s crowd upon me too: first a private one kept by Miss Caroline Pratt, then the public school, taught by Miss Ford; and another by Miss Almira Seymour, who one May Day, formed a procession of her scholars, and marched through several streets, preceding them as the Queen of the may, with a long green barge veil hanging down at her back, and a wreath of flowers on her head.
Perhaps that dusty march was responsible for my change of schools, as I was sent then to a private school kept by Miss Nancy Gibson in the rear part of a chapel on Austin street. In a small room adjoining was a trundle-bed where two or three of the very little children took a daily nap. Every desk had a lid, upon the inside of which was pasted this couplet:--
Can't never yet did anything; Try has done wonders.
Then came Miss Mansfield's school, and Mr. Magoun's. Who does not look back with pleasure to Mr. Magoun's reign?
I loved him, even though he inflicted many an indignity upon me, by causing me to follo