The Maid of SkerBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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The Maid of Sker
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Foundlings -- Fiction; Romance fiction; Wales -- Fiction
In this encouragement and prospect I have little faith, knowing how much
more people care about what they eat than what they read. Nevertheless I
will hope for the best, especially as my evenings now are very long and
wearisome; and I was counted a hopeful scholar, fifty years agone
perhaps, in our village school here--not to mention the Royal Navy; and
most of all, because a very wealthy gentleman, whose name will appear in
this story, has promised to pay all expenses, and £50 down (if I do it
well), and to leave me the profit, if any.
Notwithstanding this, the work of writing must be very dull to me,
after all the change of scene, and the open air and sea, and the many
sprees ashore, and the noble fights with Frenchmen, and the power of
oaths that made me jump so in his Majesty's navy. God save the King, and
Queen, and members of the Royal Family, be they as many as they
will--and they seem, in faith, to be manifold. But His power is equal to
it all, if they will but try to meet Him.
However, not to enter upon any view of politics--all of which are far
beyond the cleverest hand at a bait among us--I am inditing of a thing
very plain and simple, when you come to understand it; yet containing a
little strangeness, and some wonder, here and there, and apt to move
good people's grief at the wrongs we do one another. Great part of it
fell under mine own eyes, for a period of a score of years, or something
thereabout. My memory still is pretty good; but if I contradict myself,
or seem to sweep beyond my reach, or in any way to meddle with things
which I had better have let alone, as a humble man and a Christian, I
pray you to lay the main fault thereof on the badness of the times, and
the rest upon human nature. For I have been a roving man, and may have
gathered much of evil from contact with my fellow-men, although by
origin meant for good. In this I take some blame to myself; for if I had
polished my virtue well, the evil could not have stuck to it.
Nevertheless, I am, on the whole, pretty well satisfied with myself;
hoping to be of such quality as the Lord prefers to those perfect
creatures with whom He has no trouble at all, and therefore no
enjoyment.
But sometimes, taking up a book, I am pestered with a troop of doubts;
not only about my want of skill, and language, and experience, but
chiefly because I never have been a man of consummate innocence,
excellence, and high wisdom, such as all these writers are, if we go by
their own opinions.
Now, when I plead among my neighbours, at the mouth of the old well, all
the above, my sad shortcomings, and my own strong sense of them (which
perhaps is somewhat over-strong), they only pat me on the back, and
smile at one another, and make a sort of coughing noise, according to my
bashfulness. And then if I look pleased (which for my life I cannot help
doing), they wink, as it were, at one another, and speak up like this:--
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