The sexagenarian; or, the recollections of a literary life (Volume 1 of 2)Beloe, William
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The sexagenarian; or, the recollections of a literary life (Volume 1 of 2)
Beloe, William
Authors, English; Beloe, William, 1756-1817; English literature -- Anecdotes
I would now give the character of my instructor, but as I wish my secret
not to be disclosed, I am aware that I must use no common circumspection.
I do not now indeed dread the lightning of his eye, the thunder of
his voice, or the weight of his arm; but I do not wish the bonds of
complacency and civility, so long established between us, to be broken.
If any one therefore shall think he can individually apply what follows,
be it at his peril, not mine.
My master then, be it known, was a most extraordinary personage; not
less distinguished in literature than in politics. Indeed they who know
him best, and do not love him least, have constantly been of opinion,
that if he had consecrated more of his time to the first pursuit, and
much less to the latter, he would have enjoyed a far larger portion both
of public esteem and of public honours. As a master, he was severe,
wayward, and irregular. What he imposed in the form of exercise, was not
always consistent with the time and capacities to be employed. He would,
in solemnity of tone and manner, declare from his awful tribunal, that
henceforth he should be in the school at six, and punish those who were
absent with the utmost severity. He would observe this for two or three
mornings, when it passed away like a dream, and was heard of no more.
Prejudice against individual boys, and strong partiality in favour of
others, is perhaps in some degree unavoidable, but he did not always
take the trouble to conceal or disguise it. I was not in his favour;
but at this distance of time, and at a period when no foolish self-love
predominates, I verily believe that he had no justifiable motive for
his dislike. An anecdote here occurs, not much worth relating, perhaps,
except to demonstrate, that confusion and perplexity of countenance and
demeanour, on being accused of an offence, do not always demonstrate
guilt.
A very reprehensible act of indelicacy had been perpetrated in the
apartment of one of the upper boys, such as it might be reasonably
supposed no gentleman would commit. It could only have been done by one
in the higher part of the school, or by a servant; the lower school was
denied the opportunity of access. The upper boys were assembled by the
master in his library, a place which none of us ever approached without
dismay. After a long preparatory discourse, each was called upon to
declare his innocence upon his honour. Why he suspected me, I never could
imagine, but he from time to time cast such terror-striking looks on me,
that they were irresistible. I declared myself innocent upon my honour,
but I was so perplexed and agitated, that I must have appeared guilty to
every one but the real culprit himself.
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