...uld make a man of him. There was Griffith in the fifth form and a splendid cricketer, but Clarence could stand up to him now, and Harrovian exploits w... ...nds of the wind in the chinks and crannies of the ancient chamber. Had not Scott’s De- monology and Witchcraft, which we studied hard on that day, pro... ...ATHER THER THER THER THER ‘The white doe’s milk is not out of his mouth.’ —Scott. CLARENCE HAD COME HOME free from all blots. His summer holiday had b... ...ul as it was pleasant to us. What the Christian Year was in religion to us Scott was in history. We read to verify or illustrate him, and we had littl... ... of village interests, discussion of books, and thoughts beyond their age; Tommy Toogood and Prometheus; or Du Guesclin in the closest juxtaposition w...

...g his whip, he is, to rights,” said the ostler boy. “Hullo!” said poor old Tommy Byles; “here’s another bloomin’ loonatic. Blowed if there ain’t.” “It... ... had been unclamped—swung round and away from the slit in the roof. “Great Scott!” cried Woodhouse. “What’s this?” Some huge vague black shape, with a... ...it?” he said. He held up his hands to his face, fingers spread out. “Great Scott!” he said. The thing happened three or four years ago, when every one... ... to games. And thence to my figure and complexion. “You ought to be a good cricketer,” he said. I suppose I am slender, slender to what some people wo...

...uinness I fill, And drink to the health of sweet Nan of the hill, Was once Tommy Tosspot’s, as jovial a sot, As e’er drew a spigot, or drain’d a full ... ...appearants and linning (which was gen- erally a pink or blew shurt, with a cricketer or a dansuse pat- tern) rather a contrast to the dinjy and whistk... ...uburn, the golden ringlet of beauty, the red lock from the forehead of the Scottish or the Northern soldier, the snowy tress of extreme old age, the f... ...iter has not been equalled in former times; but if, in the works of Byron, Scott, Goethe, or Victor Hugo, the reader can find a more beautiful sentenc... ...here it is in black and white at the end of the third volume of Sir Walter Scott’s chronicle, that the couple were joined together in matrimony. And m...

...resent the absent godfather. After that, he must go; he had written to his Scottish cousins to offer a visit, and he had a promise that he should soon... ... “Dr. May!” cried the indignant voice of Hector Ernescliffe, as his honest Scottish face flushed like a turkey cock, “I as- sure you that Alan rides l... ...ar! Margaret, this is really too much for you. Good-morning, my dears. Ha! Tommy, take your book away, my boy. You must not inflict that on sister now... ...ing mamma here now and then for a treat, because it put her in mind of her Scottish hills. Well, your’s are the golden hills of heaven, now, my Maggie... ...opularity, it was his duty to put a stop to the practice. He was an ardent cricketer himself, and though the game did not, in anticipation, seem to hi... ...never be under their power again! Thanks to you, Norman. Do you hear that, Tommy?” The answer was hardly audible. The little boy was already almost as... ...us and distinguished, he had not avoided society or amusement, was a great cricketer and tennis-player, one of the “eight” whose success in the boat r...