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Title: The New England magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: Boston : (New England Magazine Co.)
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ld to be stillin school; and Joe, poor Joe, was awayon a long foreign voyage. He nevercame back—was washed off the deckby a big wave in a storm. I fear I have been too long in gettingat the course of study, for I supposeit was for that, really, that we weresent to school. There was readingand spelling and arithmetic ■—■ wedidnt call it number, it was muchmore than that — and English grammarand history and geography, and writ- ing twice a week. I do not rememberlearning to read in school, but IjTdoremember Hilliards Fifth Reader.There were no trifling supplementaryreaders in those days, with foolishlittle nature stories by unknown au-thors. Hilliards Fifth was filled withsolid first-class literature from coverto cover, and we read it and reread ituntil I was able to repeat the most ofit from memory. I can even now re-call many of the favorite selections —The Loss of the Arctic, by HenryWard Beecher: Eight days hadpassed. They beheld the distant bank 478 NEW ENGLAND MAGAZINE
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THE ACADEMY of mist that forever haunts the vastshallows of Newfoundland, etc.;The Death of the Little Scholar,by Charles Dickens; The Soliloquyof the Dying Alchemist, by N. P.Willis; and that beautiful prosepoem, Mount Auburn, by JosephStory, beginning, We stand hereupon the borders of two worlds.Teacher often selected one of thesefor us to read. I think the serioustone of them was believed to havea subduing influence on our naturallyhigh spirits and tended to keep uswithin bounds. W7e learned to write by copying a beautiful slantingscript copy at the top of theblank pages of our copy-books.These copies were proverbs sup-posed to embody the capitalsand small letters, and, incident-ally, ennoble our characters. Iremember one which I havenever been able to really under-stand. It was, A rolling stonegathers no moss. Now, if mossis a figurative expression forfinancial success — the accumula-tion of money and the thingsmoney will buy — and stonestands for us poor humans, myobservation

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