William Cobbett: A Biography in Two Volumes, Vol. 1Smith, Edward
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William Cobbett: A Biography in Two Volumes, Vol. 1
Smith, Edward
Cobbett, William 1763-1835
dress, the simplicity of my manner, my confident and lively
air, and, doubtless, his own compassion besides, induced the
gardener, who was a Scotchman, I remember, to give me victuals,
find me lodgings, and set me to work. And it was during the
period that I was at Kew, that the present King (Geo. IV.), and
two of his brothers laughed at the oddness of my dress, while
I was sweeping the grass-plat round the foot of the pagoda.
The gardener, seeing me fond of books, lent me some gardening
books to read; but these I could not relish after my ‘Tale of a
Tub,’ which I carried about with me wherever I went; and when
I, at about twenty [24] years old, lost it in a box that fell
overboard in the Bay of Fundy, in North America, the loss gave
me greater pain then I have ever felt at losing thousands of
pounds.”
How long the employment at Kew lasted, and how he got home again,
does not appear. The life at Farnham was probably resumed before
the approach of winter; for, either the year before this, or that
immediately succeeding, he mentions being sent down from Farnham to
Steeple Langford, in Wiltshire, with a horse; remaining at the latter
place “from the month of June till the fall of the year.”
Cobbett must have been about fourteen years of age at the time alluded
to in the following incident:--
“My father used to take one of us with him every year to
the great hop-fair at Weyhill. The fair was held at Old
Michaelmastide, and the journey was to us a sort of reward
for the labours of the summer. It happened to be my turn to
go thither the very year that Long Island was taken by the
British. A great company of hop-merchants and farmers were
just sitting down to supper as the post arrived, bringing in
the ‘Extraordinary Gazette,’ which announced the victory. A
hop-factor from London took the paper, placed his chair upon
the table, and began to read with an audible voice. He was
opposed, a dispute ensued, and my father retired, taking me by
the hand, to another apartment, where we supped with about a
dozen others of the same sentiments. Here Washington’s health,
and success to the Americans, were repeatedly toasted, and this
was the first time, as far as I can recollect, that I ever
heard the General’s name mentioned. Little did I then dream
that I should ever see the man, and still less that I should
hear some of his own countrymen reviling and execrating him.”
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