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had come of a certain plant he had seen in such place 

 years ago, that lie could not see it any where. My 

 son knew nothing of it ; he had never seen nor heard 

 of the plant, besides, two of his friends came hither 

 and told me that he had come hither many years ago 

 and that they ought to visit me that they would see 

 many things they would not see any where else. Now 

 I must finish my confession, and that man's doings as 

 a priest. He would not eat meat on a Friday, even 

 on Wednesday. I once, without knowing what day it 

 was, I offered him some Italian dainty called 

 " Mortadella," some prepared ham he would not 

 eat it, because it was Ash Wednesday, yet he would 

 not hesitate to lie any day in the week without scruple. 

 However it is the recollection of that circumstance 

 that brought our rupture for ever. I had very nearly 

 taken him by the arm and shown him the gate of our 

 grounds and tell him to clear as quick as he could walk 

 but my reason, my philosophy, if you please, but more 

 than that, my sudden remembrance of my long shame- 

 ful intercourse with him prevented me kicking him 

 out, for I found in my conscience I had been as wrong 

 as he was, in my tolerating him, true, only on account 

 of his being fond of plants, and that I could discuss 

 linguistic with him. His ultramontane theories had 

 become so intolerable that I made up my mind to turn 



