American prose literature; English prose literature; Narration (Rhetoric)
for the day, standing on the breakfast-table. The proclamation began
with “O-Yes!” three times repeated, and ended with “God save the
Queen, and down with the Radicals!” Anyone was at liberty to throw
bread, sugar, or boots at the crier during his announcement; and many
of my schoolfellows have since displayed extraordinary eloquence on
public platforms and in the pulpit.
In politics our instruction was entirely practical. For centuries
the school had been divided into bitterly hostile camps--day-boys
and boarders--doing the same work, sitting side by side in form,
but never speaking to each other or walking together, or playing
the same games. No feud of Whig and Tory, or Boer and Briton,
was so implacable as ours. “Skytes” we called them, those hated
day-boys, for whom the school was founded--mere Scythians, uncouth
and brutish things that sacrificed the flesh of men and drank from
a human skull. Out of school hours we did not suffer them within
school gates. They were excluded even from the ball-court, except for
fights. They were compelled to pay for separate football and cricket
fields; and in football they adopted the vulgar rules of Association,
while we aristocrats of tradition continued to cherish an almost
incomprehensible game, in which, as in a Homeric battle, the leaders
did the fighting, while the indistinguishable host trampled to and
fro in patient pursuit of a ball which they rarely touched, but
sometimes saw. The breach may have begun when Elizabeth was Queen,
or in the days of Cavaliers and Roundheads, and there is no knowing
how long it would have lasted but for the wisdom of that wise master
already mentioned. Whilst I was still there, myself a red-hot
boarder, he began delicately to reason, amid the choking indignation
of both sides, whose rancor increased as reason shook it. No reformer
ever set himself to a task so hopeless, and yet it was accomplished.
Within a year we were playing football under Association rules
together, and before the old school was removed the wrath of ages was
appeased.
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