England -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
Which has no salary worth speaking of attached to it; and rhymes to
order are seldom rhymes in order. No, the Laureateship is out of the
question; therefore literature has no prizes.
Second objection.--Literature is a good stick, but a bad crutch,--a
remark of Walter Scott, which was uttered in the primeval times of
scribbling. Still, according to Mr. Clendon, who knew nothing past
that period, it held good to-day. If Toby went in for literature, how
did he expect to live till the fame period, seeing that he could earn
but little, and the paternal purse-strings were to be closed tightly?
Poetry. It doesn't pay.
Verse
Is a curse;
Doesn't fill the purse.
Rhyme and reason both, according to Clendon _père_. Novels! Pshaw, the
field is overrun by three volume rubbish by talented lady scribblers.
Essays! No one wants essays when Lamb and Addison can be bought
cheaply. Altogether, literature has no money in it.
Third objection, and strongest.--You were intended for the Church; and
you must carry out my plans, even if against your own judgment.
Having thus stated his objections, Clendon _père_ ordered Toby to take
holy orders at once, and think no more of the draggle-tailed muse and
all her tribe.
Toby refused.
His father used clerical bad language.
Toby left the room.
His father cut him off with a shilling, and bade him leave the
paternal roof, which he did.
Here endeth the first Book of Tobias.
In London Toby had a hard time. He went through the mill, and did not
like it. He sounded the depths of the London ocean, which contains all
kinds of disagreeable things which appear not on the surface--fireless
grates, abusive landladies, obdurate editors, well-worn clothing. Oh,
it was certainly an unpleasant experience, but Toby sank to rise, and
never forgot, when wandering amid this submarine wreckage of London,
that he was a gentleman and had one definite object in view.
If a man keep these two things in mind, they are bladders which will
float him to the surface among successful crafts.
Therefore Tobias Clendon rose--slowly at first, then rapidly.
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