This eBook was produced by Pat Castevens and David Widger THE CAXTONS A FAMILY PICTURE BY EDWARD BULWER LYTTON (LORD LYTTON) THE CAXTONS. PART XIII, CHAPTER I. Saint Chrysostom, in his work on "The Priesthood," defends deceit, if for a good purpose, by many Scriptural examples; ends his first book by asserting that it is often necessary, and that much benefit may arise from it; and begins his second book by saying that it ought not to be called "deceit," but "good management." (1) "Good management," then, let me call the innocent arts by which I now sought to insinuate my project into favor and assent with my unsuspecting family. At first I began with Roland. I easily induced him to read some of the books, full of the charm of Australian life, which Trevanion had sent me; and so happily did those descriptions suit his own erratic tastes, and the free, half-savage man that lay rough and large within that soldierly nature, that he himself, as it were, seemed to suggest my own ardent desire, sighed, as the careworn Trevanion had done, that "he was not my age," and blew the flame that consumed me, with his own willing breath. So that when at last--wandering one day over the wild moors--I said, knowing his hatred of law and lawyers: "Alas, uncle, that nothing should be left for me but the Bar!" Captain Roland struck his cane into the peat and exclaimed, "Zounds, sir! the Bar and lying, with truth and a world fresh from God before you!" "Your hand, uncle,--we understand each other. Now help me with those two quiet hearts at home!" "Plague on my tongue! what have I done?" said the Captain, looking aghast. Then, after musing a little time, he turned his dark eye on me and growled out, "I suspect, young sir, you have been laying a trap for me; and I have fallen into it, like an old fool as I am." "Oh, sir, I? you prefer the Bar!--" "Rogue!" "Or, indeed, I might perhaps get a clerkship in a merchant's office?" "If you do, I will scratch you out of the pedigree!" "Huzza, then, for Australasia!" "Well, well, well!" said my uncle,-- "With a smile on his lip, and a tear in his eye,"-- "the old sea-king's blood will force its way,--a soldier or a rover, there is no other choice for you. We shall mourn and miss you; but who can chain the young eagles to the eyrie?"