Confession, or, the Blind Heart; a Domestic Story by William Gilmore Simms
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stands in need of assistance, and while there will pursue my studies
in such intervals of leisure as the business will afford me." "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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