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You may spade up the ocean as much as you like, and harrow it afterwards, if you can, but the moon will still lead the tides, and the winds will form their surface. Do you know Richardson's Dictionary? I said to my neighbor the divinity-student. Haöw? said the divinity-student. It was too late. A country-boy, lassoed when he was a half-grown colt.
The excitement of pleading his cause before his self-elected spiritual adviser, the emotion which overcame him, when the young girl obeyed the sudden impulse of her feelings and pressed her lips to his cheek, the thoughts that mastered him while the divinity-student poured out his soul for him in prayer, might well hurry on the inevitable moment.
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.
The Divinity-Student is my neighbor on the right, and further down, that Young Fellow of whom I have repeatedly spoken. The Landlady's Daughter sits near the Koh-i-noor, as I said. The Poor Relation near the Landlady. At the right upper corner is a fresh-looking youth of whose name and history I have as yet learned nothing.
Steam's up! said the young man John, so called, in a low tone. Three hundred and sixty-five tons to the square inch. Let him blow her off, or he'll bu'st his b'iler. The divinity-student took it calmly, only whispering that he thought there was a little confusion of images between a galvanic battery and a charge of cavalry.
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.
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.
There was a young divinity-student, who made greedy reaches for the cake-plate, and who summed up for Thyrsis all the cant and commonness of the church. There was a dry-goods clerk, who wore flaring ties, and who played the role of a "masher" upon the avenue every evening.
The divinity-student turned towards me, looking mischievous. Can you tell me, he said, who wrote a song for a temperance celebration once, of which the following is a verse? Alas for the loved one, too gentle and fair The joys of the banquet to chasten and share! Her eye lost its light that his goblet might shine, And the rose of her cheek was dissolved in his wine! I did, I answered.
I should be sorry, I remarked, a day or two afterwards, to the divinity-student, if anything I said tended in any way to foster any jealousy between the professions, or to throw disrespect upon that one on whose counsel and sympathies almost all of us lean in our moments of trial.
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