HARLEY RADINGTON. CHAPTER I. 'Tis education forms the tender mind; If good we plant not, vice will fill the place, Porz. bid. I WRITE this history of myself, to please myself; and, provided that no one is hurt or offended, and, above all, provided that the true interests of religion and morality are in no way injured, I do not care a button whether others are pleased or not. If my reader will go with me hand-in-hand to the end of my journey, well and good; if not, why he can let it alone. VOL. I. B The The first incident in my early boyhood which left a deep impression upon my mind, was as follows: My parents lived in what is called the world-and they could afford to live in the world. Preparations were, once upon a time, making for a grand gala-I was, I believe, about five or six years of age. On the morning of that delightful day which was to bring all the fools of fashion to stare at and envy the splendour purchased by my good father's industry, and to laugh at my mamma's folly, I was at the breakfast-table with my mother, who never suffered me to quit her side, when a stranger was announced. Before my mother had time to speak, a rough-looking man, in the dress of a sailor, followed the servant into the room; the cup which she was lifting emptied its contents into her lap, and a look of terror and consternation distorted her countenance." Andrew!" she exclaimed, in an agitated voice; but immediately recovering herself, she arose with a haughty |