"You seem to have the matter ready cut and dry. Why do you come to

me, then? Remember, I can make no advances."

"I need none, sir. My simple object with you, sir, was to declare

my intention, and to request that I may be permitted to refer to

you the merchants to whom I mean to apply, for a knowledge of my

character and attainments."

"Oh, certainly, you may--for the character;--but as to the

attainments"--with a sneering smile--"of them I can say nothing,

and, perhaps, the less said the better. I've no doubt you'll do

well enough with the merchants. It does not need much genius or

attainment for such situations. But, if you'll take my counsel,

you'll go to the bricklayer. We want bricklayers sadly. To be a

tolerable lawyer, parts are necessary; and God knows the country

is over-stocked with hosts of lawyers already, whose only parts lie

in their impudence. Better think a little while longer. Speak to

old Farmer yourself."

I smiled bitterly--thanked him for his counsel, which was only a

studied form of insult, and turned away from him without further

speech, and with a proud swelling of indignation at my heart. Thus

our conference ended. A week after, I was ensconced behind the

counter of a wholesale dealer, and my hands at night were already

busy in turning over the heavy folios of Chitty and Blackstone.




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