. Farm legends. say, I could whip you, confound you! if sums could be done with my fist! There were two pretty girls in the corner, each one with some cunning a whisper discussing a problem: which one the young master liked best! A class in the front, with their readers, were telling, with difficult pains,How perished brave Marco Bozzaris while bleeding at all of his veins; And a boy on the floor to be punished, a statue of idleness stood,Making faces at all of the others, and enjoying the task all he could. Around were the walls, gray and dingj^, which every old school-sanctum ha
. Farm legends. say, I could whip you, confound you! if sums could be done with my fist! There were two pretty girls in the corner, each one with some cunning a whisper discussing a problem: which one the young master liked best! A class in the front, with their readers, were telling, with difficult pains,How perished brave Marco Bozzaris while bleeding at all of his veins; And a boy on the floor to be punished, a statue of idleness stood,Making faces at all of the others, and enjoying the task all he could. Around were the walls, gray and dingj^, which every old school-sanctum hath,With many a break on their surflice, where grinned a wood-grating of lath; A patch of thick plaster, just over the school-masters rickety threatningly oer him suspended, like Damocles sword, by a hair; There were tracks on the desks where the knife - blades had wandered in search of their prey;Their tops were as duskily spattered as if they drank ink every day; O X O B N EN >- » ^ O r > C. The School-master s Guests. 21 The square stove it puffed and it thundered, and broke out in red-flaming sores, Till the great iron quadruped trembled like a dog fierce to rush out-o-doors; White snow-flakes looked in at the windows; the gale pressed its lips to the cracks;And the childrens hot faces were streaming, the while they were freezing their backs. III. Now Marco Bozzaris had fallen, and all of his suffrings were the class to their seats were retreating, when footsteps were heardat the door; And five of the good district fathers marched into the room in a row,And stood themselves up by the hot fire, and shook off their whitecloaks of snow ; And the spokesman, a grave squire of sixty, with countenance solemnly thus, while the children all listened, with all of the ears that they had: Weve come here, school-master, intendin to cast an inquirin eye round,Concarnin complaints thats been entered, an fault that has lately been found;To pace off the
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