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THE TRADER AND THE GENTLE; OR, THE CHANGING GENERATION.
"No, my dear foster-brother," said the Nevile, "I do not yet comprehend the choice you have made.

You were reared and brought up with such careful book-lere, not only to read and to write--the which, save the mark! I hold to be labour eno'-- but chop Latin and logic and theology with Saint Aristotle (is not that his hard name ?) into the bargain, and all because you had an uncle of high note in Holy Church.

I cannot say I would be a shaveling myself; but surely a monk with the hope of preferment is a nobler calling to a lad of spirit and ambition than to stand out at a door and cry, 'Buy, buy,' 'What d'ye lack ?' to spend youth as a Flat-cap, and drone out manhood in measuring cloth, hammering metals, or weighing out spices ?" "Fair and softly, Master Marmaduke," said Alwyn, "you will understand me better anon.

My uncle, the sub-prior, died,--some say of austerities, others of ale,--that matters not; he was a learned man and a cunning.
'Nephew Nicholas,' said he on his death-bed, 'think twice before you tie yourself up to the cloister; it's ill leaping nowadays in a sackcloth bag.