The Professor at the Breakfast-TableHolmes, Oliver Wendell
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The Professor at the Breakfast-Table
Holmes, Oliver Wendell
American fiction -- 19th century; Conversation -- Fiction; Poetry
--All this, of course, was nothing but my poor notion about these
matters. I am simply an “outsider,” you know; only it doesn't do very
well for a nest of Hingham boxes to talk too much about outsiders and
insiders!
After this talk of ours, I think these two young people went pretty
regularly to the Church of the Galileans. Still they could not keep away
from the sweet harmonies and rhythmic litanies of Saint Polycarp on the
great Church festival-days; so that, between the two, they were so much
together, that the boarders began to make remarks, and our landlady said
to me, one day, that, though it was noon of her business, them that had
eyes couldn't help seein' that there was somethin' goin', on between
them two young people; she thought the young man was a very likely young
man, though jest what his prospecs was was unbeknown to her; but she
thought he must be doing well, and rather guessed he would be able
to take care of a femily, if he didn't go to takin' a house; for a
gentleman and his wife could board a great deal cheaper than they could
keep house;--but then that girl was nothin' but a child, and wouldn't
think of bein' married this five year. They was good boarders, both of
'em, paid regular, and was as pooty a couple as she ever laid eyes on.
--To come back to what I began to speak of before,--the divinity-student
was exercised in his mind about the Little Gentleman, and, in the
kindness of his heart,--for he was a good young man,--and in the
strength of his convictions,--for he took it for granted that he and
his crowd were right, and other folks and their crowd were wrong,--he
determined to bring the Little Gentleman round to his faith before he
died, if he could. So he sent word to the sick man, that he should be
pleased to visit him and have some conversation with him; and received
for answer that he would be welcome.
The divinity-student made him a visit, therefore and had a somewhat
remarkable interview with him, which I shall briefly relate, without
attempting to justify the positions taken by the Little Gentleman. He
found him weak, but calm. Iris sat silent by his pillow.
After the usual preliminaries, the divinity-student said; in a kind way,
that he was sorry to find him in failing health, that he felt concerned
for his soul, and was anxious to assist him in making preparations for
the great change awaiting him.
I thank you, Sir,--said the Little Gentleman, permit me to ask you, what
makes you think I am not ready for it, Sir, and that you can do anything
to help me, Sir?
I address you only as a fellow-man,--said the divinity-student,--and
therefore a fellow-sinner.
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