London (England) -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
I have often wondered why it was never discovered that I practised the
fiddle in the garret. To be sure, it was only at those hours when my
father was on the wharf. When I had the door shut and the windows open
the maids below thought, I suppose, that the sounds came from the next
house. However that may be, I was never found out.
Now this fondness for music produced an unfortunate result. The sight of
a book of arithmetic always filled me with a disgust unspeakable. The
sight of a book of accounts inspired me with loathing. The daily aspect
of my father's clerks all sitting in a row on high stools, and all
driving the quill with heads bending over the paper, made me, even as a
child, believe theirs to be the most miserable lot that Fortune has to
offer her most unhappy victims. I still think so. Give me any other kind
of life: make me a bargee: a coal-heaver: a sailor before the mast: an
apothecary: a schoolmaster's usher: in all these occupations there will
be something to redeem the position: but for the accountant there is
nothing. All day long he sits within four walls: his pay is miserable:
his food is insufficient: when in the evening he crawls away, there is
only time left for him to take a little supper and go to his miserable
bed.
Imagine, therefore, my loathing when I understood that at the age of
sixteen I was to take my place among these unfortunates, and to work my
way towards the succession which awaited me--the partnership held by my
father--by becoming a clerk like unto these others whom I had always
pitied and generally despised. From that lot, however, there was no
escape. All the partners, from father to son, had so worked their way.
The reason of this rule was that the young men in this way acquired a
knowledge of the business in all its branches before they were called
upon to direct its enterprise, and to enter upon new ventures. I daresay
that it was a good practical rule. But in my own case I found it almost
intolerable.
I was unlike the clerks in one or two respects: I had good food and
plenty of it. And I received no salary.
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