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
I burst into tears as he spoke, and put the money in my hands. The
kindness of the one merchant had affected me more than the chilling
irony of the other. The one roused my indignation, the other melted my
heart. But I was indebted to both; for both had given me a lesson of
what the world was, and both had rendered me more sensible of the
dependence and hopelessness of my situation.
In order to husband my resources, I proceeded to London on foot, and
when I arrived there, I found myself to be like a bird in a wilderness,
or a helmless vessel on a dark sea. The magnitude of the city, its busy
thousands, its groaning warehouses, where the treasures and luxuries of
every corner of the globe are piled together, the splendour of its
shops, the magnificence of its squares, and the lordly equipages which
glittered in the midst of them, moved me not. They scarcely excited my
observation. My soul was filled with thoughts of my own prospects; and I
wandered, dreaming, from street to street, moving at a pace as though I
had been sauntering by the side of one of my native lakes, and I
appeared as the only individual in the great city who had no aim, and no
urgent business which required me to move rapidly, as others did. I
delivered all the letters that I brought with me, and I was again asked,
as I had been in Liverpool--_what I could do?_ But I did not, as I did
there, reply, _anything_. I, however, was puzzled how to answer the
question. The truth was, I was utterly ignorant of business. I had been
brought up amongst those mountains, with merely a knowledge that there
was such a thing. In fact, my ideas of it hardly extended beyond giving
out goods with one hand, and receiving money for them in the other. The
word _commerce_ was to me as a phrase in a dead language. I had fancied
to myself that the sea was a great lake, over the whole expanse of which
I should be able to gaze at once, and see the four quarters of the globe
around it: and my ideas of what ships were, were gathered from the
boats which I had seen upon Keswick. On the day on which I left my
parents' roof, I heard my old schoolmaster console them with the
assurance, that "there was no fear of me, for _I was fit for anything_."
While such testimony, from his lips, comforted them, it cheered me also,
and it caused me to look upon myself as a youth of high promise, and of
yet higher expectations. But now, when I was left to myself, with all my
talents and acquirements ready to be disposed of in any market, I found
that my general qualifications, my fitness for anything, amounted to
being qualified for nothing, when reduced to particulars. Days, weeks,
months passed away, and I was still a wanderer upon the streets of the
modern Babylon.
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