Household words, No. 16, July 13, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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Household words, No. 16, July 13, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
English literature -- Periodicals
During the time we spent in the play-ground, sundry chubby urchins came
up to the master with small articles which they had found; it being the
practice to impress on each, that nothing found belongs to the finder
unless, after due inquiry, no owner can be discovered. One brought
something looking like liquorice; another produced a halfpenny, which
the master appropriated. Perhaps, the master had dropped the halfpenny
to test the honesty of some of his pupils. One little fellow was made
happy by permission to keep a marble which he had picked up.
The children obeyed the summons to school with pleasing alacrity. This
is owing partly to the agreeable mode of tuition adopted, and in some
measure to the fact that the lessons are not allowed to become tedious
and oppressive. As soon as any parties give unequivocal signs of
weariness, either there is some playful relaxation introduced, or such
children are sent into the play-ground. On the present occasion, as soon
as the master applied his mouth to a whistle, away trooped the children
in glad groups to an ante-room. Here, arranged in five or six rows, boys
and girls intermixed stood with eyes fixed on the master, awaiting his
signals. At the word of command, each alternate row faced to the right,
the others to the left, and filed off, accompanying their march with a
suitable tune; their young voices blending in cheerful harmony, while
they kept time by clapping their hands, and by an occasional emphatic
stamp of the foot.
To enliven the routine of school duties, the master’s cur takes part in
them. He is a humorous dog, with an expressive countenance, and a
significant wag of the tail. In the intervals of lessons, his duty—which
is also his pleasure—consists in jumping over the benches or threading
the labyrinths of little legs under them. Now he darts with wild glee
into a spelling class; now he rushes among an alphabet group, and snarls
a playful “r-r-r-r,” as if to teach the true pronunciation of the canine
letter; now he climbs up behind a seated urchin, puts his forepaws on
the favourite’s shoulders, and, with a knowing look towards the master,
recommends his friend for promotion to a monitorship.
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