Ah! Mr.
Regulus, you were cruel then.
Methinks I see him,--hear him now, weighing in the iron scales of criticism every springing, winged idea, cutting and slashing the words till it seemed to me they dropped blood,--then glancing from me to the living rows of benches with such a cold, sarcastic smile.
"What a barbarous, unfeeling monster!" perhaps I hear some one exclaim.
No, he was not.

He could be very kind and indulgent.

He had been kind and generous to me.

He gave me my tuition, and had taken unwearied pains with my lessons.

He could forgive great offences, but had no toleration for little follies.