School-life at Winchester College : $b or, the reminiscences of a Winchester junior under the old régime, 1835-40. — John Shaqi
School-life at Winchester College : $b or, the reminiscences of a Winchester junior under the old régime, 1835-40.Mansfield, Robert Blachford
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School-life at Winchester College : $b or, the reminiscences of a Winchester junior under the old régime, 1835-40.
Mansfield, Robert Blachford
Students -- England -- Winchester; Winchester College -- History
Evening Chapel took place at nine, immediately after which the Inferiors
had to go to bed; the Præfects were allowed to sit up till ten. How sweet
was sleep in those days, and so sound, that on one occasion, when called
in the morning, I found myself unable to move; on struggling to rise,
I got the point of a stick in my eye, and gradually became aware that
all the faggots in chamber had been piled on the bed during my slumber,
without disturbing me in the least. On another occasion, (in which I was
an active instead of a passive agent,) we corded up a boy, mattress,
bedclothes, and all, so tight that he could not stir, (during which
operation he slept soundly,) and was finally cut out by the bedmaker
after Chapel. Again; one night I was sitting up in bed reading, and was
very much disturbed by the obdurate snoring of another boy at the end of
the room. Being unable to make him desist, and wishing to go to sleep,
I put out my candle by throwing it at him; it struck the wall above his
head, upon which he gave a grunt and a start, ceased snoring, and we all
went to sleep. The next morning when he woke, he found the wick of the
candle lying like a worm on his pillow, the whole of the grease having
soaked into his hair.
Almost all the Fag’s lessons were learnt in Chambers at Toy-time, or
sitting up at night, as, during two-thirds of the time in school, they
were repeating their lessons, and the Fagging during the rest of the day
was continuous. There was a curious kind of understanding between the
Masters and boys about sitting up at night. Two or three days a-week,
one of the Masters used to make the round of the Chambers about eleven
o’clock. As he passed each window, he could quite easily, and generally
did, look in. In all probability he would see the Præfects at their
washing-stools hard at work, and two-thirds of the other boys sitting
up in bed reading, writing, or learning lines by heart,—the former with
two, and the latter with one candle each. On opening the door with his
Master-key, (which was not generally done with extreme rapidity,) what a
different scene would present itself to his eyes,—a room dimly lighted by
a rushlight, with eight or nine boys in bed, apparently fast asleep, and
snoring particularly loud. At the first rattle of the key, the Præfects,
having their beds previously turned down, extinguished the candles,
shut up their books, and dashed into bed, boots, clothes, and all,—a
proceeding that long practice had rendered quite easy. Those in bed,
with a sweep of the arm, drew under the clothes candlestick, ink, paper,
hooks, and all. Sometimes a Præfect was not quick enough, or a Junior had
gone to sleep with his candle alight, in both of which cases the former
got the punishment, the Inferior settling his part of the reckoning with
the Præfect afterwards.
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