The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
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The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
American literature -- 19th century
The short gentleman, continued he, who has just passed, is an honored
and skilful follower of a profession which has acquired considerable
note in the world, though now it must be practiced secretly. What has
occasioned this interdict is not easily discovered. Should you say to
that gentleman that an improved moral public opinion caused it, he
would merrily take your arm, and by leading you to a number of highly
respectable resorts, soon show you how much, at least in practice, the
majority is on the other side. It is said of the old Germans, that in
their passion for gaming, they often staked their persons upon a die,
and if unsuccessful, patiently became slaves. The world has made of
human life nothing but an uncertain game, in which the shrewdest cheats
frequently obtain the greatest honor. No wonder, then, that many who
would not purchase heaven by a little inconvenience, never hesitate to
follow in the German’s wake, profiting if successful, and enduring if
unlucky. That gentleman’s skill has thus far saved him. When he first
came amongst us, one of his bachelor kin was reputed wealthy, whilst
he was designated as the only heir. Notwithstanding his professional
practices, which were of course not taken into account, he married a
most respectable citizen’s daughter, who had long been angling for an
heir: but the bargain has proved an unprofitable one after all. His
wealthy kin, becoming intimate with his pretty housekeeper, eventually
married her--thus establishing a different order of succession. Ah,
thought Peter, “the best laid plans o’ men and mice gang aft aglie,”
and the foolish dreams of fickle maidens often end in a life of good
repentance.
Yonder, sir, is another professional gentleman, but his profession is
of a different cast. He mistook his calling, and without possessing
any brain, desired to become a lawyer, but has failed even to make a
tolerable pettifogger. I am assured that his teacher, who swore that
his skull was so “miserably thick” that scarcely an idea could be
battered into it, constantly importuned and urged him to venture upon
some learned profession, having been fully persuaded, from observation,
that the stupidity which he so eminently possessed, was one of the
most essential qualifications for such an undertaking. I have advised
him to turn his attention to medicine, as being better suited to his
calibre, and in which he might perhaps prove more prosperous, or at
least find greater security for his deficiencies. He still clings to
his profession, however, and having thus far maintained his dignity by
constant calls upon his acquaintances, he is now prepared to cheat them
all. A practice, thought Peter, quite common, but no one need expect
to pass through the world without contributing his quota towards
supporting the drones that are in it.
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