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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. The Soul's Errand. At ten years old I went to Eton. I had been educated till that period by my mother, who, being distantly related to Lord (who had published " Hints upon the Culinary Art "), imagined she possessed a hereditary claim to literary distinction. History was her great forte; for she had read all the historical romances of the day: and history, accordingly, I had been carefully taught. I think at this moment I see my mother before me, reclining on her sofa, and repeating to me some story about Queen Elizabeth and Lord Essex; then telling me, in a languid voice, as she sank back with the exertion, of the blessings of a literary taste, and admonishing me never to read above half an hour at a time, for fear of losing my health. Well, to Eton I went; and the second day I had been there, I was half killed for refusing, with all the pride of a Pelham, to wash tea-cups. I was rescued from the clutches of my tyrant by a boy not much bigger than myself, but reckoned the best fighter, for his size, in the whole school. His name was Reginald Glanville. Fromthat period we became inseparable, and our friendship lasted all the time he stayed at Eton, which was within, a year of my own departure for Cambridge. His father was a baronet of a very ancient and wealthy family; and his mother was a woman of some talent and more ambition. She made her house one of the most attractive in London. Seldom seen at large assemblies, she was eagerly sought after in the well-winnowed soirees of the elect. Her wealth, great as it was, seemed the least prominent ingredient of h...
