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Vansh Sharma Certified Buyer 2 months ago. Amit Prabhakar Certified Buyer 13 days ago. He learnt the passages like a parrot and had no idea what the words meant, nor any idea that they could by any stretch of imagination be poetry.
He pretended to learn them with much greater difficulty than was really the case, as his memory was in reality quite remarkably good. German and French he detested still more, and allowed as little as possible of either tongue to penetrate into his mind. Nevertheless by the time he went to school he knew a great many speeches from Shakespeare's historical plays by heart, and a great many of La Fontaine's fables, besides passages from Pope and Dryden, all of which were far too advanced for him to understand.
The routine of lessons was the same for the children in London and in the country, and lessons, save for the interruption of a walk, took up all the morning, an hour in the evening before tea, and a certain amount of time for "preparation" after tea. Towards the end of July the nursery and schoolroom passages were obstructed by large shiny leather boxes, which meant that the family were going to move down to the country.
Bramsley Hall was in Easthamptonshire, only a little over an hour's journey from London. It was situated in rather a bleak stretch of country, and the west front of the house looked out on the high-road to London.
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The nursery looked out on this road, and on Sundays C. The garden was still stately, and the house had a shabby dignity of its own. It was an old house, but had been made more modern at three different epochs. The prevailing style was Early Victorian, although there were still scattered traces and solid remains of many periods, Caroline, Queen Anne and Georgian, and it had escaped the vandalism of restoration. The move to Bramsley was an event which would have been hailed with excitement by the children, and especially by C. In the first place, there was Mademoiselle, and Mademoiselle and lessons in general were far more irksome in the country than in London; in the second place, there was a neighbouring family, the Calhouns, which played an important part in their lives; and in the third place, there were the uncles and aunts who stayed in the house for long periods at a time.
Lessons at Bramsley seemed to C. It was hard to pore over problems in arithmetic, to learn by heart the fable of Les Animaux Malades de la Peste, to grapple with rules of French past participles, while outside at that very moment there was a bird in the raspberry nets waiting to be caught; minnows waiting to be fished in the stream which ran through the kitchen garden; peaches hanging ripe on the sunburnt wall, waiting to be stolen; while the breeze, through the open windows, brought with it sights and sounds from the world which was at present forbidden and shut from view even by the red and yellow Venetian blinds: the rhythmical music of the mowing machine, and the smell of the warm flowers on the terrace, and the cries of Harry, who was not yet a thrall to the full discipline of the schoolroom, as he raced down the lawn.
It was in moments like these that C.
He saw no possible redeeming feature in them anywhere, and as he pored over the speech in Absalom and Ahitophel, which he was learning by heart, he wished that all authors, and especially the French and British poets, were at the bottom of the sea. Mademoiselle Walter was intelligent enough to know that C. The English governess who had preceded her, Miss Meredith, had likewise understood C. But then Miss Meredith had left just when she might have been a friend for C.
Mademoiselle Walter divined in C. But such was his dislike for Mademoiselle that he never admitted he learnt these poems by heart for his own pleasure. On the contrary, he pretended that he hated them, and he never lost an opportunity before Mademoiselle of decrying the French; only since she was Alsatian, and in order to make quite sure of offending her, he decried the Germans as well. There was only one ecstatic moment in schoolroom life at Bramsley, and that was when Mademoiselle Walter went for her holidays; this happened sometimes in the month of August and sometimes in the month of September.
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The second cross of the children's life at Bramsley were their neighbours, the Calhouns, a family who lived ten miles off, and consisted of a retired soldier, an energetic wife, three daughters, who were the bosom friends of Julia and Marjorie, and two boys, Albert and Freddy, one of whom was older than C. They were his playfellows, and were always held up to him as an example of what boys should be. They did their lessons well; they were said to be, and what is more, they were, extremely intelligent; they rode well and they played cricket well.
It was this last fact which was destined to mar two of the principal pleasures of C. Hatch, the under-butler, and in company with James, the footman, Alec, the groom, and Teddy, the gardener's son, and every now and then a few further recruits from the servants' hall, the stables, and the garden, C. Experience had taught him that it was wiser never to mention a treat.
If one did, the chances were that for some unaccountable reason it was forthwith forbidden. This had happened so often to C. Calhoun had sometimes suggested that C. So somehow or other it was taken for granted that C. Unfortunately, one evening Colonel Calhoun, riding back from a visit in the neighbourhood, happened to ride down the secluded lane which fringed the improvised cricket ground where C.
Colonel Calhoun was an enthusiastic cricketer, full of theory, not only as to how the game should be played, but also as to how it should be taught. He watched the game with equanimity for some time, but at last he could bear it no longer, and he shouted to C. He then cantered to the house and asked to see Lord Hengrave. Lord Hengrave was in the garden. The Colonel left his cob in charge of the footman and sought Lord Hengrave, who was busily engaged in pulling the bindweed out of the phlox on his terrace border.
After mutual salutations were exchanged, Colonel Calhoun went straight to the point. They're teaching him to play very badly.
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He's not playing with a straight bat. They'll ruin the boy's style. Nothing is so important as to be taught right at the beginning. At this moment Lady Hengrave appeared on the scene, and Colonel Calhoun began again at the beginning. She determined at that moment that, if cricket was played, she would put the game on a proper basis. Colonel Calhoun, after declining to stay for dinner, went away feeling that his words of wisdom had not been spoken in vain. Lady Hengrave interviewed Oldham, the gardener, and Wilkes, the coachman, who were both of them enthusiastic cricketers, and the result was that a field was made into a cricket ground.
The village schoolmaster became the honorary secretary of the Bramsley Cricket Club, and the professional who visited the Calhouns came over to Bramsley once a week and bowled to C. Bramsley was soon able to challenge Frimpton, where the Calhouns lived, and Albert and Freddy Calhoun came over and played.
Theirs was always the winning side. As for C.
siemadine.gq That was exciting enough in itself, but it was nothing to what happened immediately afterwards. The tooth was lost on the cricket pitch, and Mrs.
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