the only necessary knowledge, and the only passports to wealth and distinction; and so long as that was the case, all classes were satisfied with them.-But the world soon wanted other knowledge.-It wanted arithmetic, landsurveying, engineering, and a thousand other things by which men make money, and get on in the world. But these things grammar schools could not or would not teach. So boys were sent to other places, where wise men, or pretenders to wisdom, professed to teach all that is necessary for these very enlightened times; and the old school benches soon became empty. There, grammar schools were wrong;-they should have adapted themselves more to the wants of the times; and then they might have flourished as of old, to the great benefit of the whole nation. But I am forgetting your story, and what is more, forgetting my dinner. Till we meet tomorrow, farewell!"

CHAPTER V.

You call this education, do you not?
Why, 'tis the forced march of a herd of bullocks
Before a shouting drover. The glad van
Move on at ease, and pause a while to snatch
A passing morsel from the dewy greensward;
While all the blows, the oaths, the indignation
Fall on the croupe of the ill-fated laggard
That cripples in the rear.

OLD PLAY.

WELL, sir," said the old man, smiling, as we met at the appointed spot about one o'clock, "now for Hawkshead school! I hope you have brought all your stock of patience with you, and no appetite for any thing beyond my little adventures on my first appearance under the frown of a schoolmaster."

"Speaking of appetites," said I, interrupting him, and seeing what I now see before me, reminds me of a

good joke against myself, which took place when I first knew Manchester. I was standing upon this bridge, (or rather its predecessor the old bridge, for the Victoria was not then built,) at this hour of the day, when suddenly I saw a rush of men, women, and children upon it, from the Manchester side, which astonished me not a little. I should think there could not be fewer than three or four hundred of them; all posting along at a great pace, with a good deal of anxiety and determination written on their countenances; and, though they said not a word to each other, with evidently one common object in view. They were rather shabbily dressed, and clearly belonged to one class of society. The imagination immediately conjured up various startling reasons for this unexpected concourse, such as a fire, a fight, or a radical meeting. Seeing one solitary individual who was standing still, like myself, to let the crowd pass by, and whose countenance seemed to express that he was quite aware of the cause of this irruption into Salford, I could not resist the temptation of speaking to him, and said 'My good friend, where are all these people going to?' To their dinners,' said he, quietly and with a grin on his face, that made me ashamed of my ignorance, and which raises a smile on my cheek every time I see the same sight, which any man may do who stands here at one o'clock in the day, and sees the workmen of Manchester hasten home to their dinners in Salford."

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"Many a marvellous story," said the old man, arisen out of a much less plausible foundation.

"has

Well, sir, to my tale.-There stood I, an anxious and trembling little boy, for the first time in my life at the door of a school. What a large and awful place I thought it! The very outside frightened me almost beyond endurance, and then, I thought, what is going on within! My fears were more than realized on entrance; for the first thing that caught my eye was the head master himself,-old Bowman, sitting in awful state at the head of the school, with a great buzz wig on his head, and a most formidable ferula lying on the desk before

him. The old oak benches, cut and carved with names, some of which, insignificant as they then were, are now recorded in the history of our country, seemed formidable in my eyes, as compared with the smaller articles of the same kind in my own home; and the sight of so many boys all gathered together, and all busy at their own occupations, made my poor little head almost spin round in confusion. I and my companions were, of course, as new comers, placed on the lowest form, and had to wait our turn to be called upon by the master of the lower school. During that time I had leisure to look around me, which I did with fear and trembling. At the head of the school, next to the master, sat Joshua Prince, of whom I had often heard as the first boy in the school, and a great favourite with the master. With what a feeling of admiration did I regard him! He was the son of a miller in the neighbourhood; but having shown great talents in early life, his parents determined to give him a good education and send him to college, in hopes that he might hereafter rise to eminence and distinction. Nor did he disappoint their expectations. He carried off the highest honours of his university, and is now one of the proudest boasts of Hawkshead school -thanks to good old archbishop Sandys for having built and endowed it! I dont know how it is, sir, but I am as proud of Joshua Prince, and my old school, as if I had succeeded like Joshua in the world, instead of being what I am! Well, at last we were called up ; and never shall I forget the anxiety of that moment! Of course, was at the bottom of my class, and some boys much older and bigger than myself were at the top. But I now found the advantage of my good mother's early care, and soon discovered that I was by no means the worst scholar among them. At last we came to spelling:Spell kingdom,' said the master to the first boy of the class, in a voice of thunder.-' K, i, n, d, o, m,' said the boy; (and that boy you must know, was Tom Hebblethwaite, the very person whom you saw last summer cutting off the old cock's tail-I dare say he was thinking

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of me at the very time)—'k, i, n, d, o, m,' said Tom; 'g,' exclaimed I from the bottom of the class. That's right,' said the master, 'stand up!' So there was I, raised at once from the bottom to the top, covered with glory! Tom made room for me very slowly, but the eye of the master was upon him, and he gave way. At last the day was over, and, as I thought, most triumphantly for myself; but I was woefully mistaken! No sooner had the school broken up, and the masters left for their own homes, than I saw Tom approaching me in the schoolyard, evidently with no friendly intentions. So!' said he, you think yourself, I dare say, a very fine fellow-I think you a mother's darling'-accompanying this very civil speech with a box on the ear. My blood was roused at this, more especially as he sneered at my mother, which to my feelings was past endurance; and, though scarcely half his size, I turned fiercely round upon him, and fairly knocked him down! A battle! a battle !' was immediately the cry through the school-yard; and though half the boys had seemed to be dispersed for their own homes, yet somehow their ears seemed to catch this delightful sound in a most extraordinary manner, and the whole school was round us in an incredibly short space of time. A ring was immediately formed, and due preparations were made for the contest, according to the laws of that brutal sport which had prevailed in the school from time immemorial,- Joshua Prince being at the head. How I felt the injustice of that moment! and though I have in some degree changed my opinion on the subject since, yet I feel much of that injustice to the present day. My opponent, as I have said, was almost twice my size and strength, and was actuated by the worst and most malicious feelings, jealousy and revenge: I had nothing to support me, except a sense of injustice done me, and a resolution to obtain a character for manliness which I knew to be essential to a schoolboy. I hoped, therefore, that the bystanders would see the unfairness of such a contest, and interfere in my behalf. But no; they

were too anxious for what they called 'the sport,' to give one thought to the merits of the case. I looked imploringly at Joshua Prince, expecting to see a friend in him at least; but his eye was inexorable, and, like the rest, he was eager for the battle. We fought—he for revenge, I for honour, but in despair! As might be expected, I was severely bruised and beaten, yet I scorned to yield the victory as long as I was able to resist, and the issue was what neither of the combatants expected. In his eagerness to secure the victory, Tom at last struck me when I was on the ground. A cry of 'foul, foul,' was immediately raised, and I was taken up from the ground and carried round the yard by my schoolfellows, and formally proclaimed victor by the whole school! Tom was forced to admit the justice of this decision, and slunk away full of shame and disappointment. So there was I, like many another conqueror, with no other laurels to show as the fruit of my victory than the injuries which I had received during the contest. It is true I had gained the respect of my schoolfellows, but I had paid dearly for it, both in body and mind. A cloud had been cast over the sunshine of my first school-day; and what was worse, I had, in this plight, to face the anger of my father, and the anxious looks of my poor expecting mother."

(To be continued)