Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic StorySimms, William Gilmore
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Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic Story
Simms, William Gilmore
Domestic fiction
Subsequent reflection, while it showed me the brutality of my conduct to
Julia, opened my eyes to the true meaning of her mother's interdiction;
and increased the pang of those bitter feelings, which my conscious
dependence had awakened in my breast, it was necessary that this
dependence should be lessened; that, as I was now approaching manhood, I
should cast about for the future, and adopt wisely and at once the
means of my support hereafter. It was necessary that I should begin the
business of life. On this head I had already reflected somewhat, and my
thoughts had taken their direction from more than one conference which I
had had with William Edgerton. His father was an eminent lawyer, and the
law had been adopted for his profession also. I determined to make it
mine; and to speak on this subject to my uncle. This I did. I chose an
afternoon, the very week in which my conversation had taken place with
Julia, and, while the dinner things were undergoing removal, with some
formality requested a private interview with him. He looked round at me
with a raised brow of inquiry--nodded his head--and shortly after rose
from the table. My aunt stared with an air of supercilious wonder; while
poor Julia, timid and trembling, barely ventured to give me a single
look, which said--and that was enough for me--“I wish I dared say more.”
My conference with my uncle was not of long duration. I told him it was
my purpose--my desire--to begin as soon as possible to do something for
myself. His answer signified that such was his opinion also. So far we
were agreed; but when I told him that it was my wish to study the law,
he answered with sufficient, and as I thought, scornful abruptness:--
“The law, indeed! What puts the law into your head? What preparations
have you made to study the law? You know nothing of languages which
every lawyer should know--Latin--”
I interrupted him to say that I had some slight knowledge of
Latin--sufficient, I fancied, for all legal purposes.
“Ah! indeed! where did you get it?”
“A friend lent me a grammar and dictionary, and I studied myself.”
“Oh, you are ambitious; but you deceive yourself. You were never made
for a lawyer. Besides, how are you to live while prosecuting your
studies? No, no! I have been thinking of something for you, Edward--and,
just now, it happens fortunately that old Squire Farmer, the bricklayer,
wants some apprentices--”
I could scarcely listen thus far.
“I thank you, sir, but I have no disposition to be a bricklayer.”
“You must do something for yourself. You can not expect to eat the bread
of idleness. I have done, and will do for you what I can--whatever is
necessary;--but I have my own family to provide for. I can not rob my
own child---”
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