Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
General
Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
I seldom laid my head upon my pillow but I resolved that, on the
following day, I would reform my course of life, and again practise
economy. But, alas! I "resolved and re-resolved," and lived the same. At
this period, however, my own conscience was my only accuser and
tormentor. For although in a country town my habit of spending every
evening with a club, at a tavern, might have been registered against me
as a vice, in London it did not so militate, and was neither noted nor
regarded. I was punctual in my attendance at the counting-house--always
clean, and rather particular in my person; (and I must say, that I do
not know a town on the face of the habitable globe, where the
certificate of dandyism, or of something approaching to it, will be of
greater service to a young man than in London. It has struck me a
hundred times, that the two chief recommendations for obtaining a
situation there, are _dress_ and _address_.) I was not exactly what
could be called a good-natured person, but there was a free and easy
something about my disposition, which rendered me a favourite with my
fellow-clerks. I also was pleased with their society, and it was seldom
that I could resist the temptation of accompanying them wheresoever they
went when solicited, and which was in general to all their parties of
pleasure. When I said to myself, in the language of Burns--"Come, go to,
I will be wise," and began to practise retrenchment in one item of my
expenditure, I heedlessly plunged into other sources equally
extravagant. For my old maxim, which had proved a friend to me on my
first coming to London, was completely forgotten; and I neither thought
of saving a penny nor taking care of a shilling. Indeed, so far had I
forgotten these maxims, that on many occasions I reasoned with myself,
saying--"Oh, it is _only_ a shilling or two--there is nothing in that. I
will go, or I will do it." But I forgot the sum to which that _only_,
repeated three hundred and odd times in the year, amounted. In short, I
had fallen into a habit which would have prevented me, had my salary
been a thousand a-year, from being either richer or happier than I was
when I had but ten shillings a-week.
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