nine o'clock in the morning
As if it were any object to a boy to be healthy and wealthy and wise on such terms . The sorrow that that maxim has cost me , through my parents , experimenting on me with it , tongue can not tell . The legitimate result is my present state of general debility , indigence , and mental aberration . My parents used to have me up before nine o'clock in the morning sometimes when I was a boy . If they had let me take my natural rest where would I have been now ? Keeping store , no doubt , and respected by all . And what an adroit old adventurer the subject of this memoir was !