THE STORY OF MY LEGAL 

 EXAMINATION. 





Y Aunt paid a Conveyancer a hundred pounds 



to teach me all he knew, or, at all events, so 



much of his knowledge as he could spare, 



without inconvenience to himself. 



The implicit confidence reposed in me, subsequently, by 



my Aunt, seems to render a sort of Apologia necessary, in 



order to " show cause " why my legal knowledge was never 



of any great service either to her or myself. 



On reviewing the commencement of my career, I find 

 that we were all three mistaken in our views of the future. 

 By all three, I mean, my Aunt, my Uncle (her brother), and 

 their Nephew, myself. One mistake I made at a very early 

 period, namely, at Camford, where I astonished my uncle 

 by being unable to point out my name to him in the Honour 

 List of the Little-Go examination. However, I proved to 

 him, that it was only owing to my having taken up a line of 

 study totally different from that expected by the Examiners, 

 that I had been, to speak technically, " plucked." 



I had disdained to attempt the ordinary line, and, there- 



