LIFE OF THE AUTHOR. 



He performed the duties of butcher, pig-server, scrub, and brewer ; 

 and ultimately migrated to Stonyhurst, where he exercised his voca- 

 tion with great zeal and success, and there we renewed our valuable 

 acquaintance. 



"We had a Scottish boy with two thumbs on one hand. Lady 

 Livingstone frequently came to see her two boys, David and Francis. 

 Once she brought with her an East Indian officer, who was generally 

 called Tiger Duff. You shall hear why. One afternoon when a party 

 of officers were walking alongside of a jungle, a Bengal tiger sprang at 

 the Colonel, knocked him down, and tore his mouth to the ear. They 

 all ran away, leaving the poor Colonel to his fate. He recovered his 

 senses whilst the tiger was standing over him. Drawing his dagger 

 with great caution, he drove it quite through the animal's heart, and 

 thus he saved his own life. Seeing me stare at his face, he most 

 kindly allowed me to examine the scar. 



" Close to us was a field where Mr Storey's cattle used to feed. It 

 was called the Little Garth. One morning two of the bigger boys 

 coaxed me to get up on one of these cows, promising that they 

 would stand by my side. When I had got my seat, the beggars ran 

 away. Off went the cow at full speed. I kept my seat for a time, 

 and then I flew clear over her head, not much worse for the fall. 



" Mr Storey kept one bay mare, admirably calculated to convey 

 him backward and forwards to the city of Durham on business, and 

 occasionally to Bishop Auckland. He was very frugal in his estab- 

 lishment, apart from the school, saving all he could spare to com- 

 fort the poor. Bishop Gibson, a learned and holy prelate, was his 

 guest, together with his faithful servant Thomas, for more than a 

 year and a half whilst I was there. 



"We had a smart and handsome dancing-master, named Forsett, 

 and so active that he sprang up and down like a parched pea on a 

 sounding-board. The first dance that he taught us was to the tune 

 of ' The Lass of Richmond Hill.' The name of our drawing-master 

 in my time was Pether a fair artist enough in his way. We were 

 taught military exercise by Serjeant Newton from Durham. He was 

 a magnificent soldier, every inch of him ; possessing brain, spirit, 

 and tact enough to command a regiment on a field of battle. 



" My first adventure on the water made a lasting impression, on 



