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
“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.
CHAPTER III.
ADMITTED AMONG THE LAWYERS
Behold me, then, merchandising by day, and conning by night the
intricate mysteries of law. Books for the latter purpose were furnished
by my old friend, William Edgerton, from his father's library. He
himself was a student, beginning about the same time with myself; though
with the superior privilege of devoting himself exclusively to this
study. But if he had more time, I was more indefatigable. My pride was
roused, and emulation soon enabled me to supply the want of leisure. My
nights were surrendered, almost wholly, to my new pursuit. I toiled with
all the earnestness which distinguished my temperament, stimulated to
a yet higher degree by those feelings of pride and pique, which were
resolved to convince my skeptical uncle that I was not entirely without
those talents, the assertion of which had so promptly provoked his
sneer. Besides, I had already learned that no such scheme as mine could
be successfully prosecuted, unless by a stern resolution; and this
implied the constant presence of a close, undeviating method in my
studies. I tasked myself accordingly to read--understandingly, if
possible--so many pages every night, making my notes, queries, doubts,
&c., EN PASSANT. In order to do this, I prescribed to myself a rule,
to pass directly from the toils of the day and the store to my chamber,
suffering no stoppage by the way, and studiously denying myself the
dangerous fascinations of that society which was everywhere at command,
in the persons of young men about my own age and condition. The
intensity of my character, and the suspiciousness which it induced,
helped me in this determination. Perhaps, there is no greater danger to
a young man's habits of study and business, than a chat at the street
corner, with a merry and thoughtless group. A single half hour consumed
in this manner, is almost always fatal to the remaining hours of the
day. It breaks into the circle, and impairs the method without which
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