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His eyes were large and clear, and full of intelligence and expression. He was a tall, fine man, with a florid complexion. We all thought so and boys are not bad judges of their elders. He was a ripe scholar, and thoroughly understood what he professed to teach: then he was always just, and although he was strict, and could be very severe on occasions, he was one of the kindest-hearted men I ever met. I have since, however, often thought over the subject, and have had no difficulty in guessing the cause of his influence. How he did it we did not trouble ourselves to consider. He won the affections of all of us, and as it seemed, with wonderful ease. We were proud of him, and believed firmly that there were very few men in England, or in the world, for that matter, who were equal to him. Our school, at all events, was first-rate, and so was our master. I have, indeed, a very small opinion of a boy who does not think highly and speak highly of his own school, and feel thoroughly identified with it, provided it is a good one. Our school was a good one I ought to speak well of it.
Those were happy times when, directly after it, we could stand on our heads, play high-cock-o’lorum, or hang by our heels from the cross-bars of our gymnastic poles without the slightest inconvenience. The instant dinner was over, out we all rushed into the playground. At last he once more waved his hand and went back into the house. He thanked us, and said that he hoped he should often meet many of us in the world, and that he should always look back with pleasure to the days he had spent in that place. Then he shook hands with the fellows standing near him, and we all cheered again louder than ever. There he stood, surrounded by some of the bigger boys who had been at school with him a pleasant smile on his countenance as he looked about him on the old familiar scenes. How we cheered him! How proudly the Doctor looked at him! What a great man we thought him! He was a great man! for he had won a great victory,-not only over his fellow-men, not only over his books, by compelling them to give up the knowledge they contained,-but over his love of pleasure over a tendency to indolence over his temper and passions and now Henry Martin was able to commence the earnest struggle of life with the consciousness, which of itself gives strength, that he had obtained the most important of all victories-that over self. He had just come down for a few hours to see the Doctor and the old place. One of our fellows who had lately taken his degree and passed as Senior Wrangler had asked it for us.