Of course the General inflicted a severe punishment upon us, and also upon the offending Cerberus. _Moral._--I believe that, if a lecturer or a master had gone to complain to an English head-master that all his pupils went to sleep whilst he lectured, the head-master would have answered him: "My dear sir, if your lecture sends your audience to sleep, it is your fault, not mine, and I don't see how I can help you." And the sooner the man sent in his resignation, the better for the comfort of all concerned. If you are a Frenchman, never allow your boys to call you _Mossoo_, _Myshoo_, _Mounzeer_, or any other British adaptation of _Monsieur_. If you do, you may just as well allow them to pat you on the back and call you "Old chappie." They should call you "Sir," otherwise you will lose your footing and fail to be the colleague of the English masters. You will only be the _Mossoo_ of the place, something, in the world, like the _Mademoiselle_ (from Paris), or the _Fraulein_ (from Hanover), of the Establishment for Young Ladies round the corner. * * * * * All the _Frauleins_ come from Hanover, as all the _Mademoiselles_ are Parisian and Protestants, if I am to believe the column of scholastic advertisements in the English newspapers. This is wonderful, is it not? * * * * * If you set any value on your reputation and your time, never carry the interest which you naturally take in your pupils the length of inviting them to come to your house to receive extra teaching at your hands, unless it be as a means of improving your revenue. I once determined to devote all my Saturday evenings to two young fellows whom I was anxious to pass through the Indian Civil Service examination. I thus worked with them five months. Their fathers were men of position. I never received so much as a post-card of thanks from them. If I had charged them a guinea for each visit, I should have received two checks with "many thanks for my valuable services," which would have benefited my banking account and given satisfaction to my professional vanity. I have since "checked" my love for boys. * * * * * Shun interviews with parents, mothers especially, as you would the plague. Leave this privilege to the head-master, who is paid handsomely for these little drawbacks to his position. If they invite you to dinner, do not fall into the snare, but remember that a previous engagement prevents you from having the pleasure of accepting their kind invitation. Never enter into correspondence with them on the subject of "their dear boy." If, to inflict scruples on your conscience, they should enclose a stamped envelope, give a penny to the first beggar you meet on leaving school. Relieve the conscience, but, whatever you do, don't answer. * * * * *