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appear from a faithful journal of the progress which we made during the first week. But of this hereafter. Meanwhile
I am, Sir, &c.
N° 98. SATURDAY, APRIL 15, 1780.
To the Author of the Mirror. SIR, I now send you a faithful narrative of the progress of our studies in Mr. Flint's family, from Monday morning to Saturday at bed-time, carefully distinguishing the proficiency made in each day.
MONDAY. Mrs. Flint had previously informed me, that her son's constitution did not agree with much study before breakfast, and that, whenever he read on an empty stomach, he was apt to be disturbed with uneasy yawnings ; we therefore resolved that he should have a short lesson only at eight in the morning:
After waiting in the parlour till within a quarter of nine, I learned from Mrs. Flint, that her son had been observed to turn himself twice or thrice during the night, and that he seemed to be threatened with a sort of stuffing and wheesing : and that by way of prevention, she judged it best to give him a little senna, and confine him to his chamber for a few
hours ; but that, in the evening, we might prosecute our studies without farther interruption.
Accordingly, at six, my pupil and I prepared to read the tenth satire of Juvenal. After having explained to him the general scope and method of the satirists, I began,
Omnibus in terris que sunt a Gadibus usque
Auroram et Gangem. At that moment I heard a gentle tap at the door, and then entered Miss Juliana and her sister, with Mr. Flint and the Captain, a little behind, and walking on tiptoe. "You must pardon our femelle • curiosité,' said Miss Juliana, we come to see • Jemmy take his first lesson from you. What have
you got here? I fancy, from my knowledge of • French, that I could pick out the meaning of
some part of it. Oh! I understand; there is auro*ram, does not that mean, break of day?
· Que l' aurore
• I learned it in a French Chansong a boar.' What • is that boar song ? demanded Captain Winterbot. tom, is it a hunting one?" Oh fy, no,' said Miss Juliana, “it is a drinking song.' • And who
taught you drinking songs, sister Juddy ; did you • learn them from your outlandish ladies of honour?' A tremendous assault on the knocker announced the approach of a person of quality. The Countess
of Mi' On this joyful news the ladies hurried to the drawing-room.
Mrs. Flint presently returned. "I must make an • apology,' said she, "for thus interrupting the
course of my son's studies; but the Countess has made a flying visit to tell me, that there is a meet
‘ing of young people at her house this evening, and 'that there will be a dance and a little supper, and
she insists to have Femmy of the party ; but I 'would not engage for any thing, without asking 'your leave, as you have the whole charge of his
education. There will be many rich folks, and • many fine folks ; and there will be Miss Punaise, • the great heiress ; she has a vast improveable estate, • hard by the borough of Ayno, and who can tell – --The good woman was busy in weaving the web of futurities, when I reminded her that her son had taken medicine that morning, and that, possibly, he might catch cold. At another time, the mention of catch cold would have awakened all her feelings ; but, at present, Mrs. Flint was elevated above the region of alarms. Never fear,' said she, we are 'going to a close warm house, without a breath of 'air in it. Come away, Jemmy, and put on a pair of white silk stockings as fast as you can; the Countess waits us.'
My pupil had been kept out of bed so much beyond his usual hour, that he did not make his appearance till after breakfast. • Cheer up, my boy,' cried Mrs. Flint, you look as if you had been • dreaming all night of your partner, Miss Punaise : "come let us take an airing, and refresh ourselves • after the fatigues of the ball. These late sitting 8 • don't answer with my old bones. You see, Mr. I , that I have been as good as my word, and • that Jemmy, poor man, has caught no cold. You • shall go along with us on our airing; There is
room for you in Mr. Flint's carriage and six, and 'you may talk over your lessons by the way ; ' for you will find the carriage quite easy,' No. thing indeed could be more admirably calculated to elude every jolt : and there wanted only solitude and independence to make it resemble a down bed. “We • must, first of all, shut out the common enemy, the • east wind,' said Mrs. Flint, pulling up the glasses. The weather was warm, and Mrs. Flint grew eloquent on the fund of knowledge she had acquired the night before. She gave me the catalogue and character of the company : she dwelt most on her son's looks and dancing. “A gentleman at the Countess's, • who said he was lately come from Paris, told me, • Jemmy was vastly like the Count de Provence, the • King of France's brother, particularly in the minust: • bụt, remember, Jemmy, that to be a great scholar • is a much finer thing than to be a great dancer. • I am sure, Mr. — , that my boy will profit by
your instructions : he has a charming memory, and s he will take in his learning as fast as you can give it Shim; and I am sure that is saying a great deal ; for, • from all that I can discover, Mr. Flint could not I have bestowed his money better.'— She was going on; but, alas ! flattery vibrated faintly on my ear: we had got above pine-apple heat, and I became sick and oppressed. I asked leave to get out, and walk home, as I felt myself not well. Oh, to be • sure,' said she: “I have known people sick in car
riages for want of practice; don't be alarmed, Mr. '- : but here, Jemmy, do you wrap this hand! kerchief about your neck, before the coach-door is opened.'
I walked home in great spirits, animated by every gale around me, and I forgot for a while that I was not my own master.
In the evening, my pupil came to me dressed out and powdered : Mamma,' said he sheepishly, has
made me engage to drink tea with Miss Punaise, ! my last night's partner. I don't much like her neither ; for she is pitted with the small-pox, has 'a yellow skin, and a bleared eye ; and, besides, she
dances out of time. There was a Miss with black hair.'-Not inclining to become his confident, I said, “Master Flint, all engagements that can be • kept with honour must be kept ; and, therefore,
you must go.' • Nay,' said he, there is not any must in the matter; for, I believe, the Miss with • the black hair lives with their Miss Punaise. • However, I can do a double task to-morrow; and • my aunt is wont to say, that a young man ought • not to be always at his books. He seemed to have treasured up this precious apophthegm in his memory.
WEDNESDAY. My pupil was punctual to his hour. But we had hardly seated ourselves, when Captain Winterbottom arrived. "No lessons to-day,' roared he ; ' This is • my lady's wedding-day, and therefore we keep holiday, • and come for to be merry. Why, you young dog, if • it had not been for this day, you would either have • not been at all, or have been a bastard.' It was, indeed, a day of festivity and riot,
THURSDAY. All the servants having dutifully got drunk over night, my pupil was not called, and so he overslept himself. He came down to the parlour about eleven, and we resumed the fatal first line of the tenth satire of Juvenal. • The French master is here,' said a servant. I begged that he might return in about an hour; but I soon learned that that was im. possible without deranging the system of education in all parts of the city. It is no great matter for • an hour,' said Miss Juliana, you have always