Harry Walton felt
quite lonely at first; but there is no cure for loneliness like
occupation, and he had plenty of that. The greater part of the day
was spent in the printing office, while his evenings and early
mornings were occupied in study and reading. He had become very much
interested in French, in which he found himself advancing rapidly.
Occasionally he took tea at Mr. Ferguson's, and this he always
enjoyed; for, as I have already said, he and Ferguson held very
similar views on many important subjects. One evening, at the house
of the latter, he saw a file of weekly papers, which proved, on
examination, to be back numbers of the "Weekly Standard," a literary
paper issued in Boston.
"I take the paper for my family," said Ferguson. "It contains quite
a variety of reading matter, stories, sketches and essays."
"It seems quite interesting," said Harry.
"Yes, it is. I will lend you some of the back numbers, if you like."
"I would like it. My father never took a literary paper; his means
were so limited that he could not afford it."
"I think it is a good investment. There are few papers from which
you cannot obtain in a year more than the worth of the subscription.
Besides, if you are going to be an editor, it will be useful for you
to become familiar with the manner in which such papers are
conducted."
When Harry went home he took a dozen copies of the paper, and sat up
late reading them.
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