Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
Under the circumstances in which they were now placed, I was too old to
remain longer as a burden upon my parents. I therefore bade them a fond,
a heart-rending farewell; and with less than four pounds in my pocket,
took my passage from Whitehaven to Liverpool, from whence I was to
proceed by land to London. Liverpool was then only beginning to emerge
into its present commercial magnitude; and I carried with me letters to
two merchants there, the one residing in Poole Lane, the other in Dale
Street. Both received me civilly, and both asked me _what I could do?_
It was a question which I believe had never occurred to me before, nor
even to my father, up to the period of my shaking hands with him and
bidding him farewell. I hesitated for a few seconds, and I believe that
upon both occasions I stammered out the word--"_anything_."
"You can do _anything_, can you?" said the first merchant,
sarcastically; "then you are a great deal too clever for me; and I
suspect the situation of a servant of _all work_ will suit you better
than that of a clerk in a counting-house. Pray, are you acquainted with
keeping books?"
I replied that I was not.
"Then," added he, "though you can do everything, that is one thing which
I find you cannot do; and as it is the only thing that would be of any
service to me, I shall not be able to avail myself of your otherwise
universal attainments."
The cold, the sarcastic manner of this gentleman, made my very blood to
freeze within my veins; a cold shivering (I might call it the mantle of
despair) came over me, and my heart failed within me. I, however,
proceeded to Dale Street, and delivered my letter to the other
gentleman. He, as I have already intimated to you, inquired at me what I
could do. And to him, also, my unfortunate answer was "_anything_." He
smiled, but there was a kindness in his smile, and he good-humouredly
asked me what I meant by anything. I was as much at a loss to answer
him, as I had been to answer the merchant I had left.
"Have you ever been in a merchant's office?" he inquired, "or had any
practice as an accountant?"
"No," I replied.
"Then," added he, "I fear it will be difficult to find anything in
Liverpool to answer your expectations, and I would not recommend you to
waste time in it. If I could have promoted your views, I would have done
so most cheerfully; but, as I cannot, here are three guineas--(for from
the manner in which my friend speaks of you in his letter I believe you
to be a deserving youth)--they will help you onward in your journey, and
in London you will meet with many chances of obtaining a situation, that
you cannot find in Liverpool."
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