I would form the character in the Ideal school, in order to make it bolder and grander and lovelier when it takes its place in that every-day life which is called Real.

And therefore I am not for placing the descendant of Sir Kenelm Digby, in the interval between school and college, with a man of the world, probably as cynical as Cousin Mivers and living in the stony thoroughfares of London." MR.

MIVERS (rousing himself).--"Before we plunge into that Serbonian bog--the controversy between the Realistic and the Idealistic academicians--I think the first thing to decide is what you want Kenelm to be hereafter.

When I order a pair of shoes, I decide beforehand what kind of shoes they are to be,--court pumps or strong walking shoes; and I don't ask the shoemaker to give me a preliminary lecture upon the different purposes of locomotion to which leather can be applied.

If, Sir Peter, you want Kenelm to scribble lackadaisical poems, listen to Parson John; if you want to fill his head with pastoral rubbish about innocent love, which may end in marrying the miller's daughter, listen to Parson John; if you want him to enter life a soft-headed greenhorn, who will sign any bill carrying 50 per cent to which a young scamp asks him to be security, listen to Parson John; in fine, if you wish a clever lad to become either a pigeon or a ring-dove, a credulous booby or a sentimental milksop, Parson John is the best adviser you can have." "But I don't want my son to ripen into either of those imbecile developments of species." "Then don't listen to Parson John; and there's an end of the discussion." "No, there is not.