d even now I am debating to what profession to devote my energies--the law, the Church, or physic. Sometimes I fancy public life, or to seek my fortune at court, where I have kindred who might aid me; but yet, in truth, I am undecided."
"Ah, that's good," exclaimed Waymouth with animation. "The law--to persuade your hearers that black is white, and to set men by the ears-- let that alone an' you value your soul."
It is not surprising that the young seaman should give expression to a vulgar and ignorant prejudice against one of the most necessary of professions.
"Physic! `Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none on't,' as Will Shakespeare has it," continued Waymouth. "No, no, Ned, learn not to murder thy friends and those that trust thee. As to the Church, I'll say nothing against that if thou hast a calling to the ministry. To care for the soul's welfare is a noble office, but if sought for the sake of filthy lucre it's a mean, despicable trade, so we hold who follow the sea. And then thou tal