rW Saturdays, with or without leave, he had nade truant raids along the shore and into the country, robbing orchard* and turnip fields, seeking birds\u27 nests, catching butterflies, watching skylarks mounting and singing over the field of Crorawell\u27s famous battle and over the green meadows that belonged to the Gray Friars\u27 ilonastery. Be found still the old stone schoolhouse where at three years of age the baby had been started with his one little book; h&ra Latin and French grammars from cover to cover had been committed to memory; the Shorter Catechise likewise, upon the slightest stumbling ov^r the recital of which ea«e the master\u27s flogging, as if sosie connection existed between the skin and the memory; and here he had lea...