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Shanghai (China) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
-roof. I began to feel interested in the loud turmoil of commerce. The running of the patent tackles was like music to me. I enjoyed the clang and boom of metal and wood on the granite floors, and it was grand to see the gathered freight from all parts of the world under English roofs. On boards slung to the rigging were notices of the sailing of the ships, and their destinations. Some were bound for New York, New Orleans, Demerara, and West Indies, others were for Bombay, Calcutta, Shanghai, the Cape, Melbourne, Sydney, etc. What kind of places were those cities? How did these monstrous vessels ever leave the still pools walled round with granite? I burned to ask these and similar questions. There were real Liverpool boys about me, who were not unwilling to impart the desired information. They pointed out to me certain stern-faced men, with masterful eyes, as the captains, whose commands none could dispute at sea; men of unlimited energy and potent voices as the mates, o
Great Rock (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
the appearance of Wesley had disturbed the litigious and discontented Welsh peasantry, a couple of chapels rose up. Beyond the village, and after descending the hillside about a mile, past fir groves, and the leafy woods of Brynbella Hall, I came to the foot of the hill, and at a few yards from the road-side stood the inn, grocery-shop, and farm-house known as Ffynnon Beuno,--St. Beuno's Spring, or Well. At the back of the house ran a narrow valley which terminated in the Craig Fawr (Great Rock). Near the front was a lodge and gate, leading to Brynbella Hall, well hidden by a tall, rook-haunted wood. The great house was once occupied by Mrs. Thrale, Dr. Johnson's friend. Tremeirchion, literally translated, means the Maiden's Town, and was so named from a convent which stood in its vicinity, and was supposed to be the refuge chosen by St. Winifred, when she retired with a company of virgins after her revivification by good St. Beuno at Holywell. Compared with the famous sprin
Denbigh (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
comforted with friendly advice, we decided it would be best to push on towards Denbigh. Night overtook us, and we sought the lee of a haystack in a field, too tiredthat, you know? But what is the matter, children? How is it you have come to Denbigh? Have you been sent on errands, or have you run away? Don't be bashful, but oory waste, about half an hour from Holywell, and about five minutes walk from Denbigh. The district is mostly given up to lead-mining. I stopped in front of a newes scattered along a hillside, about three miles from St. Asaph, and four from Denbigh. In a remote time its humble founders had been constrained to build their cab farm-yard, cut and stacked fuel, drove Dobbin to Rhyl station for coal, or to Denbigh for beer, or to Mostyn for groceries — the odd jobs that may be done on a farmt of the rich Vale of Clwyd,--from the seashore at Rhyl to the castled town of Denbigh,--and between me and the sky nothing intervened. There was I happiest, withdr
Melbourne (Victoria, Australia) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
feel interested in the loud turmoil of commerce. The running of the patent tackles was like music to me. I enjoyed the clang and boom of metal and wood on the granite floors, and it was grand to see the gathered freight from all parts of the world under English roofs. On boards slung to the rigging were notices of the sailing of the ships, and their destinations. Some were bound for New York, New Orleans, Demerara, and West Indies, others were for Bombay, Calcutta, Shanghai, the Cape, Melbourne, Sydney, etc. What kind of places were those cities? How did these monstrous vessels ever leave the still pools walled round with granite? I burned to ask these and similar questions. There were real Liverpool boys about me, who were not unwilling to impart the desired information. They pointed out to me certain stern-faced men, with masterful eyes, as the captains, whose commands none could dispute at sea; men of unlimited energy and potent voices as the mates, or officers, who saw
Eton (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
great measure to the presence of Uncle Tom and his son Teddy. The day came when Uncle Tom took me to interview Mr. Winter, through whose influence I was to lay the foundation of that promised prosperity that was to be mine. I had donned my new Eton suit for the first time, and my hair shone with macassar. Such an important personage as Mr. Winter could only live among the plutocracy of Everton Heights; and thither we wended, with hope and gladness in our eyes. Years ago, when Uncle Tom wevery day on the false friend, who fed him with hopes. He is awfully distressed and put out, and I must get him a good meal or two to put spirit into him. In a day or two he will be all right. On Monday morning of the next week she borrowed my Eton suit, and took it to the place of the three gilt balls. The Monday after, she took my overcoat to the same place, and then I knew that the family was in great trouble. The knowledge of this was, I think, the first real sharpener of my faculties.
Liverpool (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
Finally, another aunt came to visit us from Liverpool; and, therewith, the first phase of my futurAs the little packet-steamer bore us towards Liverpool, and the shores of Wales receded from view, rehend what this sight could mean. Was this Liverpool, this monstrous aggregation of buildings, an I could answer the question satisfactorily, Liverpool was all around me: it had grown, unperceivedscommon Street. My precious box, with its Liverpool outfit, was carried into the house, and a seittle more than tramp through the streets of Liverpool from Everton to the Docks, with Teddy Morris that, had a later comer questioned me about Liverpool, I should doubtless have expressed the convid he would cite numerous instances of men in Liverpool, who, beginning at the lowest step, had risese and similar questions. There were real Liverpool boys about me, who were not unwilling to imp go. There is no chance of doing anything in Liverpool ; and, though he was not of a yielding dispo[5 more...]
London (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
pinions of me, regardless whose ears might hear. It was through these — especially Hugh, the blacksmith, and John, the butcher — that I was informed that I was the son of Aunt Mary's youngest sister, who had left her home early, for service in London, and had thereby grievously offended her family. In straying to London, in spite of family advice, my mother had committed a capital offence. She had, moreover, become the mother of three children, and had thereby shown herself to be a gracelesLondon, in spite of family advice, my mother had committed a capital offence. She had, moreover, become the mother of three children, and had thereby shown herself to be a graceless and thriftless creature. Now, said they, turning to me, you will know what to expect if you offend your aunt. With us the rule is every family for itself, and God for us all. Mrs. Owen is a very good woman, but she will stand no nonsense. You don't belong to her, and you will be turned out of the house the minute you forget yourself. So look out, my boy. A young boy cannot be expected to penetrate into the secret motives of his elders, but, though his understanding may be dull, the
Mose (North Dakota, United States) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
y, arranged a table, and, from a new tin-loaf, cut out generous breadths, on which she dropped circles of black treacle, and pressed them into our hands. After piling other lavishly-buttered slices on a plate near by, the boiling water was poured over the tea, and not until she had seen us well engaged on her bounties did she slacken her haste. Then, bringing a high-backed chair between us, she laid one hand on the other in her lap, and exclaimed,-- Dear heart alive, how you have grown, Mose, my lad! It makes my heart thump to see you so beautiful and clever-looking. Are not you very clever now? And don't you know just everything, writing and ciphering, and all that, you know? But what is the matter, children? How is it you have come to Denbigh? Have you been sent on errands, or have you run away? Don't be bashful, but tell me truly. When Mose had related the incidents which brought about our sudden departure from St. Asaph, a look of anxiety came across her face. Then
Brynford (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
homas, and of my cousin Moses Owen, who keeps a school at Brynford, near Holywell. Well, I don't wish to discourage you;ll; and early on the following morning I was on my way to Brynford, to interview Moses Owen, the school-master. Brynford Brynford is a hamlet situate in the midst of a moory waste, about half an hour from Holywell, and about five minutes walk from Denbig College, and was now the teacher of a National School at Brynford. Such a distinguished scholar, and one consumingly zealoavid and I were driven by my aunt in her green shandry to Brynford. School-life commenced the next day, and I was duly apuous. In time, all friendship with any schoolfellow at Brynford was impossible. Most of the boys were uncongenial throug stronger nature of his mother ruled him as completely at Brynford as when he was a tiny boy at home. In the same way that ssion to visit Ffynnon Beuno, and I was never recalled to Brynford. Though my aunt never forgot that she ought to be rid of
National school (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 1.4, chapter 1.6
table, or flapped vigorously her duster, I knew that I was at the bottom of her trouble. Her husband had died three years before, leaving her with the care of four sons. As her sons approached manhood, her responsibility increased. So far she had done admirably. Edward, the eldest, was a railway official at Morley, where in time his abilities must necessarily secure him promotion. Her second son, Moses, had graduated with honours at Carnarvon College, and was now the teacher of a National School at Brynford. Such a distinguished scholar, and one consumingly zealous in all that belonged to his profession, could not fail to have a brilliant future. John, the third son, was a lad of eighteen, on the eve of entering the railway service, as a clerk. David, the youngest, a lad of thirteen, was destined by his mother to assist her with the farm. Before I left Ffynnon Beuno for school, I had abundant opportunities to inform myself of the low estimate formed of me by the neighbour
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