Mildred Arkell: A Novel. Vol. 2 (of 3)Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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Mildred Arkell: A Novel. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Wood, Henry, Mrs.
Fiction
To describe the consternation this caused would be difficult. It fell,
not only upon the boys, but on the masters, like a clap of thunder:
indeed the former cared for it the least. That the school was not in a
state, in regard to its proficiency of study, to bear an examination,
was a fact known to nearly everybody; and the head master, had it been
possible, would have resisted the fiat of the dean.
In point of fact, the school had become notorious for its inefficiency.
The old days of confining the boys' studies exclusively to Latin and
Greek were over; but the additional branches inaugurated could scarcely
be said to have begun. The masters, wedded to the old system, did not
take to them kindly; the boys did not, of their own will, take to them
at all. They could not spell; they knew nothing of English grammar,
except what they could pick up of it through their acquaintance with the
Latin; they hardly knew a single event in English, French, or modern
history; and of geography they were intensively ignorant. What could be
expected? For years and years, for many hours a day, had these boys been
kept to work, always at the old routine work, Latin and Greek. Examine
them in these classics, and Mr. Wilberforce would have no reason to
complain of his pupils; but in all else a charity boy could beat them.
Had one of those college boys been required to write a letter in
English, every other word in it would have been spelled incorrectly. I
am giving you a true account of the state of the school at that period:
and I fear that you will scarcely believe it. A few of the boys, a very
few, only some three or four, had been generally well educated; but
these owed it to the care, the forethought, perhaps the _means_ of their
parents: home tutors were expensive.
As Miss Beauclerc had said, it was in consequence of a letter, written
by one of the senior boys, that this trouble had come about. It was a
disgraceful letter--speaking in reference to its spelling and
composition--neither more nor less. The letter had been brought under
the astonished eyes of one of the chapter, and he showed it to the
dean. They awoke from their supineness, and much indignation at the
young scholar was privately expressed. What _did_ they expect? Did they
think spelling came to the boys intuitively, as pecking at grain does to
birds? It may be said that the boys ought to have been able to spell
correctly before entering the school, and to have possessed some other
general learning; that the parents ought to have taken care of that. But
"ought" does not go for much in this world. Many of the boys were
indulged children who had never been brought on at all, except in
reading, and that was essential, or they could not be admitted; and, at
that time, they entered young--nine years old. As they went in, little
ignoramuses, so they remained, except in the classics. Many a boy has
gone from that school to the university not educated at all, save in the
dead languages.
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