orders."

"Why not, sir? John, I'll swear, would have no objection to the church,
provided you could get him a good fat living."

"But I am not talking of _his_ objections. To be sure he would make no
objection to a good fat living, nor would any body in his senses, except
yourself. But I ask you how I could possibly get your brother John into the
church? John's a dunce,--and you know it."

"Nobody better, sir: but are there no dunces in the church?--And as you are
so good as to think that I'm no wilder than my neighbours, you surely will
not say that my brother is more a dunce than his neighbours. Put him into
the hands of a clever grinder or crammer, and they would soon cram the
necessary portion of Latin and Greek into him, and they would get him
through the university for us readily enough; and a degree once obtained,
he might snap his fingers at Latin and Greek all the rest of his life. Once
in orders, and he might sit down upon his fat living, or lie down content,
all his days, only taking care to have some poor devil of a curate up and
about, doing duty for him."

"So I find you have no great scruples for your brother, whatever you may
have for yourself?"

"Sir, I am not the keeper of my brother's conscience--Indeed, if I were,
you might congratulate me in the words of Sir B. R. upon the possession of
a sinecure place."

"It is a pity, Buckhurst, that you cannot use your wit for yourself as well
as for other people. Ah! Buckhurst! Buckhurst! you will, I fear, do worse