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Text for Page 010 [02-01-1855]

rop fireside during my father�s boy-hood.   Old Bolton, a loose, 
portly man, growing bald, with a red face, and keen resolute
look, an old woman, his housekeeper, one Sarah Bromley,
my father a timid and probably sneaky boy, (admitted on sufferance
and very much afraid of doing something he�d be reproved for,)
and Henry Bolton, second son to him of that name, (and my present
uncle,) a good-natured lad, (whom Master Dick Gunn would send
down to Banbury for brandy, ere he got up of mornings.)  To
them would enter Dick himself, fetched from a tavern by William
Bolton, elder son of Henry, � he already inclining towards drunkenness
himself, in emulation of his half-brother.   Dick would come in with
a saddened face, and a great beer or brandy-stain on his shirt front,
his waistcoat buttoned all awry.   /                   I have seen some five
or six ledger-like leaves scrambled all over by old Bolton, (the words
most vilely mis-spelt), which are strongly suggestive of his dealings
with scape-grace Dick.    Amid entries of payments for turn-pikes,
for cheeses, for this, that and the other, are many items against
the writer�s victimized step-son.   Now pounds are �advanced,� now
a �shilling,� anon �Paid to Tomey� so much, presently �smock-
frockes� charged for, (which the foolish fellow gave away to any varlet
who�d ask for �em.)     So field by field, the farm passed away
into Bolton�s gripe, which was a fast one; and presently Dick
died, having �drunk himself to death.� He left the sums of �200 
to his younger brothers, Thomas and Samuel, smaller legacies to his
brothers-in-law, and the rest was claimed by Bolton the elder.   The
old woman Sally Bromley, (who was pensioned off by Bolton, in her old
age,) is reported to have talked ominously towards the close of her life; as               
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