I shall overflow with gratitude at this mark of your royal condescension.

The bird-like happiness has flown away from my nest-like heart and has not hitherto returned from the period whence the rose of my father's life suffered the autumnal breath of death, in plain English he passed through the gates of Grave, and from that hour the phantom of delight has never danced before me." It is all school-English, book-English, you see; and good enough, too, all things considered.

If the native boy had but that one study he would shine, he would dazzle, no doubt.

But that is not the case.

He is situated as are our public-school children--loaded down with an over-freightage of other studies; and frequently they are as far beyond the actual point of progress reached by him and suited to the stage of development attained, as could be imagined by the insanest fancy.
Apparently--like our public-school boy--he must work, work, work, in school and out, and play but little.