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"
You
must
enclose
the
advertisement
and
the
money
to
pay
for
it
under
a
cover
directed
to
the
editor
of
the
Herald
;
you
must
put
it
,
the
first
opportunity
you
have
,
into
the
post
at
Lowton
;
answers
must
be
addressed
to
J.
E.
,
at
the
post-office
there
;
you
can
go
and
inquire
in
about
a
week
after
you
send
your
letter
,
if
any
are
come
,
and
act
accordingly
.
"
This
scheme
I
went
over
twice
,
thrice
;
it
was
then
digested
in
my
mind
;
I
had
it
in
a
clear
practical
form
:
I
felt
satisfied
,
and
fell
asleep
.
With
earliest
day
,
I
was
up
:
I
had
my
advertisement
written
,
enclosed
,
and
directed
before
the
bell
rang
to
rouse
the
school
;
it
ran
thus
:
-
"
A
young
lady
accustomed
to
tuition
"
(
had
I
not
been
a
teacher
two
years
?
)
"
is
desirous
of
meeting
with
a
situation
in
a
private
family
where
the
children
are
under
fourteen
(
I
thought
that
as
I
was
barely
eighteen
,
it
would
not
do
to
undertake
the
guidance
of
pupils
nearer
my
own
age
)
.
She
is
qualified
to
teach
the
usual
branches
of
a
good
English
education
,
together
with
French
,
Drawing
,
and
Music
"
(
in
those
days
,
reader
,
this
now
narrow
catalogue
of
accomplishments
,
would
have
been
held
tolerably
comprehensive
)
.
"
Address
,
J.
E.
,
Post-office
,
Lowton
,
--
shire
.
"
This
document
remained
locked
in
my
drawer
all
day
:
after
tea
,
I
asked
leave
of
the
new
superintendent
to
go
to
Lowton
,
in
order
to
perform
some
small
commissions
for
myself
and
one
or
two
of
my
fellow-teachers
;
permission
was
readily
granted
;
I
went
.
It
was
a
walk
of
two
miles
,
and
the
evening
was
wet
,
but
the
days
were
still
long
;
I
visited
a
shop
or
two
,
slipped
the
letter
into
the
post-office
,
and
came
back
through
heavy
rain
,
with
streaming
garments
,
but
with
a
relieved
heart
.
The
succeeding
week
seemed
long
:
it
came
to
an
end
at
last
,
however
,
like
all
sublunary
things
,
and
once
more
,
towards
the
close
of
a
pleasant
autumn
day
,
I
found
myself
afoot
on
the
road
to
Lowton
.
A
picturesque
track
it
was
,
by
the
way
;
lying
along
the
side
of
the
beck
and
through
the
sweetest
curves
of
the
dale
:
but
that
day
I
thought
more
of
the
letters
,
that
might
or
might
not
be
awaiting
me
at
the
little
burgh
whither
I
was
bound
,
than
of
the
charms
of
lea
and
water
.
My
ostensible
errand
on
this
occasion
was
to
get
measured
for
a
pair
of
shoes
;
so
I
discharged
that
business
first
,
and
when
it
was
done
,
I
stepped
across
the
clean
and
quiet
little
street
from
the
shoemaker
's
to
the
post-office
:
it
was
kept
by
an
old
dame
,
who
wore
horn
spectacles
on
her
nose
,
and
black
mittens
on
her
hands
.
"
Are
there
any
letters
for
J.
E.
?
"
I
asked
.
She
peered
at
me
over
her
spectacles
,
and
then
she
opened
a
drawer
and
fumbled
among
its
contents
for
a
long
time
,
so
long
that
my
hopes
began
to
falter
.
At
last
,
having
held
a
document
before
her
glasses
for
nearly
five
minutes
,
she
presented
it
across
the
counter
,
accompanying
the
act
by
another
inquisitive
and
mistrustful
glance
--
it
was
for
J.
E.
