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It Is Never Too Late to Mend By: Charles Reade (1814-1884) |
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by Charles Reade
This attempt at a solid fiction is, with their permission, dedicated
to the President, Fellows, and demies of St. Mary Magdalen College.
Oxford, by a grateful son of that ancient, learned, and most
charitable house. CHAPTER I. GEORGE FIELDING cultivated a small farm in Berkshire. This position is not so enviable as it was. Years ago, the farmers of
England, had they been as intelligent as other traders, could have
purchased the English soil by means of the huge percentage it offered
them. But now, I grieve to say, a farmer must be as sharp as his neighbors,
or like his neighbors he will break. What do I say? There are soils
and situations where, in spite of intelligence and sobriety, he is
almost sure to break; just as there are shops where the lively, the
severe, the industrious, the lazy, are fractured alike. This last fact I make mine by perambulating a certain great street
every three months, and observing how name succeeds to name as wave to
wave. Readers hardened by the Times will not perhaps go so far as to
weep over a body of traders for being reduced to the average condition
of all other traders. But the individual trader, who fights for
existence against unfair odds, is to be pitied whether his shop has
plate glass or a barn door to it; and he is the more to be pitied when
he is sober, intelligent, proud, sensitive, and unlucky. George Fielding was all these, who, a few years ago, assisted by his
brother William, filled "The Grove" as nasty a little farm as any in
Berkshire. Discontented as he was, the expression hereinbefore written would have
seemed profane to young Fielding, for a farmer's farm and a sailor's
ship have always something sacred in the sufferer's eyes, though one
sends one to jail, and the other the other to Jones. It was four hundred acres, all arable, and most of it poor sour land.
George's father had one hundred acres grass with it, but this had been
separated six years ago. There was not a tree, nor even an old stump to show for this word
"Grove." But in the country oral tradition still flourishes. There had been trees in "The Grove," only the title had outlived the
timber a few centuries. On the morning of our tale George Fielding might have been seen near
his own homestead, conversing with the Honorable Frank Winchester. This gentleman was a character that will be common some day, but was
nearly unique at the date of our story. He had not an extraordinary intellect, but he had great natural
gayety, and under that he had enormous good sense; his good sense was
really brilliant, he had a sort of universal healthy mind that I can't
understand how people get. He was deeply in love with a lady who returned his passion, but she
was hopelessly out of his reach, because he had not much money or
expectations; instead of sitting down railing, or sauntering about
whining, what did me the Honorable Frank Winchester? He looked over
England for the means of getting this money, and not finding it there,
he surveyed the globe and selected Australia, where, they told him, a
little money turns to a deal, instead of dissolving in the hand like a
lozenge in the mouth, as it does in London. So here was an earl's son (in this age of commonplace events) going to
Australia with five thousand pounds, as sheep farmer and general
speculator. He was trying hard to persuade George Fielding to accompany him as
bailiff or agricultural adviser and manager. He knew the young man's value, but to do him justice his aim was not
purely selfish; he was aware that Fielding had a bad bargain in "The
Grove," and the farmer had saved his life at great personal risk one
day that he was seized with cramp bathing in the turbid waters of
Cleve millpool, and he wanted to serve him in return. This was not his
first attempt of the kind, and but for one reason perhaps he might
have succeeded. "You know me and I know you," said Mr. Winchester to George Fielding;
"I must have somebody to put me in the way... Continue reading book >>
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