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You can sometimes ride an old horse in a halter; but never a colt. McGoggin took more trouble over his cases than any of the men of his year. He may have fancied that thirty-page judgments on fifty-rupee cases both sides perjured to the gullet advanced the cause of Humanity.
So the Club had rest when he returned; and if ever you come across Aurelian McGoggin laying down the law on things Human he doesn't seem to know as much as he used to about things Divine put your forefinger on your lip for a moment, and see what happens. Don't blame me if he throws a glass at your head!
He worked nine hours a day steadily. "Very well," said the doctor, "you'll break down because you are over-engined for your beam." McGoggin was a little chap. One day, the collapse came as dramatically as if it had been meant to embellish a Tract. It was just before the Rains.
If McGoggin had kept his creed, with the capital letters and the endings in "isms," to himself, no one would have cared; but his grandfathers on both sides had been Wesleyan preachers, and the preaching strain came out in his mind. He wanted every one at the Club to see that they had no souls too, and to help him to eliminate his Creator.
Life's Handicap. This is not a tale exactly. It is a Tract; and I am immensely proud of it. Making a Tract is a Feat. Every man is entitled to his own religious opinions; but no man least of all a junior has a right to thrust these down other men's throats. The Government sends out weird Civilians now and again; but McGoggin was the queerest exported for a long time.
It only proved that men had no souls, and there was no God and no hereafter, and that you must worry along somehow for the good of Humanity. One of its minor tenets seemed to be that the one thing more sinful than giving an order was obeying it. At least, that was what McGoggin said; but I suspect he had misread his primers. I do not say a word against this creed.
Hauksbee said, when Tarrion thanked her, almost with tears in his eyes, was first: "I told you so!" and next, to herself: "What fools men are!" THE CONVERSION OF AURELIAN McGOGGIN. Ride with an idle whip, ride with an unused heel. But, once in a way, there will come a day When the colt must be taught to feel The lash that falls, and the curb that galls, and the sting of the rowelled steel.
At any rate, he worked too much, and worried and fretted over the rebukes he received, and lectured away on his ridiculous creed out of office, till the Doctor had to warn him that he was overdoing it. No man can toil eighteen annas in the rupee in June without suffering. But McGoggin was still intellectually "beany" and proud of himself and his powers, and he would take no hint.
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