He took me home; and wishing to give my clerical ardour a different turn, prepared me for writing sermons by reading me a dozen a day.

I grew tired of this, strange as it may seem to you.

'Father,' said I, one morning, 'it is no use talking; I will not go into the Church,--that's positive.

Give me your blessing and a hundred pounds, and I'll go up to London and get a living instead of a curacy.' My father stormed; but I got the better at last.

I talked of becoming a private tutor; swore I had heard nothing was so easy,--the only things wanted were pupils; and the only way to get them was to go to London and let my learning be known.