fiding child-like familiarity that is the very opposite of the sullen formality which is only rudeness in disguise. And more than this: the boys playing in the large open space, or the girls chatting together in the corridors, do not lower their tones, or move away, or look confused, or even selfconscious, at the unexpected appearance either of visitor, teacher, master, matron, or committee. This is their home, from which they are sent out to situations, and to which they make periodical visits for seven years after they leave it. Indeed, many of the boys become subscribers to, and some of them grow to be governors of, an institution their obligations to which they are proud to acknowledge, even though it is supported by voluntary contributions.' As to the girls, those who leave school are still under the watchful care of the ladies' committee, and each lady has a girl or two to whom she is the particular friend for reference, counsel, guidance, and help. It is a delightful feature of this school that the girls go back to the school once a year to take tea with these friends, and often meet them at their houses beside. In fact, this personal domestic association of the supporters of the institution with the children is one of its best features, and it often takes the very pleasant form of treats and tea-drinkings at the houses of members of the committee, or of visits to the Zoological Gardens and other places by means of a number of admissions paid for by a friend. Among the donations in kind we find all sorts of seasonable and toothsome presents. A new bundle of books for the school library, or a score of tops or a cricket set, or a dozen skipping-ropes or toygames, dolls, toy-ships, and ob But we are still in the great hall, and one of the girls, in a distinct pleasant voice, is reading her report of the seamstress department of last year. In the girls' school there were mended 17,551 pairs of stockings and 18,860 other articles, beside 2876 articles made, including dresses, pinafores, and so on ; while in the matron's workroom there were 7898 articles made and 23,126 articles mended. A pretty good amount of useful work that, beside lessons in washing, cooking, and light house-work. So come up, girls, for your prizes for diligence in needlework, as well as for proficiency in learning, and come up also for a reward for 'neatness of person, property, duties, &c., during the year.' Come up also, young lady who has been specially noticed for good manners and politeness. Next come thirtythree girls who are rewarded for specially good conduct: yes, and come forward also, you to whom the suffrages of your companions in the senior division have awarded the prize for Christian patience, goodwill, and forbearance. There is a similar prize to this among the boys as well as the usual rewards for progress in various studies. One fact, however, strikes the visitor as the girls come forward to receive their awards, and it is that some of them are so well 'set up,' have an appearance of firmness of limb and clearness of skin, which is not universal. On inquiry it will be found that these are the swimmers of the girls' school, and that most of them have taken prizes for diving, swimming distances, or elegance of style, the rewards being appointed by a ladies' committee and the recommendation of three of the teachers, each of whom has her special novice to be trained to the art. One word more. Among the Among the bright little maids who come smiling to take their prizes of books, workbaskets, desks, money, or other things, is one large-eyed swarthy pretty child-orphan of an Hindoo ryot-and surely that young face, full of kindly regard and keen intelligence, should speak volumes for such an institution as this, where every year one orphan from India is supported by the proceeds of the sale of needlework executed by those who are already inmates of the great airy happy home at Maitland Park. If those fourteen old gentlemen who, above a hundred years ago, met in Ironmonger-lane and completed a scheme for maintaining twenty boys and twenty girls in a school at Hogsden' could only see what the institution has grown to (and who shall say that they do not?), they would (or must) be either surprised or delighted (perhaps both) at the differences that have come to the training of the young since that old severe, repressive, repellent time, when the children had only the smallest and most restricted recreations, and also the most restricted teaching: when they were employed in dreary durance making garden-nets, list carpets, and list shoes; and when, having been for years droning out their readinglessons and learning to scrawl moral maxims from copy-slips, they were only allowed to be taught arithmetic as far as addition by special recommendation of the committee, who had an extraordinary meeting to discuss the question. And yet the institution survived, and has lived not only to refute the old jealous, hardening, repulsive theories, but to show that such a school may be so organised as to be an example not only of the wider, freer, and more loving charity that should belong to the higher life, but of a true practical economy which will bear all the inquiries of the commonsense' section of society. For not the least remarkable feature of the Orphan Working School is, that its accounts are so kept (and published with its reports) that the average cost of every child, including its share of every item, such as rent, salaries, and even advertising, may be seen for each of the last twelve years. When it is added that the entire cost of everything, when accurately divided according to the number of children supported and educated, represents an average of less than twenty-seven pounds per head, during the last year of exceptionally high prices, there is reason to believe that this robust charity is, at all events, moving with the times in other respects beside that of adding an S to the three R's that are sometimes supposed to represent the whole area of popular education. T. A. BONNY GOLD. WHEN I was quite a little boy I dearly prized a 'brown,' Talk not to me of music; it has charms, I know them well; I've heard the trumpet's martial note, that called upon the brave If I should hear an organ grind a waltz before my door, There's music in my dear one's voice, I love her words to hear, "Tis said that gold is evil's root, and preachers all declare 'Tis true that youth and health and love can ne'er by gold be bought; * * 'Can this be life? I murmured, this the object of man's soul? A fabled land whose portal gleams more bright than bonny gold.' CECIL MAXWELL-LYTE. |