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If your son should ever ask you just what the Fast-days of your youth were like, you will do him a great service, and he may live to recover them, if you will answer him in this way. Show him how to take his Cruden and how to make a picture to his opening mind of the Fast-days of Scripture. And tell him plainly for what things in fathers and in sons those fasts were ordained of God.
I found all the time that he was merely trying to discover what amount of premium my father was likely to be able to pay, that he might ask accordingly. The office, in which we stood, was very small for the large amount of business Mr Cruden informed us he transacted in it, and very dark; and so dirty, that I thought it could never have been cleaned out since he commenced his avocations there.
She was lying wearily on the uncomfortable sofa, with her eyes shaded from the light, dividing her time between knitting and musing, the latter occupation receiving a very decided preference. "Pray don't get up," said Mrs Shuckleford, the moment she entered. "I only looked in to see 'ow you was. You're looking bad, Mrs Cruden." "Thank you, I am quite well," said Mrs Cruden, "only a little tired."
The Crudens had always been great heroes in the eyes of their schoolfellows, for their family was unimpeachable, and even with others who had greater claims to be considered as aristocratic, their ample pocket-money commended them as most desirable companions. Mr Cruden, however, with all his virtues and respectability, was not a good man of business.
Money orders to be made payable to Cruden Reginald, Esquire, Secretary, 13, Shy Street, Liverpool." "Hullo!" said Reginald, looking up excitedly, "don't fold up any more of those, boy. They've made a mistake in my name and called me Cruden Reginald instead of Reginald Cruden. It will have to be altered." "Oh, ah.
He turned to his work almost viciously, and for an hour buried himself in it, without saying a word or lifting his eyes from his case. Then young Gedge, stealing a nervous glance at his face, ventured to say, "I say, Cruden, I wish I could stand things like you. I don't know what I should have done if that blackguard had treated me like that." "What's the use?" said Reginald.
As I was very tired, I was glad to turn in early and forget my sorrows in sleep. The next day I fared no better than the first, and all the time I boarded with Mr Cruden the only variation in my food from bread and cheese was hard biscuits and very doubtful-looking pork and beef. When I told Silas Flint of the treatment I had received, he shrugged his shoulders. "Can you mend it?" he asked.
At the last syllable there arose a sudden and terrific shout which sent Mrs Cruden nearly into a fit, and made the loosely-hung windows rattle as if an infernal machine had just exploded on the premises. The shout was immediately followed by a loud chorus of laughter, and cries of, "Well, have you guessed it?" "Yes, I know what it is," said the pleasant young lady. "Do you know, Mr Booms?"
In evidence of this, we will quote Cruden, "The day after the feast of the Passover, they brought a sheaf into the temple the first-fruits of the barley-harvest. The sheaf was threshed in the court, and of the grain that came out they took a full homer; i.e. About three pints. After it had been well winnowed, parched and bruised, they sprinkled over it a log of oil; i.e. Near a pint.
"None in the least, my dear Master Cruden; but unfortunately your father did not know either what his income was or what his expenditure was." "Do you know what they were?" said Reginald, not heeding the deprecating touch of his mother's hand on his.
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