When there was any riot in the streets, I fled, and scougged myself at the chimley-lug as quickly as I dowed; and, rather than double a nieve to a schoolfellow, I pocketed many shabby epithets, got my paiks, and took the coucher's blow from laddies that could hardly reach up to my waistband.
Just after I was put to my prenticeship, having made free choice of the tailoring trade, I had a terrible stound of calf-love.

Never shall I forget it.

I was growing up, long and lank as a willow-wand.

Brawns to my legs there were none, as my trowsers of other years too visibly effected to show.

The long yellow hair hung down, like a flax-wig, the length of my lantern jaws, which looked, notwithstanding my yapness and stiff appetite, as if eating and they had broken up acquaintanceship.