For this purpose I fixed my eyes on a certain divinity-student, with the intention of exchanging a few phrases, and then forcing my court-card, namely, The great end of being. I will thank you for the sugar, I said. Man is a dependent creature. It is a small favor to ask, said the divinity-student, and passed the sugar to me. Life is a great bundle of little things, I said.

How pleasant it would be, if in another state of being we could have shapes like our former selves for playthings, we standing outside or inside of them, as we liked, and they being to us just what we used to be to others! I wonder if there will be nothing like what we call "play," after our earthly toys are broken, said the schoolmistress. Hush, said I, what will the divinity-student say?

Rich, juicy, lively, fragrant, russet skinned old Chaucer was an Easter-Beurre; the buds of a new summer were swelling when he ripened. There is no power I envy so much said the divinity-student as that of seeing analogies and making comparisons.

It was undeniable that on several occasions the Little Gentleman had expressed himself with a good deal of freedom on a class of subjects which, according to the divinity-student, he had no right to form an opinion upon. He therefore considered his future welfare in jeopardy. The Muggletonian sect have a very odd way of dealing with people.

But there are those who want to make private property of everything, and can't make up their minds that people who don't think as they do should claim any interest in that infinite compassion expressed in the central figure of the Christendom which includes us all. The divinity-student expressed a hope before the boarders that he should meet him in heaven.

What I wanted to say about books is this: that there are times in which every active mind feels itself above any and all human books. I think a man must have a good opinion of himself, Sir, said the divinity-student, who should feel himself above Shakspeare at any time.

I should like to ask, said the divinity-student, since we are getting into metaphysics, how you can admit space, if all things are in contact, and how you can admit time, if it is always now to something? I thought it best not to hear this question. I wonder if you know this class of philosophers in books or elsewhere.

With this preliminary caution I shall proceed to the story of the Little Gentleman's leaving us. When the divinity-student found that our fellow-boarder was not likely to remain long with us, he, being a young man of tender conscience and kindly nature, was not a little exercised on his behalf.

It was the sacrament that washed out the memory of long years of bitterness, and I should hold it an unworthy thought to defend her. The Little Gentleman repaid her with the only tear any of us ever saw him shed. The divinity-student rose from his place, and, turning away from the sick man, walked to the other side of the room, where he bowed his head and was still.

And yet the divinity-student was a good Christian, and those heathen images which remind one of the childlike fancies of the dying Adrian were only the efforts of his imagination to give shape to the formless and position to the placeless. Neither did his thoughts spread themselves out and link themselves as I have displayed them.