Booksellers and bookselling -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Poets -- Fiction
There was another means also by which his father sought to increase
his knowledge of the practical sciences. He would accompany him daily
into the streets at all hours of the morning, afternoon and evening. He
made him familiar with many labyrinths among the highways and byways
of the great city. He gave him an insight into many obscure methods of
acquiring pieces of silver. He would denote the character of individual
persons as they passed by; and above all, he strove to make the boy
familiar with the language that was in daily use about him, and with
the plane of ideas of those who used it.
In the course of one of these daily lessons his father pointed out a
boy kneeling at the edge of the pavement with a box before him, some
brushes and a pot of blacking.
“That boy, beloved one,” said his father, “maintains his place in the
scheme by removing the mud from the boots of the passers-by. Observe
him now cleansing those of the man in the tall bright hat. For so doing
he will be rewarded with a small piece of silver, and with that piece
of silver he will obtain food and a roof for his head.”
“I don’t understand, my father, I don’t understand,” said the boy in
deep perplexity. “If the man in the tall bright hat gives away to
others the pieces of silver he possesses because he is too proud to
bear a little mud on his boots, how can he obtain food for himself, and
how can he sustain the little room in which he dwells?”
“We will follow in the footsteps of that man,” said his father, “and
seek to find out the means by which he gains his own pieces of silver
in such profusion.”
For many weeks the boy’s education in the practical sciences was
conducted in this fashion; and although at first he lived in a state of
deep perplexity, and was often overcome by the feeling that he would
never find a key to these bewildering enigmas that made up the life of
the great world out of doors, which now for some inscrutable purpose
he was called upon to enter, perseverance, study and devout patience
furnished him at last with some kind of reward.
Not less than two years of concentrated effort was necessary ere the
boy began to make real progress in the least subtle of the astonishing
complexities of that potent civilization of the West as evolved in
the latter days of the nineteenth century of the Christian era. But
as one slight piece of knowledge after another rewarded his intense
application, he seemed to derive some ground of certainty from his
successes, so that by the time he was nearly eighteen years of age he
had pieced together these hard-won fragments of experience in such
numbers that they wove themselves into a kind of fabric of lucid ideas.
Endowed with this basis upon which to stand, he felt the hour to be
at hand when the courage and the capacity would be his to make some
sort of an entrance into the life of men and things, in the actual and
visible out-of-doors world.
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