THE STORY OF WASHINGTON IRVING

[Illustration:  WASHINGTON IRVING.]

WASHINGTON IRVING

CHAPTER I

HIS CHILDHOOD

The Revolutionary War was over.  The British soldiers were preparing to embark on their ships and sail back over the ocean, and General Washington would soon enter New York city at the head of the American army.  While all true patriots were rejoicing at this happy turn of affairs, a little boy was born who was destined to be the first great American author.

William Irving, the father of this little boy, had been a merchant in New York city.  He had been very prosperous until the war broke out.  After the battle of Long Island, the British then occupying the city, he had taken his family to New Jersey.  But later, although he was a loyal American, he went back to the city to attend to his business.  There he helped the American cause by doing everything he could for the American prisoners whom the British held.  His wife, especially, had a happy way of persuading Sir Henry Clinton, and when the British general saw her coming, he prepared himself to grant any request about the prisoners which she might make.  Often she sent them food from her own table, and cared for them when they were sick.

When their last son, the eleventh child, was born, on April 3, 1783, the parents showed their loyalty by naming him Washington, after the beloved Father of his Country.

Six years after this, George Washington was elected president, and went to New York to live.  The Scotch maid who took care of little Washington Irving made up her mind to introduce the boy to his great namesake.  So one day she followed the general into a shop, and, pointing to the lad, said, “Please, your honor, here’s a bairn was named after you.”  Washington turned around, smiled, and placing his hand on the boy’s head, gave him his blessing.  Little did General Washington suspect that in later years this boy, grown to manhood and become famous, would write his biography.

In those days New York was only a small town at the south end of Manhattan Island.  It extended barely as far north as the place where now stand the City Hall and the Postoffice.  Broadway was then a country road.  The Irvings lived at 131 William Street, afterward moving across to 128.  This is now one of the oldest parts of New York.  The streets in that section are narrow, and the buildings, though put up long after Irving’s birth, seem very old.

Here the little boy grew up with his brothers and sisters.  At four he went to school.  His first teacher was a lady; but he was soon transferred to a school kept by an old Revolutionary soldier who became so fond of the boy that he gave him the pet name of “General.”  This teacher liked him because, though often in mischief, he never tried to protect himself by telling a falsehood, but always confessed the truth.