Literature and Life (Complete) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 661 pages of information about Literature and Life (Complete).

Literature and Life (Complete) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 661 pages of information about Literature and Life (Complete).

I cannot say at what times I read these books, but they must have been odd times, for life was very full of play then, and was already beginning to be troubled with work.  As I have said, I was to and fro between the schoolhouse and the printing-office so much that when I tired of the one I must have been very promptly given my choice of the other.  The reading, however, somehow went on pretty constantly, and no doubt my love for it won me a chance for it.  There were some famous cherry-trees in our yard, which, as I look back at them, seem to have been in flower or fruit the year round; and in one of them there was a level branch where a boy could sit with a book till his dangling legs went to sleep, or till some idler or busier boy came to the gate and called him down to play marbles or go swimming.  When this happened the ancient world was rolled up like a scroll, and put away until the next day, with all its orators and conspirators, its nymphs and satyrs, gods and demigods; though sometimes they escaped at night and got into the boy’s dreams.

I do not think I cared as much as some of the other boys for the ’Arabian Nights’ or ‘Robinson Crusoe,’ but when it came to the ’Ingenious Gentleman of La Mancha,’ I was not only first, I was sole.

Before I speak, however, of the beneficent humorist who next had my boyish heart after Goldsmith, let me acquit myself in full of my debt to that not unequal or unkindred spirit.  I have said it was long after I had read those histories, full of his inalienable charm, mere pot-boilers as they were, and far beneath his more willing efforts, that I came to know his poetry.  My father must have read the “Deserted Village” to us, and told us something of the author’s pathetic life, for I cannot remember when I first knew of “sweet Auburn,” or had the light of the poet’s own troubled day upon the “loveliest village of the plain.”  The ‘Vicar of Wakefield’ must have come into my life after that poem and before ‘The Traveler’.  It was when I would have said that I knew all Goldsmith; we often give ourselves credit for knowledge in this way without having any tangible assets; and my reading has always been very desultory.  I should like to say here that the reading of any one who reads to much purpose is always very desultory, though perhaps I had better not say so, but merely state the fact in my case, and own that I never read any one author quite through without wandering from him to others.  When I first read the ‘Vicar of Wakefield’ (for I have since read it several times, and hope yet to read it many times), I found its persons and incidents familiar, and so I suppose I must have heard it read.  It is still for me one of the most modern novels:  that is to say, one of the best.  It is unmistakably good up to a certain point, and then unmistakably bad, but with always good enough in it to be forever imperishable.  Kindness and gentleness are never out of fashion; it is these in Goldsmith which make

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