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
Of course, when the innovation (as the masters regarded it) came in, a
little stir was caused. A pretence was made of teaching the school
foreign branches, such as spelling and geography; but whether it might
be owing to the innate prejudice of their masters, or to their own
stupidity, little, if any, progress was made. The boys remained
lamentably deficient; and they thought it no shame to be so. Rather the
contrary, in fact; for a feeling grew up in the school that these
common branches of learning were not essential to them as gentlemen;
that it was derogatory altogether to a foundation school to have them
introduced. The masters had winked at this state of things, and they
perhaps did not know how intensely ignorant some of their best classical
scholars were.
It may be imagined, therefore, what the consternation was when the
dean's announcement was received early in August. There was to be an
examination held; but not until November; so the boys and the masters
had three months to prepare. It's true you cannot convert ignorant boys
into finished scholars in three months, however humble may be the
attainments required; but you may do something towards it by means of
drilling. So the boys, to their intense disgust, were drilled late and
early--and that disgust did not render their apprehensions the quicker.
Amidst the very few who need not fear that, or any other examination,
was Henry Arkell. He was not yet a senior boy (speaking of the four
seniors), but he was by far the best scholar in the school. He owed this
chiefly to his father. Mr. Peter Arkell was so finished a scholar
himself, it had been strange indeed if he had not sought to render his
son one; and Henry's abilities were of a most superior order.
Indeed--but that a sort of prejudice exists against these clever lads,
I could say a great deal more of his abilities, his attainments, than I
mean to say--for this is no fictitious history. Intellectual, clever,
good, refined, sensitive, Henry Arkell seemed to be one of those
superior spirits not meant for this world. The event too often proves
that they were not meant for it.
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