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Kennicy (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
t, and Mr. Speake turned round to two young gentlemen, one of whom he called Mr. Kennicy, and the other Mr. Richardson, and acquainted them with my engagement as a hre, I was free of the severe thraldom, and elevated to the rank of man. Messrs. Kennicy and Richardson were good types of free-spoken young America. They were bothird month there was a change at the store. Mr. Speake had some words with Mr. Kennicy, the book-keeper, who, being, as I said, touchy, resigned on the spot. A Mrhe old man would be informed. From what I gathered, the former book-keeper, Mr. Kennicy, was supposed to be in fault. We were short of several boxes of biscuits, sardines, and other articles; and it seemed obvious that Mr. Kennicy must have omitted to enter sales on his book, and thus caused this unexpected discrepancy. Mr.al dignity, and I replied with something of the spirit that I had admired in Mr. Kennicy and Mr. Richardson, and said:-- Very well, sir. You may discharge me at
McCreary (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
orning newspaper. From his sober dark alpaca suit and tall hat, I took him to be the proprietor of the building, over the door of which was the sign, Speake and McCreary, Wholesale and Commission Merchants. He sat tilted back against what appeared to be the solid granite frame of the door, with a leisured ease which was a contra bright. The gentleman's benevolence had been immense, and as yet I knew not even his name, his business, or what connection he had with the store of Speake and McCreary. I was in the midst of strangers, and, so far, my experience of them had not been of that quality to inspire confidence. In a short time, however, Mr. Richardsclerk entered, fresh and scented as for courtship, took off their street coats, and donning their linen dusters, resumed business. About nine, Mr. James Speake--McCreary was dead — appeared with the mien of gracious masterhood, which to me was a sign of goodness, and stimulative of noble efforts in his service. Early in 1891,
Richardson (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
whom he called Mr. Kennicy, and the other Mr. Richardson, and acquainted them with my engagement as a help to Mr. Richardson in the shipping business. The generosity of my unknown friend had been soff. This was the extent of the information Mr. Richardson could give me, which was most gratifying, dressed, and eminently cordial — especially Richardson, whom I warmly admired. My first day's emlacquemine, Attakapas, Opelousas, etc., etc. Richardson was, in the meantime, busy in making out bilth's pay, that I might procure an outfit. Mr. Richardson, who boarded in the more fashionable Rampathough, in the presence of Mr. Kitchen and Mr. Richardson, he could only ask, querulously, How couldd into, etc., etc. Both Mr. Kitchen and Mr. Richardson, under this argument, laboured under the ss. Ellison and McMillan. Messrs. Kitchen and Richardson departed elsewhere, but I was retained by thirit that I had admired in Mr. Kennicy and Mr. Richardson, and said:-- Very well, sir. You may d[7 more...]
English (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
o Messrs. Ellison and McMillan. Messrs. Kitchen and Richardson departed elsewhere, but I was retained by the new firm. Mrs. Cornelia Speake and her two children removed to Louisville, and I never saw either of them again. About this time there came to Mrs. Williams's boarding-house a blue-eyed and fair-haired lad, of about my own age, seeking lodgings. As the house was full, the landlady insisted on accommodating him in my room, and bedding him with me; and, on finding that the boy was English, and just arrived from Liverpool, I assented to her arrangement. My intended bed-fellow called himself Dick Heaton, and described himself as having left Liverpool in the ship Pocahontas, as a cabin-boy. He also had been a victim to the hellish brutality of Americans at sea, the steward apparently having been as callous and cruel as Nelson of the Windermere ; and, no sooner had his ship touched the pier, than the boy fled, as from a fury. Scarcely anything could have been better calcula
Mayo (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
room in the house of Mrs. Williams. My increase of pay enabled me to secure a larger and more comfortable room; but, detesting change, I remained its occupant. My self-denial was compensated, however, by a fine surplus of dollars, with which I satisfied a growing desire for books. So far, all the story-books I had read, beyond the fragments found in School-readers, consisted of that thrilling romance about Enoch and his brothers, a novelette called First Footsteps in evil, Kaloolah, by Dr. Mayo, which I had found at Ffynnon Beuno, and Ivanhoe, in three volumes, at which I had furtively glanced as it lay open in my cousin's study at Brynford. Through the influence of cheap copies of standard books, millions of readers in America have been educated, at slight cost, in the best productions of English authors; and when these have been delegated to the second-hand bookstalls, it is wonderful what a library one can possess at a trifling expense. There was such a stall existing conve
Tasso (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
tablished, I invested my surplus in purchases of this description, and the bookseller, seeing a promising customer in me, allowed me some latitude in my selection, and even catered to my tastes. The state of the binding mattered little; it was the contents that fascinated me. My first prize that I took home was Gibbon's Decline and fall, in four volumes, because it was associated with Brynford lessons. I devoured it now for its own sake. Little by little, I acquired Spenser's Faery Queen, Tasso's Jerusalem delivered, Pope's Iliad, Dryden's Odyssey, Paradise lost, Plutarch's Lives, Simplicius on Epictetus, a big History of the United States, the last of which I sadly needed, because of my utter ignorance of the country I was in. Mrs. Williams gave me a few empty cases, out of which, with the loan of a saw, hammer, and nails, I constructed a creditable book-case; and, when it was put up, I do believe my senses contained as much delight as they were able to endure, without making m
Americans (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
s boarding-house a blue-eyed and fair-haired lad, of about my own age, seeking lodgings. As the house was full, the landlady insisted on accommodating him in my room, and bedding him with me; and, on finding that the boy was English, and just arrived from Liverpool, I assented to her arrangement. My intended bed-fellow called himself Dick Heaton, and described himself as having left Liverpool in the ship Pocahontas, as a cabin-boy. He also had been a victim to the hellish brutality of Americans at sea, the steward apparently having been as callous and cruel as Nelson of the Windermere ; and, no sooner had his ship touched the pier, than the boy fled, as from a fury. Scarcely anything could have been better calculated to win my sympathy than the recital of experiences similar to my own, by one of my own age, and hailing from the same port that I had come from. Dick was clever and intelligent, though not well educated; but, to make up for his deficiency in learning, he was gift
James Speake (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
building, over the door of which was the sign, Speake and McCreary, Wholesale and Commission Merchanhis world, and he feared that if his friend James Speake had seen cotton fluff and dust on my jacketoked first-rate. By the time we returned to Speake and McCreary's store, Mr. James Speake had puts, or what connection he had with the store of Speake and McCreary. I was in the midst of strangersd deal of safe business in produce both with Mr. Speake and other wholesale merchants. He travelledthat they became undisguisedly angry because Mr. Speake happened to ask them why some order for good morning, by half-past 6, I was at the door of Speake and McCreary's store, fit for any amount of wowhen we burst upon them with the discovery. Mr. Speake was astonished and exclaimed, There now, whoet where he had placed his bucket; but, when Mr. Speake took him by the collar and led him to the br his knees, and begged his master's pardon. Mr. Speake was, however, too angry to listen to him, an[18 more...]
Dick (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
n, by one of my own age, and hailing from the same port that I had come from. Dick was clever and intelligent, though not well educated; but, to make up for his deh Carondelet and St. Charles Streets, home, where we arrived heated and hungry. Dick had shown himself very observant, and professed to be astonished at the remarkab an early hour, to prepare myself for the week's labour; and, on looking towards Dick, who was still sound asleep, was amazed to see what I took to be two tumours on dd style of his figure. These things shaped themselves rapidly into proofs that Dick was not what he represented himself to be. True, he had a boy's name, he wore bophantly, and cried out with the delight of a discoverer:-- I know! I know! Dick, you are a girl! Nevertheless, when he faced me, and unblushingly admitted thice, I stammeringly demanded,-- Well, what is your name, then? It cannot be Dick, for that belongs to a boy. I am Alice Heaton. There, now, you have my whol
Gibbon (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.8
and the bookseller, seeing a promising customer in me, allowed me some latitude in my selection, and even catered to my tastes. The state of the binding mattered little; it was the contents that fascinated me. My first prize that I took home was Gibbon's Decline and fall, in four volumes, because it was associated with Brynford lessons. I devoured it now for its own sake. Little by little, I acquired Spenser's Faery Queen, Tasso's Jerusalem delivered, Pope's Iliad, Dryden's Odyssey, Paradise lorious for great deeds and splendid pageantry. It affected my dreams, for I dreamed of the things that I had read. I was transported into Trojan Fields, and Odyssean Isles, and Roman Palaces; and my saturated brain revolved prose as stately as Gibbon's, and couplets that might have been a credit to Pope, only, if I chanced to remember at daybreak what I had been busy upon throughout the night, the metre and rhyme were shameful! My self-indulgence in midnight readings was hurtful to my eyes
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