Life in London | Page 3

put my 'spirits up,' as poor father used to
say; and I said, 'I'm very glad to hear it, Sir.' So then he told me that he
wanted a junior clerk in his office, who could write quickly, be brisk at
accounts, and make himself generally useful, as the advertisements in
the Times say. I told him I could do all these things; and he passed me a
sheet of paper, to give him a specimen of my handwriting. I hardly
knew what to write, but I fixed upon a passage of Scripture, 'Not
slothful in business, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord.' My hand was so
shaky, that all the letters with tails to them had the queerest flourishes
you ever saw. Mr. Compton smiled when I handed him the sheet of
paper--I don't know whether it was at the writing, or at the quotation,
and I wished I had written a passage from Seneca instead!"
"You did not feel ashamed at having written a part of God's word, did
you, George?"
"No, not ashamed, mother; but I thought it was not business-like, and
seemed too much like a schoolboy."
"I think it was very business-like. It would convey the idea that you
would seek to do your business from the best and highest motives. But

what did Mr. Compton say?"
"He only said he thought the handwriting was good. Then he told me
that he would take me as his clerk, and should expect me to be at my
post next Monday morning, at nine o'clock. 'And now,' he said, 'we
must fix upon a salary; and as your uncle has told me that you are
anxious to maintain yourself, I will give you a weekly sum sufficient
for that purpose; and if you give me satisfaction, I will raise it yearly.'
And what do you think he offered me, mother?"
"I really do not know; perhaps, as you are young, and have never been
in a situation before, he said five shillings a week, although I did not
think you would get any salary at all for the first six months."
"No, mother, more than five shillings; guess again," said George, his
face shining with excited delight.
"Then I will guess seven and sixpence a week," said his mother,
doubtfully, for she thought she had gone too high.
"More than that, mother; guess only once more, for I cannot keep it in
if you are not very quick."
"Then I shall say ten shillings a week, George; but I am afraid I have
guessed too much."
"No, mother, under the mark again. I am to have ten shillings and
sixpence--half a guinea a week! Isn't that splendid? Only fancy, Mr.
George Weston, Junior Clerk to Mr. Compton, at half-a-guinea a week!
My fortune is made; and, depend upon it, mother, we shall get on in the
world now, first-rate. Why, I shall only want--say, half-a-crown a week
for myself, and then there will be all the rest for you. Now don't you
think blind-eyed Fortune must have dropped her bandage this morning,
and have spied me out?"
"No, George; but I think that kind Providence; which has always smiled
upon us when we have been in the greatest difficulties, has once more
shown us that all our ways are in the hands of One who doeth all things

well."
"So do I, mother; and I do hope that this success, which has attended
my journey this morning, may turn out to our real good. I feel it
will--we shall be able to go on now so swimmingly, and I shall be
getting a footing in the world, so that by-and-bye we shan't have a
single debt, or a single care, and you will be growing younger as fast as
I grow older: and then, after a time, we will get a little house in the
country, and finish up our days the happiest couple in the British
dominions."
For the remainder of that day, poor George was in a regular whirl of
excitement. A thousand schemes were afloat in his mind about the
future, of the most improbable kind. His income of half-a-guinea a
week was to do wonders, which were never accomplished by half a
score of guineas. He speculated about the rise in his salary at the end of
the year, which he was determined, if it rested upon his own industry,
should not be less than a pound a week; and then he forgot the first year,
and commenced calculating what he could do, with his increased salary,
till, at last, worn out with scheming, he said,--
"Money is a great bother, after all, mother. I've been calculating all this
day how we can spend my salary; and I am really more perplexed than
if Mr.