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which had little regard to traffic. I now put it into my fathers hand, devoutly hoping he might light on nothing that would increase his displeasure against me. Owens face, which had looked something blank when the question was put, cleared up at my ready answer, and wore a smile of hope, when I brought from my apartment, and placed before my father, a commercial-looking volume, rather broader than it was long, having brazen clasps and a binding of rough calf. This looked business-like, and was encouraging to my benevolent well-wisher. But he actually smiled with pleasure as he heard my father run over some part of the contents, muttering his critical remarks as he went on. BrandiesBarils and barricants, also tonneaux.At Nantz 29Velles to the barique at Cognac and Rochelle 27At Bourdeaux 32Very right, FrankDuties on tonnage and custom-house, see Saxbys TablesThats not well; you should have transcribed the passage; it fixes the thing in the memoryReports outward and inwardCorn debenturesOver-sea CocketsLinensIsinghamGentishStock-fishTitlingCroplingLub- fish. You should have noted that they are all, nevertheless, to be entered as titlings.How many inches long is a titling? Owen, seeing me at fault, hazarded a whisper, of which I fortunately caught the import. Eighteen inches, sir And a lub-fish is twenty-fourvery right. It is important to remember this, on account of the Portuguese trade.But what have we here?Bourdeaux founded in the yearCastle of the TrompettePalace of GallienusWell, well, thats very right too.This is a kind of waste-book, Owen, in which all the transactions of the day, emptions, orders, payments, receipts, acceptances, draughts, commissions, and advices, are entered miscellaneously. That they may be regularly transferred to the day-book and ledger, answered Owen; I am glad Mr. Francis is so methodical. I perceived myself getting so fast into favour, that I began to fear the consequence would be my fathers more obstinate perseverance in his resolution that I must become a merchant; and, as I was determined on the contrary, I began to wish I had not, to use my friend Mr. Owens phrase, been so methodical. But I had no reason for apprehension on that score: for a blotted piece of paper dropped out of the book, and, being taken up by my father, he interrupted a hint from Owen, on the propriety of securing loose memoranda with a little paste, by exclaiming, To the memory of Edward the Black PrinceWhats all this?verses!By Heaven, Frank, you are a greater blockhead than I supposed you! My father, you must recollect, as a man of business, looked upon the labour of poets with contempt; and as a religious man, and of the dissenting persuasion, he considered all such pursuits as equally trivial and profane. Before you condemn him, you must recall to remembrance how too many of the poets in the end of the seventeenth century had led their lives and employed their talents. The sect also to which my father belonged, felt, or perhaps affected, a puritanical aversion to the lighter exertions of literature. So that many causes contributed to augment the unpleasant surprise occasioned by the ill- timed discovery of this unfortunate copy of verses. As for poor Owen, could the bob-wig which he then wore have uncurled itself, and stood on end with horror, I am convinced the mornings labour of the friseur would have been undone, merely by the excess of his astonishment at this enormity. An inroad on the strong-box, or an erasure in the ledger, or a mis-summation in a fitted account, could hardly have surprised him more disagreeably. My father read the lines, sometimes with an affectation of not being able to understand the sense, sometimes in a mouthing tone of mock heroic, always with an emphasis of the most bitter irony, most irritating to the nerves of an author.
Fontarabian echoes! continued my father, interrupting himself; the Fontarabian Fair would have been more to the purpose.Paynim?Whats Paynim?Could you not say Pagan as well, and write English, at least, if you must needs write nonsense?
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