English fiction -- 19th century; Walker, Robert, 1710-1802
“‘I thought it possible,’ continued JOSHUA, ‘that you might beat him, and
so I came to tell you that he does not deserve it. He was ill-used by
Tom Hebblethwaite, and he fought like a man. Send him to school
to-morrow, and I will see that he comes by no harm—good night!’—and
Joshua disappeared in the gloom. Now, sir, you may talk of great and
generous actions, but I do not think you will easily mention one which,
as far as it goes, will surpass this of JOSHUA PRINCE. You will
recollect that he was, after all, but a boy; young and thoughtless;
delighted with the battle, and pleased that he had done justice to the
conqueror, if such I could be called. He lived down the valley towards
Newby Bridge, nearly four miles from school, and in almost an opposite
direction to Yewdale. Yet all at once, when more than half way home, and
with the prospect of supper before a hungry boy brightening as he goes,
it flashes across his mind that I may possibly be chastised undeservedly
for the day’s occurrences, and he hesitates not a moment as to what steps
he should take. He turns aside across hill and valley, bog and stream,
where there is no footpath even for the goat, forgets his supper and his
evening fishing-rod, and all to save a little boy whom he never saw
before from a beating which, from its frequency at school, and from the
way in which he had encouraged the battle, he might have been expected to
care very little about. Nor _was_ it the beating that he cared about.
It was its _injustice_ that dwelt upon his mind. The brave have an
instinctive admiration of bravery; and he did not like to think that the
little boy should be ill-used, or rather misunderstood, who had shown
such firmness and courage in the school-yard. These were Joshua’s
motives; and verily he had his reward. The gratitude towards him of our
whole family, including my sister, (of whom I shall speak by and by,) was
such that there was nothing that we would not have done for his sake.
Yet he never seemed to expect any thing; or to show that he thought
himself to have done any thing extraordinary. He paid me very little
attention at school; none, in fact, beyond what he showed to most of the
younger boys; except that when any injury was attempted towards me by any
of those who were stronger than myself, he was always ready to see
justice done me. Favouritism he scrupulously avoided. An acquaintance
between us thus commenced, which ripened almost into friendship as I grew
older, and before he left us for college. But, what is most remarkable,
his kindness towards me seemed to increase, rather than diminish, by
absence. Many a kind message of advice did he send me by fellow-pupils
while I remained at school; and he has more than once visited me in my
quiet dwelling in Salford, though he has had an earl’s son under his
care; and has brought _him_ to see the ways of Manchester, and taught him
to sympathize with its toiling population. _These_, sir, are the links,
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