Life on the Mississippi eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 531 pages of information about Life on the Mississippi.

Life on the Mississippi eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 531 pages of information about Life on the Mississippi.

Making speeches without preparation is no gift of mine; and I was resolved to shirk any new opportunity, but in the next and larger Sunday-school I found myself in the rear of the assemblage; so I was very willing to go on the platform a moment for the sake of getting a good look at the scholars.  On the spur of the moment I could not recall any of the old idiotic talks which visitors used to insult me with when I was a pupil there; and I was sorry for this, since it would have given me time and excuse to dawdle there and take a long and satisfying look at what I feel at liberty to say was an array of fresh young comeliness not matchable in another Sunday-school of the same size.  As I talked merely to get a chance to inspect; and as I strung out the random rubbish solely to prolong the inspection, I judged it but decent to confess these low motives, and I did so.

If the Model Boy was in either of these Sunday-schools, I did not see him.  The Model Boy of my time—­we never had but the one—­was perfect:  perfect in manners, perfect in dress, perfect in conduct, perfect in filial piety, perfect in exterior godliness; but at bottom he was a prig; and as for the contents of his skull, they could have changed place with the contents of a pie and nobody would have been the worse off for it but the pie.  This fellow’s reproachlessness was a standing reproach to every lad in the village.  He was the admiration of all the mothers, and the detestation of all their sons.  I was told what became of him, but as it was a disappointment to me, I will not enter into details.  He succeeded in life.

Chapter 55 A Vendetta and Other Things

During my three days’ stay in the town, I woke up every morning with the impression that I was a boy—­for in my dreams the faces were all young again, and looked as they had looked in the old times—­but I went to bed a hundred years old, every night—­for meantime I had been seeing those faces as they are now.

Of course I suffered some surprises, along at first, before I had become adjusted to the changed state of things.  I met young ladies who did not seem to have changed at all; but they turned out to be the daughters of the young ladies I had in mind—­sometimes their grand-daughters.  When you are told that a stranger of fifty is a grandmother, there is nothing surprising about it; but if, on the contrary, she is a person whom you knew as a little girl, it seems impossible.  You say to yourself, ’How can a little girl be a grandmother.’  It takes some little time to accept and realize the fact that while you have been growing old, your friends have not been standing still, in that matter.

I noticed that the greatest changes observable were with the women, not the men.  I saw men whom thirty years had changed but slightly; but their wives had grown old.  These were good women; it is very wearing to be good.

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