12 WANDERINGS IN SOUTH AMERICA 



**Be she white or be she black, 

 She carries sixpence on her back," 



which Waterton used to say showed how our an- 

 cestors valued the bird at table. 



At Stonyhurst he read a good deal of Latin and 

 of English literature, and acquired a taste for 

 writing Latin verse. He always looked back on 

 his education there with satisfaction, and in after- 

 life often went to visit the college. Throughout 

 life he never drank wine, and this fortunate habit 

 was the result of the good advice of one of his 

 teachers : — 



"My master was Father Clifford, a first cousin 

 of the noble lord of that name. He had left the 

 world, and all its alluring follies, that he might 

 serve Almighty God more perfectly, and work his 

 way with more security up to the regions of eternal 

 bliss. After educating those entrusted to his 

 charge with a care and affection truly paternal, 

 he burst a blood-vessel, and retired to Palermo for 

 the benefit of a warmer climate. There he died 

 the death of the just, in the habit of St. Ignatius. 



**One day, when I was in the class of poetry, 

 and which was about two years before I left the 

 college for good and all, he called me up to his 

 room. 'Charles,' said he to me, in a tone of voice 

 perfectly irresistible, 'I have long been studying 

 your disposition, and I clearly foresee that noth- 

 ing will keep you at home. You will journey into 

 far-distant countries, where you will be exposed 

 to many dangers. There is only one way for you 

 to escape them. Promise me that, from this day 

 forward, you will never put your lips to wine, or 



