FRANK FAIRLEGH
OR
SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF A PRIVATE PUPIL [ [!-- H2 anchor --] ]
CHAPTER I — ALL RIGHT! OFF WE GO!
“Yet here... you are stayed for
... There; my blessing with you,
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character——-”
“Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than living dully, sluggardis'd at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.”
“Where unbruised youth, with unstuff'd brain,
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.”
Shakspeare
“NEVER forget, under any circumstances, to think and act like a gentleman, and don't exceed your allowance,” said my father.
“Mind you read your Bible, and remember what I told you about wearing flannel waistcoats,” cried my mother.
And with their united “God bless you, my boy!” still ringing in my ears, I found myself inside the stage-coach, on my way to London.