Work on, Walter Rose, and He who seeth in
secret will reward you openly! but expect no gratitude from those for
whose salvation you, like the great tenderhearted apostle, would almost
be ready to wish yourself accursed.
Nearly every one in that noisy group was abusing Mr. Rose. It had long
been Brigson's cue to do so; he derided him on every opportunity, and
delighted to represent him as hypocritical and insincere. Even his weak
health was the subject of Brigson's coarse ridicule, and the bad boy
paid, in deep hatred, the natural tribute which vice must ever accord to
excellence.
"You see how he turns on his pets if they offend him," said Brigson;
"why, even that old beast Gordon isn't as bad."
"Yes; while poor Eric was reading, Rose reminded me of Milton's
serpent," drawled Bull;
"Hope elevates and joy brightens his crest."
"He-e-ar! He-e-ar!" said Pietrie; "_vide_ the last fifth form Rep."
"I expect Eric won't see everything so much _couleur de Rose_ now, as
the French frog hath it," remarked Graham.
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