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 entered upon my new situation, and upon my income of eighty pounds
a-year, in a few days, and received a quarter's salary in advance. I
well knew that my father was still oppressed by liabilities, which he
was endeavouring to discharge out of forty pounds a-year, which he
received for his stewardship. I knew, and I felt also, that let a son do
for a parent what he will, he can never repay a parent's love and a
parent's cares. Who could repay a mother for her unceasing and anxious
watchings over us in the helplessness of infancy, or a father, in
providing for all our wants, in teaching us to know good from evil? I
fancied that thirty pounds a-year was enough and more than enough for
all my wants, and I dwelt with fondness on the thought of remitting them
fifty pounds out of my annual salary. Previous to entering the
counting-house of the merchant, my delight at the pleasing anticipations
before me robbed me of sleep, and for the first time caused me to feel
the hardness of my bed upon the chairs of the solicitor's chambers.
However, with a heart overflowing with joy, I entered upon my mercantile
avocations. Then, as I bustled along the streets, I felt within my heart
as though in all London there was none greater than I; I was independent
as the Lord Mayor--as happy as his Majesty. But there was one thing, a
small matter, which I forgot--it was the proverb which I have twice
quoted already, that "a penny hained is a penny gained." On leaving my
occupation as a copying-clerk, I almost unconsciously left also my cheap
and humble diet. My fellow-clerks in the merchant's counting-house dined
every day at a chop-house in Milk Street, and they requested me to join
them. I had no longer an opportunity of eating my half-loaf in secret,
and I accompanied them. Each of us had generally a chop, for which we
paid eight-pence; a fried sole, for which we were charged a shilling;
with a glass of porter during dinner, and a "go" of gin, as it was
called, and sometimes _two_, afterwards. I did not wish to be singular,
neither did I see how I could avoid doing as others did; and, moreover,
I reasoned that, with eighty pounds a-year, I was justified in living
comfortably. But this was not all. My associates were in the habit of
having their crust and cheese, and their glass of porter, in the
forenoons; and I had to join them in this also. And this, too, ran away
with pence which might have been saved. But I had not been long amongst
them, when I found that they had also evening clubs, where they met to
enjoy a pipe and a glass, and hear the news of the day. Unless I joined
one of these clubs, I found that I would be considered as--nobody. I
accompanied a comrade to one of them, and as the glass, the song, and
the merry jest went round, I was as a person ushered into a new world,
delighted with all I saw. I became a nightly attender of the club; and
although I never indulged to excess, I had completely forgotten the
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