The Schoolmaster uses me barbarously--I form a Project of Revenge, in which I am assisted by my Uncle--I leave the Village--am settled at a University by his Generosity On our way back to the village, my uncle spoke not a word during the space of a whole hour, but whistled with great vehemence the tune of "Why should we quarrel for riches," etc.

his visage being contracted all the while into a most formidable frown.

At length his pace increased to such a degree that I was left behind a considerable way: then he waited for me; and when I was almost up with him, called out in a surly tone, "Bear a hand, damme! must I bring to every minute for you, you lazy dog." Then, laying hold of me by the arm, hauled me along, until his good nature (of which he had a great share) and reflection getting the better of his he said, "Come, my boy, don't be cast down,--the old rascal is in hell, that's some satisfaction; you shall go to sea with me, my lad.

A light heart and a thin pair of breeches goes through the world, brave boys, as the song goes--eh!" Though this proposal did not at all suit my inclination, I was afraid of discovering my aversion to it, lest I should disoblige the only friend I had in the world; and he was so much a seaman that he never dreamt I could have had any objection to his design; consequently gave himself no trouble in consulting my approbation.

But this resolution was soon dropped, by the device of our usher, who assured Mr.Bowling, it would be a thousand pities to balk my genius, which would certainly one day make my fortune on shore, provided it received due cultivation.