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What's in a Name?


What I Suffered by Changing Mine

A change of name is sometimes made the condition on which a man may obtain rank and fortune; and a change of name was of greater consequence still to me,—it was the means of throwing me into prison, and of making me assume the character of a malefactor.

 

I was born and “raised” in a beautiful little town in the south of England, and at the age of twenty-three I came to America. The cause of my coming is not material to the story I have to tell, and therefore I need say little regarding it. Suffice it that a scene with my father about my expenses at college—for I was a student of medicine, and not at all careful about money matters—led to a coolness between us which eventuated in my leaving his house. I determined to make my own way in the world, although I had not quite finished the study of my profession; and, thinking that the United States presented a good field for me, I made my preparations for coming here. My father gave me ₤100, with a sharp intimation that I need not hope for any further from him.

 

On my arrival in Liverpool I found that one of the Inman steamers was to sail next day. Partly for the sake of economy—for I wished to save as much of my money as possible,—and partly because I thought that, as I might have to rough it in America, I might just as well commence at once, I took a passage in steerage, giving my name as… Read More