"A school is the very thing! A school it shall be!" And a school it was.
Upon the main street of the pleasant village of Delafield Savory Gray, Esq., hired a large house, with an avenue of young lindens in front, a garden on one side, and a spacious play-ground in the rear.

The pretty pond was not far away, with its sloping shores and neat villas, and a distant spire upon the opposite bank--the whole like the vignette of an English pastoral poem.

Here the merchant turned from importing pongees to inculcating principles.

His old friends sent some of their children to the new school, and persuaded their friends to send others.

Some of his former correspondents in other parts of the world, not entirely satisfied with the Asian and East Indian systems of education, shipped their sons to Mr.Gray.The good man was glad to see them.