It was so personal, so malignant, that George, when he read it, writhed with shame and humiliation.

He tore the paper into fragments.
"Am I so envious and small as that! Before God, no words of mine shall ever go into print again!" he said, and he kept his word.
He came down every month or two to his mother.
"Why not try teaching, George ?" she said anxiously.

"These great scholars and scientific men have places and reputations which even you need not despise." He laughed bitterly.

"I tried for a place as tutor in a third-class school, and could not pass the examinations.

I know nothing accurately.