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THE OLD BOY'S RULES.
give you a true picture of what every-day school life was in my time, and not a kid glove and go-to-meeting-coat picture; and partly because of, the cant and twaddle that's talked of boxing and fighting with fists now-a-days. Even Thackeray has given in to it; and only a few weeks ago there was some rampant stuff in the Times on the subject, in an article on field sports.
Boys will quarrel, and when they quarrel will sometimes fight. Fighting with fists is the natural and English way for English boys to settle their quarrels. What substitute for it is there,
ever was there, amongst any nation under the sun? What would you like to see take its place?
Learn to box then, as you learn to play cricket and football. Not one of you will be the worse, but very much the better for learning to box well. Should you never have to use it in earnest, there's no exercise in the world so good for the temper, and for the muscles of the back and legs.
As to fighting, keep out of it if you can, by all
When the time comes, if it ever should, that you have to say “Yes” or “No” to a challenge to fight, say
66 No” if you can, - only take care you make it
clear to yourselves why you say “ No." It's a proof of the highest courage, if done from true Christian motives. It's quite right and justifiable, if done from a simple aversion to physical pain and danger. But don't say “No” because you fear a licking, and
THE OLD BOY'S RULES.
say or think it's because you fear God, for that's neither Christian nor honest. And if you do fight, fight it out; and don't give in while you can stand
FEVER IN THE SCHOOL.
“ This our hope for all that's mortal,
And we too shall burst the bond;
Two years have passed since the events recorded in the last chapter, and the end of the summer halfyear is again drawing on. Martin has left and gone on a cruise in the South Pacific, in one of his uncle's ships; the old magpie, as disreputable as ever, his last bequest to Arthur, lives in the joint study. Arthur is nearly sixteen, and at the head of the twenty, having gone up the school at the rate of a form a half-year. East and Tom have been much more deliberate in their progress, and are only a little way up the fifth form. Great strapping boys they are, but still thorough boys, filling about the same place in the house that young Brooke filled when they were new boys, and much the same sort of fellows. Constant intercourse with Arthur has done much for both of them, especially for Tom; but much remains yet to be done, if they are to get all the good out of Rugby which is to be got there in these times. Arthur is still frail and delicate, with
more spirit than body; but thanks to his intimacy with them and Martin, has learned to swim, and run, and play cricket, and has never hurt himself by too much reading.
One evening as they were all sitting down to supper in the fifth-form room, some one started a report that a fever had broken out at one of the boardinghouses ; “ they say,” he added, “ that Thompson is very ill, and that Dr. Robertson has been sent for from Northampton."
“ Then we shall all be sent home,” cried another. “ Hurrah! five weeks' extra holidays, and no fifthform examination!”
“ I hope not,” said Tom; “there'll be no Marylebone match then at the end of the half.”
Some thought one thing, some another, many didn't believe the report; but the next day, Tuesday, Dr. Robertson arrived, and stayed all day, and had long conferences with the Doctor.
On Wednesday morning, after prayers, the Doctor addressed the whole school. There were several cases of fever in different houses, he said, but Dr. Robertson after the most careful examination had assured him that it was not infectious, and that if proper care were taken there could be no reason for stopping the school work at present. The examinations were just coming on, and it would be very unadvisable to break-up now. However, any boys
who chose to do so were at liberty to write home, and, if their parents wished it, to leave at once. He should send the whole school home if the fever spread.
DEATH IN THE SCHOOL.
The next day Arthur sickened, but there was no other case. Before the end of the week thirty or forty boys had gone, but the rest stayed on.
There was a general wish to please the Doctor, and a feeling that it was cowardly to run away.
On the Saturday Thompson died, in the bright afternoon, while the cricket-match was going on as usual on the big-side ground; the Doctor, coming from his death-bed, passed along the gravel-walk at the side of the close, but no one knew what had happened till the next day. At morning lecture it began to be rumoured, and by afternoon chapel was known generally; and a feeling of seriousness and awe at the actual presence of death among them, came over the whole school. In all the long years of his ministry the Doctor perhaps never spoke words which sank deeper than some of those in that day's sermon. “ When I came yesterday from visiting all but the very death-bed of him who has been taken from us, and looked around upon all the familiar objects and scenes within our own ground, where your common amusements were going on, with your common cheerfulness and activity, I felt there was nothing painful in witnessing that; it did not seem in any way shocking or out of tune with those feelings which the sight of a dying Christian must be supposed to awaken. The unsuitableness in point of natural feeling between scenes of mourning and scenes of liveliness did not at all present itself. But I did feel that if at that moment any of those faults had been brought before me which sometimes occur amongst us; had I heard that any