Disunion has always been the bane of the Church." Once more I fell into a reverie.

My mind now reverted to the past; methought I was in a small comfortable room wainscoted with oak; I was seated on one side of a fireplace, close by a table on which were wine and fruit; on the other side of the fire sat a man in a plain suit of brown, with the hair combed back from his somewhat high forehead; he had a pipe in his mouth, which for some time he smoked gravely and placidly, without saying a word; at length, after drawing at the pipe for some time rather vigorously, he removed it from his mouth, and emitting an accumulated cloud of smoke, he exclaimed in a slow and measured tone, "As I was telling you just now, my good chap, I have always been an enemy to humbug." When I awoke from my reverie the Reverend Mr.Platitude was quitting the apartment.
"Who is that person ?" said I to my entertainer, as the door closed behind him.
"Who is he ?" said my host; "why, the Rev.Mr.Platitude." "Does he reside in this neighbourhood ?" "He holds a living about three miles from here; his history, as far as I am acquainted with it, is as follows.

His father was a respectable tanner in the neighbouring town, who, wishing to make his son a gentleman, sent him to college.

Having never been at college myself, I cannot say whether he took the wisest course; I believe it is more easy to unmake than to make a gentleman; I have known many gentlemanly youths go to college, and return anything but what they went.

Young Mr.
Platitude did not go to college a gentleman, but neither did he return one; he went to college an ass, and returned a prig; to his original folly was superadded a vast quantity of conceit.