God may yet give me the spirit for which I assure you I
have been and am continually praying, but He may not, and in that case
would it not be better for me to try and look out for something else?
I know that neither you nor John wish me to go into your business, nor
do I understand anything about money matters, but is there nothing
else that I can do? I do not like to ask you to maintain me while I
go in for medicine or the bar; but when I get my fellowship, which
should not be long first, I will endeavour to cost you nothing
further, and I might make a little money by writing or taking pupils.
I trust you will not think this letter improper; nothing is further
from my wish than to cause you any uneasiness. I hope you will make
allowance for my present feelings which, indeed, spring from nothing
but from that respect for my conscience which no one has so often
instilled into me as yourself. Pray let me have a few lines shortly.
I hope your cold is better. With love to Eliza and Maria, I am, your
affectionate son,
"THEOBALD PONTIFEX."
"Dear Theobald,--I can enter into your feelings and have no wish to
quarrel with your expression of them.
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