The Poacher; Or, Joseph RushbrookMarryat, Frederick
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The Poacher; Or, Joseph Rushbrook
Marryat, Frederick
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction; Poachers -- Fiction
"What other professions have you been?"
"I have been--let me see--I almost forget; but I'll begin at the
beginning. My father was a gentleman, and until I was fourteen years
old I was a gentleman, or the son of one; then he died, and that
profession was over, for he left nothing; my mother married again, and
left me; she left me at school, and the master kept me there for a year,
in hopes of being paid; but, hearing nothing of my mother, and not
knowing what to do with me, he at last (for he was a kind man) installed
me as under usher of the school; for, you see, my education had been
good, and I was well qualified for the situation, as far as capability
went: it was rather a bathos, though, to sink from a gentleman's son to
an under usher; but I was not a philosopher at that time. I handed the
toast to the master and mistress, the head ushers and parlour boarders,
but was not allowed any myself; I taught Latin and Greek, and English
Grammar, to the little boys, who made faces at me, and put crooked pins
on the bottom of my chair; I walked at the head of the string when they
went out for an airing, and walked upstairs the last when it was time to
go to bed. I had all the drudgery, and none of the comforts I was up
first, and held answerable for all deficiencies; I had to examine all
their nasty little trowsers, and hold weekly conversation with the
botcher, as to the possibility of repairs; to run out if a hen cackled,
that the boys should not get the egg; to wipe the noses of my mistress's
children, and carry them if they roared; to pay for all broken glass, if
I could not discover the culprit to account for all bad smells, for all
noise, and for all ink spilled; to make all the pens, and to keep one
hundred boys silent and attentive at church; for all which, with
deductions, I received 40 pounds a year, and found my own washing. I
stayed two years, during which time I contrived to save about 6 pounds;
and with that, one fine morning, I set off on my travels, fully
satisfied that, come what would, I could not change for the worse."
"Then you were about in the position that I'm in now," said Joey,
laughing.
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