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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to me. 0 the dehghls of poverty and a
good appetite! We beggars are the very
fondhngs of nature; the rich she treats like
an arrant step-mother; they are pleased
with nothing; cut a steak from what part
you will, and it is insupportably tough;
dress it up with pickles, and even pickles
cannot procure them an appetite. But the
whole creation is filled with good things
for the beggar; Calvert's butt out-tastes
Champagne, and Sedgeley's home-brewed
excels Tokay. Joy, joy, my blood, though
our estates lie no-where, we have fortunes
wherever we go. If an inundation sweeps
away half the grounds of Cornwall, 1 am
content: I have no lands there: if the
stocks sink, that gives me no uneasiness;
I am no Jew.' The fellow's vicacity, joined
to his poverty, I own, raised my curiosity
to know something of his life and circum-
stances; and I entreated that he would in-
dulge my desire. — 'That I will, sir,' said
he, 'and welcome; only let us drink to
prevent our sleeping; let us have another
tankard while we are awake; let us have
another tankard; for ah, how charming a
tankard looks when full.
'You must know, then, that I am very
well descended; my ancestors have made
some noise in the world; for my mother
cried oysters, and my father beat a drum:
I am told we have even had some trum-
peters in our family. Many a nobleman can-
not show so respectful a genealogy; but
that is neither here nor there; as I was
their only child, my father designed to breed
me up to his own employment, which was
that of a drummer to a puppet-show. Thus
the whole employment of my younger years
was that of interpreter to Punch and King
Solomon in all his glory. But though my
father was very fond of instructing me in
beating all the marches and points of war,
I made no vei^ great progress, because I
naturally had no ear for music; so that at
the age of fifteen I went and listed for a
soldier. As I had ever hated beating a
drum, so I soon found that I disliked car-
rying a musket also; neither the one trade
nor the other were to my taste, for I was
by nature fond of being a gentleman; be-
sides, I was obhged to obey my captain;
he has his will, I have mine, and you have
yours: now I very reasonably concluded,
that it was much more comfortable for a
man to obey his own will than another's.
'The life of a soldier soon therefore gave
me the spleen; I asked leave to quit the
service; but as I was tall and strong, my
captain thanked me for my kind intention,
and said, because he had a regard for me.
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we should not part, I wrote to my father
a very dismal penitent letter, and desired
that he would raise money to pay for my
discharge; but the good man was as fond
of drink as I was (sir, my service to you),
and those who are fond of drinking never
pay for other people's discharges: in short,
he never answered my letter. What could
be done? If I have not money, said I to
myself, to pay for my discharge, I must
find an equivalent some other way: and
that must be by running away. I deserted
and that answered my purpose eyery bit
as well as if I had bought my discharge.
'Well, I was now fairly rid of my mih-
tary employment; I sold my soldier's clothes,
bought worse, and, in order not to be over-
taken, took the most unfrequented roads
possible. One evening as I was entering a
village, I perceived a man, whom I after-
wards found to be the curate of the parish,
thrown from his horse in a miry road, and
almost smothered in the mud. He desired
my assistance; I gave it, and drew him out
with some difficulty. He thanked me for
my trouble, and was going olf; but I fol-
lowed him home, for I loved always to have
a man thank me at his own door. The
curate asked a hundred questions; and
whose son I was; from whence I came?
and whether I would be faithful? I answer-
ed him greatly to his satisfaction; and
gave myself one of the best characters in
the world for sobriety (sir, I have the hon-
our of drinking your health), discretion,
and fidelity. To make a long story short,
he wanted a servant, and hired me. With
him I lived but two months; we did not
much like each other; I was fond of eating,
and he gave me but little to eat; I loved
a pretty girl, and the old woman, my fel-
low-servant, was ill-natured and ugly. As
they endeavoured to starve me between
them, I made a pious resolution to prevent
their committing murder; I stole the eggs
as soon as they were laid; I emptied every
unfinished bottle that I could lay my hands
on; whatever eatable came in my way was
sure to disappear; in short, they found I
would not do; so I was discharged one
morning, and paid three shillings and six-
pence for two months' wages.
'While my money was getting ready, 1
employed myself in making preparations
for my departure; two hens were hatching
in an out-house, I went and took the eggs
from habit, and, not to separate the parents
from the children, I lodged hens and all
in my knapsack. After this piece of fru-
gality, I returned to receive my money,
and with my knapsack on my back, and a