little marcus was the only child of a wealthy tradesman, who had acquired an ample fortune by the sweat of his brow, and the reputable character he had invariably supported in the course of his business. he had always been an enemy to those little arts which some people put in practice to deceive those they have dealings with, being fully persuaded in his own mind, that no fortune could be so pleasing and grateful as that acquired by integrity and honour.

being much hurried in his business, both he and his amiable spouse agreed, that it would be more prudent to send young marcus into the country for his education, where he would not be likely to40 receive those pernicious examples he would every day see before him in the metropolis.

after a very nice enquiry, they were satisfied with the account they received of an academy at the distance of about a hundred miles from london, for the good management of which they were referred to several young gentlemen, who had there received their education, and were universally admired for their learning and prudence.

the master of the academy considered all his pupils as his children; he was equally attentive to instruct them in the different branches of science, and to admonish them against those errors which young people are naturally prone to run into. he endeavoured to excite their industry by proper encouragement, and, by example, to implant in their minds the seeds of honour and probity. he had also taken the most prudent precautions in the choice of those who were to assist him in so arduous an undertaking.

from so promising a situation, every parent would naturally expect the most happy consequences; but their son marcus, whether from too tender a treatment at home, or not having been properly attended to, had an unhappy turn of mind, and an utter aversion to every kind of study. his thoughts were perpetually wandering after childish pastimes, so that his masters could make him comprehend nothing of the rudiments of science. the same marks of indolence appeared41 in the care of his person; for every part of his dress was generally in disorder; and though he was well made and handsome, yet his slovenly appearance made him disgustful to every one.

let me advise my young readers to be particularly attentive, next to their studies, to the neatness of their persons; for no character is more prejudicial to a youth than that of a sloven. but do not let them mistake me, and suppose that i mean, by neatness in their dress, foppish and ridiculous apparel.

it may easily be supposed, that these defects in his conduct rendered him contemptible in the eyes of those children who were at first much behind him, but soon overtook him, to his inevitable disgrace. his master was so much ashamed of him, as well on account of his ignorance as slovenliness, that whenever any visitors came to the school, poor marcus was sent out of the way, lest such a figure as he was might bring disgrace on the academy.

it might reasonably be expected, that so many humiliating circumstances would have made some impression on his mind; but he continued the same course of inconsistence, indolence, and dissipation; nor did there appear the least dawn of hope, that he would ever return into the paths of industry and prudence.

his master was very uneasy on his account, and knew not how to act: to keep him at his school, he considered as a robbery on his parents, and to send him home as a dunce and a blockhead would be a cutting consideration to his father and mother. he would sometimes say to his unworthy pupil, "marcus, what will your father and mother think of me, when i shall send you home to them, so little improved in learning and knowledge?" it was, however, in vain to talk to him; for he seldom made any answer, but generally burst into tears.

two years had glided away in this miserable manner, without his having made the least progress in learning, and without showing the least inclination for study. one evening, however, just as he was going to bed, he received a letter sealed with black wax, which he opened with some degree of indifference, and then read as follows:

"my dear marcus,

"this morning has deprived me of the most affectionate husband, and you of the most tender parent. alas, he is gone, to return no more! if there be any thing that can enable me to support this dreadful calamity, it is only in what i receive from the recollection, that i have left in my son the dear image of his father. it is from you only therefore i can look for comfort; and i am willing to flatter myself, that i shall receive as much pleasure from your conduct as i do from my tender affection for you. should i find myself disappointed in my hopes, should you be only like43 your father in person, and not resemble him in his industry, integrity, and virtue, sorrow and despair will put a period to my miserable life. by the person who brings you this letter, i have sent you a miniature picture of your father. wear it constantly at your bosom, and frequently look at it, that it may bring to your remembrance, and induce you to imitate, all the purest virtues and uncommon endowments of the dear original. i shall leave you in your present situation one year longer, by which time i hope you will be complete in your education. in the mean time, do not let this slip from your memory, that my happiness or misery depends on your conduct, industry, and attention to your studies. that god may bless you, and give you patience cheerfully to tread the rocky paths of science, is my sincere wish."

the errors of marcus were the consequence of bad habits and customs he had imbibed in his infancy, and not from any natural depravity of the heart. he had no sooner read this letter than he found every sentiment of virtue awakening in his bosom. he burst into a flood of tears, and frequently interrupted by sighs, exclaimed, "o my dear father! my dear father! have i then lost you for ever?" he earnestly gazed on the miniature picture of his parent, pressed it to his bosom, while he, in faultering accents, uttered these44 words:—"thou dear author of my existence, how unworthy am i to be called your son! how shamefully have i abused your tenderness, in idling that time away for which you have paid so dearly! but let me hope that reformation will not come too late."

he passed that night in sorrow and contrition, he bedewed his pillow with tears, and sleep was a stranger to his troubled mind. if he happened but to slumber, he suddenly started, imagining he saw the image of his deceased father standing before him in the dreadful garb of death, and thus reproaching him: "ungenerous youth! is this the manner in which you ought to return my past cares and attention to your interest?—thou idle sloven, thou ungenerous son! awaken from your state of indolence, and properly improve the little time you have left for the pursuit of science, which you have hitherto so shamefully neglected; and do not, by an unpardonable inattention to yourself, shorten the few remaining days of your dear mother's life!"

i hope my youthful readers are well convinced that there are no such things as ghosts or apparitions, and that they are nothing more than the effects of a troubled imagination. such was the ease with marcus, who fancied he saw his father on the one hand, reproaching him for what was past, and his dear mother on the other, exhorting him to better conduct in future. "what a wretch45 i am," said he to himself, "to act in this manner! when my time for leaving this academy shall arrive, and i must appear before my mother to give proofs of my literary knowledge, what must be the pangs of her maternal heart, when she shall find that the child, on whom she had placed all the prospects of her future felicity, is an ungrateful, ignorant, and unworthy wretch? she will call on the friendly hand of death to take her from such an insupportable scene!"

poor marcus thus lay rolling on the thorny bed of trouble and anxiety, till, at last, totally overcome by grief and despair, he fell asleep. as soon as he awoke in the morning, on his bended knees he implored the assistance of the almighty in the reformation he intended to make in his conduct. he instantly hastened to his master's chamber, and there threw himself on his knees before him: "behold, sir," said he, "prostrate before you, an ungrateful wretch, who has hitherto treated, with the most shameful indifference, all the wise lessons you would have bestowed on him. yet, unworthy as i may be of your future instructions, let me implore you, for the sake of my dear mother, whose life i fear i shall shorten by my unworthy conduct, to extend your bounty to me once more, and i will endeavour to convince you, by my future conduct, how much ashamed i am of what is past."

his master raised him up, took him in his46 arms, and tenderly embracing him, they shed tears together. "my dear marcus," said his master to him, "to be sensible of your errors is half way to reformation. you have, it is true, squandered away, in the pursuit of trifles, two years that ought to have been employed in the acquisition of useful science. you have still one year left, and, as you appear to stand self-convicted of the imprudence of your past conduct, i would not wish to drive you to despair; but to encourage you by saying, that, by proper application, great things may be done, even in the remaining year. begin this moment, lose no more time, and may god give you resolution to proceed suitably to my wishes, and your own interest."

marcus seized the hand of his master, tenderly kissed it, and then retired, being totally unable to utter a single word. he instantly ran to his chamber, there eased his heart in a flood of tears, and then set about the necessary business. he applied himself so closely to his books, and made therein so rapid a progress, as astonished his master and teachers. his companions, who had hitherto treated him with the utmost contempt, began to love and revere him. marcus, thus encouraged by the different treatment he now received, pursued his studies with the utmost attention and alacrity. he was no longer despised for his wickedness and perversity, but admired and caressed for the affability and goodness of his temper. formerly no severities or entreaties could make him attend to his studies; but they were now forced to use some degree of violence to make him partake of necessary recreations.

in this manner his last twelvemonth passed on, and he viewed with regret the approach of that time when he was to leave school, and engage in pursuits of a different nature. he was hereafter to study men, and endeavour to acquire a knowledge of the latent motions of the human heart, perhaps the most difficult study in the commerce of this world.

the time allowed him being expired, his mother ordered him up to london. by the end of the year, the change he had made in his conduct so operated in his favour, that his departure was regretted by all his school companions; and, when he took his leave, sorrow visibly appeared in the countenance of every one. it was a pleasing reflection to his master, that a youth he had given up as lost, should on a sudden reform, and, in the circle of one year, make as great a progress in the sciences as the generality of youths do in three.

the journey afforded marcus the most pleasing reflections; for he had now nothing to apprehend from the interrogatories of his mother, with respect to his education; and though he sincerely lamented the two years he had lost, yet he could not but feel the effects of the happy employment of the third.

his schoolmaster had before acquainted his mother of the happy reformation in her son, and the great improvement he had made since the death of his father. these considerations, added to the natural feelings of a mother, made their meeting a scene of the most tender delights and heartfelt transports.

marcus lost only a week in paying visits to his relations and friends, and then applied himself to his father's business with unremitted assiduity and the most flattering success. in a few years he took an amiable partner for life, with whom he lived happy and contented. he was blessed with dutiful children, to whom he would frequently give this lesson: "my dear children, do not forget, that time once lost is not to be recalled; and that those hours you trifle away in your early years, you will severely lament the loss of when you shall have reached the age of maturity. an old age of ignorance is despicable indeed; for he who has neglected properly to cultivate his mind in his youth, will embitter the evening of his life with self-accusations and reproaches. happy the youth who, having toiled hard during spring in the garden of science, sits down in the autumn at leisure to regale on the fruits of his labour!"