The Navy offered the same cause for objection, strengthened by a natural aversion to the water, which made him decline going to sea.
What was to be done with the incorrigible youth?
Sir Robert flew into a passion--called him a coward--a disgrace to the name of Moncton.
My grandfather, who was a philosopher in his way, pleaded guilty to the first charge.

From his cradle he had carefully avoided scenes of strife and violence, and had been a quiet, industrious boy at school, a sober plodding student at college, minding his own business, and troubling himself very little with the affairs of others.

The sight of blood made him sick; he hated the smell of gunpowder, and would make any sacrifice of time and trouble rather than come to blows.

He now listened to the long catalogue of his demerits, which his angry progenitor poured forth against him, with such stoical indifference, that it nearly drew upon him the corporeal punishment which at all times he so much dreaded.
Sir Robert at length named the Church, as the profession best suited to a young man of his peaceable disposition, and flew into a fresh paroxysm of rage, when the obstinate fellow positively refused to be a parson.
"He had a horror," he said, "of making a mere profession of so sacred a calling.

Besides, he had an awkward impediment in his speech, and he did not mean to stand up in a pulpit to expose his infirmity to the ridicule of others." Honour to my grandfather.