I.

Several literary men of eminence have from time to time suggested to me

that I ought to write my memoirs, but I have long held the opinion that

such works have scarcely a legitimate interest for one’s contemporaries.

Now, however, that I have exceeded, by fourteen years, the age of man, I

begin to regard the opinion of others, and to look upon myself as a sort

of incipient posterity, and am disposed to make the experiment of placing

some portion of my life on record.

Most people who attain to birth, parentage, and education, find the

latter the most doubtful of the three, even the first being somewhat

uncertain. For myself, there is a tradition in my family that I was born

by candle-light on the 10th of March, 1809: it was at midnight, and in

the town of Leeds.

To keep those in order who believe too much, Nature has issued a series

of minds that believe too little, and I am one of these; I could prove

to the satisfaction of any free metaphysician that I have never existed

at all, and that I am a mere optical illusion, like the rest of my

fellow-men.

As to my parentage, I believe in that implicitly. But who else would be

so credulous, if it were to his interest to prove the reverse?

As to my education, it has been as scanty as that of the best of us; it

would be too great a joke to suppose that eighty years is a sufficient

time for the acquisition of any knowledge worth naming. Herschel, for

example, discovered the planet Uranus; that educated him, though it had

been in the place where he found it for countless millions of years.

The educated are those who appreciate things at their true value; culture

does not merely signify knowledge, but its acquisition in the utmost

detail.

My father was said to have a musical genius, and rumour handed down

that my mother fell in love with him on that account. She was the most

emotional woman that I ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I can

understand her marrying at the age of thirty-three a youth of nineteen,

which she did; but I cannot understand my father at his age marrying her.

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