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"Let feeble hands iniquitously just, Rake up the relics of the sinful dust, Let Ignorance mock the pang it cannot heal, And Malice brand what Mercy would conceal; It matters not!" "And I," said Kennedy, "should have been vehemently inclined to tweak the man's nose." "But what did you say, Mr Admer?" asked Lillyston. "I answered a fool according to his folly.
"Not to men up here," said Mr Admer. "`They think the rustic cackle of their body The murmur of the world."
With God's help he would not miss the meaning of his life, but take the tide of opportunity while it was at the flood. Before rejoining his mother, he determined to call on one of the junior fellows, the only one with whom he had any acquaintance, the Reverend N Admer.
Julian had no intention that any strange eye should see how much he had felt his disappointment, so when Mr Admer came to see him, he gave no sign of vexation, and they talked indifferently for a few minutes, till Mr Admer said "Well, Home, I'm sorry you haven't got this scholarship. Not that it makes the least difference, you know, really.
But, besides these, he had been sought out by all the most distinguished men among the Saint Werner's undergraduates, while Mr Admer, who improved immensely on acquaintance, had introduced him to some of the most genial and least exclusive dons.
"Hush!" said Julian, "I can't stand any such Philadelphus hints about Coleridge. By the bye, Owen, you might have quoted a still more apt illustration from Seneca, who criticises Livy for saying `Vir ingenii magni magis quam boni' with the remark, `Non potest illud separari; aut et bonum erit aut nec magnum." Mr Admer, who was one of the circle, chuckled inwardly at the discussion.
"I didn't mean quite `all that sort of thing, since you seem fond of the phrase," said Julian, "but really I think my aspirations, whatever they are, would only tire you. Good morning." "Good morning," said Mr Admer, nodding. "We don't shake hands up here. I shall come and call on you soon." "The later the better," thought Julian, as he descended the narrow stairs.
"My dear fellow," said Mr Admer, "how in the world can you be so insane as to bury yourself alive, at the age of twenty-two, in so obscure a place as the vicarage of Elstan?" "Oh, Elstan is a charming place," said Julian; "I visited it before accepting it, and found it to be one of those dear little English villages in the greenest fields of Wiltshire.
"And what do you think of Saint Werner's?" asked Mr Admer, taking the initiative, with a yawn. Julian's face lighted up. "Think of it! I feel uncommonly proud already of being a Saint Werner's man." "Genius loci, and all that sort of thing, eh?" The sneering way in which this was said left room for no reply, so Mr Admer continued. "Ah you'll soon find all that sort of twaddle wear off."
After a few commonplace remarks, Julian ventured on a question or two as to the purchases which he would immediately require, the hours of lecture and hall, and the thousand-and-one trifles of which a newcomer is necessarily ignorant. Mr Admer seemed to think this a great bore, and answered languidly enough, advising Julian not to be "more fresh" than he could help.
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