
Trottie, who must either be kept out of his room altogether, which
their grandmamma would not like, or must be taught, by means of the
little switch, not to bark there. The boys retired fully satisfied
with the explanation."
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