Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
General
Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
sketched, and the artist and I became friends. Neither of us had
wherewith to purchase a breakfast; but, in the forenoon, he had to call
upon a printseller in the Strand with some of his pieces in
water-colours, and we parted with a promise to meet again on the
following day. But an accident, which I shall afterwards mention,
prevented me from keeping my engagement; and we parted without the one
knowing the name of the other. I have not again met with him; but, until
this hour, I regret that I learned not the name of a young artist, whom
I met with under such circumstances, and whose productions manifested
high genius, a correct taste, and a skilful hand. Now, at this period,
sir, I should tell you that the greater part of the day was generally
spent in attempts to sleep upon the seats in the Park; and, dreadful as
the pangs of hunger were, at length (and this is no idle saying), I
could have been content to die beneath their rage, to have purchased but
one hour of rest and repose. The agony of hunger yields to the agony of
sleep."
"And do you really say, doctor," inquired the farmer, "that ye have
suffered a' this in a Christian land, even in this city? I hardly think
it possible."
"Some may doubt it," replied Robert, earnestly; "but the remembrance of
what I have endured will live as a coal of fire in my heart for ever;
and the fiftieth part of what I suffered has not been told you. But,
sir, before I proceed farther with my story, allow me to go back to
another part of my history, and advert to another circumstance. You will
remember--it is more than a dozen years ago--a military gentleman, whom
we generally called Colonel Forster, took up his residence on the banks
of the Esk, a few miles from Longtown. He was, I believe, a
lieutenant-colonel in the service of the East India Company."
"I remember him perfectly well, Mr Musgrave," said the farmer, "and know
him yet; and, moreover, I also remember that ye was particularly fond of
his daughter Bertha, and that it was said that it wasna her beauty ye
was in love wi', but her siller; for the colonel was understood to be a
perfect nabob, and I have heard that he forbade you to come about the
house."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account