English fiction -- 19th century; Horror tales; Penny dreadfuls
“Pipes, and slippers, and papers were everywhere; and even as he
paced the room, noiselessly and long, he puffed his pipe, and looked
forth into the court-yard beneath, where nought was heard but the
cool and mossy spray-splashing fountains, sparkling in the moonlight,
and throwing up jets of diamond and ruby-like spray.
“‘And now,’ he thought, ‘the present is the most momentous moment
of my life! How I have longed for it through long and tedious years
of mental drudgery and toil! And yet, now I go forth to the world
fatherless, friendless, and moneyless. I begin the battle of life
alone!’”
“Why, that is my case exactly,” said Ned, thoughtfully, as he read
on. “I wonder who this chap turns out to be? Surely not my father! If
so, I have gone through all that sort of thing exactly as he did.”
He turned over a leaf of the manuscript, and read on:—
“He thought of the long distant time when, as a boy, he played and
rolled on the grass plats, forgetful of books and lessons—of scaling
the walls, and rambling in the forests.
“Yet year followed year, and he ripened into youth, and passed the
collegiate course, a credit to his tutors and himself.
“Fatherless and motherless he knew he was.
“But who had fed and clothed and educated him, were questions he
could not answer.
“He never wanted for aught that a gentleman required, yet he felt a
pang of pride to think he might be a ‘charity student,’ for in answer
to all inquiries the grey-haired President always smiled, took his
arm, and said,
“‘Edward, ask no questions—at least not yet; finish your studies as
creditably as you have begun—ask for anything you require—know that
you are a gentleman by birth, and _not_ a subject of charity, and
when you have obtained your degree, put as many questions as you
wish. They shall all be fitly answered, and to your satisfaction.’”
“Why, this is my case to a dot,” said Ned, as he still read on.
“Commencement day at the college was always a grand affair, and
its many attractions were such, that not only parents and friends,
but strangers from all parts flocked thither to hear the orations,
inspect the prizes, and see the troops reviewed.
“Such were the crowds that always came on that occasion, that hotels
were crammed, and the college theatre was far too small, so that the
exercises were always held in the open air.
“The whole of the quadrangle was decorated with flags and banners,
and tiers of raised seats, sheltered from the sun by awnings, while
in the centre arose the stage, formed like a Grecian temple, with
columns of imitation marble, on which, in a semi-circle, the faculty
sat in solemn state to confer degrees, while round about the cadets
formed a guard of honour, with bands and flags, and brilliant
uniforms. Graduates, one by one, had delivered their orations amid
great applause.
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