and she squeezed all that could possibly be squeezed for her private use
from the frugal household. The boy, whose place Forester thought himself
so fortunate to supply, had left the gardener, because he could not bear
to work and be scolded without eating or drinking.

The gardener willingly complied with our hero's first request; he gave
him a spade, and he set him to work. Forester dug with all the energy of
an enthusiast, and dined like a philosopher upon long kail; but long kail
did not charm him so much the second day as it had done the first; and
the third day it was yet less to his taste; besides, he began to notice
the difference between oaten and wheaten bread. He, however, recollected
that Cyrus lived, when he was a lad, upon water-cresses--the black broth
of the Spartans he likewise remembered, and he would not complain. He
thought, that he should soon accustom himself to his scanty, homely fare.
A number of the disagreeable circumstances of poverty he had not
estimated when he entered upon his new way of life; and though at Dr.
Campbell's table he had often said to himself, "I could do very well
without all these things," yet, till he had actually tried the
experiment, he had not _clear_ ideas upon the subject. He missed a
number of little pleasures and conveniences, which he had scarcely
noticed, whilst they had every day presented themselves as matters of
course. The occupation of digging was laborious, but it afforded no
exercise to his mind, and he felt most severely the want of Henry's
agreeable conversation; he had no one to whom he could now talk of the
water-cresses of Cyrus, or the black broth of the Spartans; he had no one
with whom he could dispute concerning the Stoic or the Epicurean
doctrines, the mercantile or the agricultural system. Many objections to
the agricultural system, which had escaped him, occurred now to his mind;
and his compassion for the worms, whom he was obliged to cut in pieces
continually with his spade, acted every hour more forcibly upon his