knew not what was good for us. Fortune had reserved us for other work, but before we should be called we were fated to be tried a little more.
Time teaches us that oft One Higher, Unasked, a happier lot bestows Than if each blighted dream's desire Had blossomed as the rose.
Barney was the next to leave.
Toomis, the calculator, found employment with the Whiteley of the neighbourhood; and, finally, George, the scholar, was claimed by an uncle to be prepared for the ministry.
When, in 1856, the time came for Francis's annual visit to his friends at Mold, he appointed me his deputy over the school.
On the very first day of his absence, a boy named David, my especial bete noire on the play-ground, and whose malice was a source of trouble to me, thought fit to question my fitness for the post, and persisted in noisy demonstrations against my authority.
For a while the serious nature of a conflict with one who had often proved himself my superior in strength restrained me from no