The notary's nose;

I50 THE NOTARY S NOSE.
must tell you that you're not here as master; and I've too much goodness to let
you stay here as servant. In a word, I
think I should be doing you a poor service
in keeping you in an uncertain position,
which would spoil your habits and pervert
your character. A year more of this lazy,
dependent life, you would lose taste for
work, and you would become a man out
of place. Now, I ought to say to you,
that men out of their proper places are
the curse of our age. Put your hand on
your heart, and tell me if you would be
willing to become the curse of your age.
Poor, unfortunate fellow! haven't you
more than once sighed for the honest
name of laboring man-your title of nobility? For you are one of those whom God
has created to ennoble themselves by useful effort; you belong to the aristocracy
of labor. Work, then-no longer as you
used to, in uncertainty and privation; but