English fiction -- 19th century; Walker, Robert, 1710-1802
determination was that all such proceedings should be put down with the
strong hand. I saw, therefore, that I was to be severely beaten; for my
father was not one who did these things by halves. It was not anger, it
was not want of feeling, that impelled him to this course; it was a
strong, though in this case surely a mistaken, sense of duty. My mother
and I, both knowing his character and feelings, knew it was in vain to
remonstrate; so I stood with terror, and my poor mother stood as pale as
death, prepared for the worst. Just at that moment, and when the
feelings of all the party, my father’s included, were almost past
endurance, the door flew open with some violence, and JOSHUA PRINCE stood
in the middle of the room! ‘Dont strike the boy,’ said he, in a firm
voice that seemed resolved to be listened to, ‘dont strike the boy, for
he does not deserve it.’ Had an angel from heaven appeared to us at that
moment, my mother and I could not have been more delighted, nor hardly
more startled than we at first were at his most unexpected and most
timely appearance; and in truth, I believe my father was not the least
relieved of the whole party. The uplifted rod dropped by his side, as it
were by instinct; and he looked at Joshua with an expression of respect
which led me to hope that the crisis of my fate was past. In the
neighbourhood of large grammar schools there is always much interest felt
in their proceedings among those inhabitants of the district who have
little or no immediate connexion with them. They are proud of the
success of the best scholars—even those who are no scholars whatever
themselves—and the head boy of a school is always spoken of with great
respect, especially by those who are in any way connected with the place,
either through their children or their own early education. My father,
therefore, had a strong feeling of almost reverence for Joshua Prince,
though he had hardly ever seen him before; and would have at once obeyed
him, even in a matter less agreeable to his feelings. The rod,
therefore, at once fell idly to his side.
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