My father was under great obligations to my uncle John, and was afraid, especially just at that time, of disobliglng him. My uncle's pride took the alarm; and after marking his disapprobation, he asked with contempt, Do you mean to make a fiddler of the boy? My practice on the violin therefore ceased; and it is perhaps worth remarking, that, though I could play so well before I was six years old, I had wholly forgotten the art at the age of seven; for, after my master left me, I never touched the instrument. In the days of m youthful distress, I have sometimes thought, with bitter regret, of' the absurd pride of my uncle.
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