Our cousin received the proposal with a true Sardonic grin.

Aye, cried he, this is indeed a very pretty career, that has been chalked out for you.

I have been an usher at a boarding school myself; and may I die by an anodyne necklace, but I had rather be an under turnkey in Newgate.

I was up early and late: I was brow-beat by the master, hated for my ugly face by the mistress, worried by the boys within, and never permitted to stir out to meet civility abroad.

But are you sure you are fit for a school?
Let me examine you a little.