2 GET AND GO TO A PLACE. 



hazel-stick that he thrashed us with. But 

 if my schooling cost nothing, I can't say so 

 of my victuals ; and my mother dying, my 

 father took more to drinking, and less found 

 its way to the cupboard ; and he was glad 

 when a gardener, who was in our parts on a 

 holiday, and used to drink with him, said he 

 would get me a place under him ; which he 

 did, and to which I went, near forty miles, in 

 a road- wagon. All my clothes went in a 

 handkerchief-bundle, and no large one nei- 

 ther ; and my father could ill bear to see it, 

 for he said, " Jem," as we went to the wagon, 

 "Jem," said he, "take care of drink, 'tis 

 that makes your bundle so small. Promise 

 me that, and never learn to swear." He was 

 a kind honest-hearted man, ruined by drink 

 and good fellowship , as it was called in the 

 " good old times." 



My heart was very heavy all the way; and 

 none the lighter when I got to my journey's 

 end, for it was late, and my father's friend 

 took me into a shed at the back of the green- 

 houses, and showed me a crib of a place, 

 where he told me I was to sleep ; and giving 

 me something to eat, said I must be tired, 

 and had better go to bed. It was a light 



