Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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10th January, 1840. This, my young friends,
is a great "boon to all who have children
and other relations from home; for what is
more pleasing than to receive a note from
one's dear father or mother, sister or brother;
and what more delightful than reciprocity
of feeling, which can be carried on at such
a cheap rate. (P. Parley.)
The Bank of England, in Threadneedle
Street, is, I suppose, the first place in the
whole world with respect to money matters.
What heaps of gold! what piles of bank
notes did I see there! It is said to con-
tain generally eighteen millions of gold
It is very large, and of different kinds
of architecture, and looks as though it
would be no easy matter to get out any of
the gold it contains against the will of the
owners. The present building was opened
for business in May 1817. Its length is
four hundred and ninety feet, and breadth
one hundred and eight feet.
Over the hall is a very curious clock;
it has in the different rooms of the Bank
sixteen clock faces, and the hands are all
moved by brass rods fixed to this one clock.
The name of Abraham Newiand is known
to most people, as it appeared on the Bank
of England notes. I must tell you who he
was, as a portrait of him hangs up in one
of the rooms.
He was the son of a miller, and being
pretty well instructed in figures,he became
a clerk in the Bank when he was young.
He was a proof of the saying that there
is nothing like integrity and perseverance
in business. He rose from one situation to
another, till at last be became the prin-
cipal cashier: his name then appeared on
the notes. Every year added to his pros-
perity, so that when he died his property
was worth six thousand a year.
One part of the Bank is called the Ro-
tunda, and if ever confusion reigned any
where, it seems to reign there—for, what
with the bargaining and trafficking of fund-
holders and stockbrokers, it is the last
place in which you wotdd look for peace
and quietness. This great national bank
was first established in 1694, in the reign
of William IH. and Mary 11. It was pro-
jected by one Paterson, and its original
capital was one million two hundred thou-
sand pounds. The style of the firm is the
Governor- and Company of the Bank of
England. (P. Parley.)
Dear Charley,
I promised that I would write to you after
I had been a few days in London. You
heard from Aunt Abigail how we got up
by train, and how she lost her bonnet-box,
and also a large circular box, almost as big
as a coach-wheel, of which she would not
say anything about its contents. One of
the porters asked her in a very respectful
manner what it contained, upon which she
told him he was an impertinent young man,
and bade him mind his own business. But
what alarmed her most of all was a volun-
teer, who discharged his gun to fire off his
blank cartridge, as he called it, out of the
window of the carriage as we came up. He
had then the impudence to offer me a cigar ,
and asked aunt if she had any objection to
his 'blowing a cloud,' I think he called it;
upon which aunt replied,'Decidedly I have;'
and I am glad she did, for I think, aad
hope I shall always think, that smoking is
a vei7 bad habit, a disagreeable practice,
a very uncleanly diversion, and a most in-
jurious way of spending one's time. Aunt
says all smokers are maniacs, and I am sure
they look like mad people. The idea of in-
haling disagreeable smoke into your lungs
and then puffing it out again, of snuffing
lucifers and burning your eyebrows — as
I have seen people do in Ughting their ci-
gars — and of smoking up the last little
bit, when it is so short that it sometimes
burns your nose, as I know one boy did
not much older than myself. But as you
are lying on a bed of sickness, I won't
trouble you about such follies, and can only
say that, as aunt would persist in having
the window down when we came through
that long tunnel at Boxmore, we had smoke
enough; and when we got out of it, what
a spectacle presented itself! You know-
how neat aunt always dresses. She had on
a beautiful bonnet of an orange blossom col-
our, and a Garibaldi cloak of a kind of
primrose, very delicate in tint. Well, when
we came out of the tunnel, owing to aunt
having the window open, it was all over
little black smuts, as if it had been be-
sprinkled with ants.
But I shall say no more about this, ex-
cept that aunt said it was all owing to the
tobacco smoHe of the young reprobate who
sat with us.
Well, we reached London without any
further mishap. There was Aunt Abigail
and I, and Tom and Carohne, that made