This is to be traced in the same manner to their excess of society with each other, and defect of mingling with the world.

Hence the peculiar avidity with which such books as the "Arabian Nights' Entertainments," and others of a still wilder cast, are, or at least were in my time, sought for by the boys.

I remember when some half-dozen of them set off from school, without map, card, or compass, on a serious expedition to find out _Philip Quarll's Island_.
The Christ's Hospital boy's sense of right and wrong is peculiarly tender and apprehensive.

It is even apt to run out into ceremonial observances, and to impose a yoke upon itself beyond the strict obligations of the moral law.

Those who were contemporaries with me at that school thirty years ago, will remember with what more than Judaic rigor the eating of the fat of certain boiled meats[1] was interdicted.