diately followed.
After describing the other incidents of prize-day, the _Dominican_ went
on as follows:
"But the event of the day was the presentation of the Nightingale
Scholarship, which will be sufficiently fresh in our readers' memories
to need no comment here, save this one word--that the only Dominican who
behaved himself like a gentleman during that remarkable scene was the
winner of the scholarship himself!"
This was coming round with a vengeance! The Fifth had half expected it,
and now they felt more uncomfortable than ever.
Nor did the succeeding paragraphs leave them much chance of recovery.
"The Waterston Exhibition, our readers will be glad to hear, has been
won--and won brilliantly--by Oliver Greenfield, now of the Sixth. No
fellow in Saint Dominic's deserves the honour better."
Then, as if his penitence were not yet complete, Pembury went on boldly
farther on:
"Speaking of Greenfield senior, it is time some of us who have been
doing him injustice for a whole term did what little we could to make
amends now. So here goes. Take notice, all of you, that we, the
undersigned, are heartily ashamed of our conduct to Greenfield senior,
and desire all Saint Dominic's to know it. Signed, A. Pembury, H.
Wraysford, T. Bullinger."
The effect of this manifesto was curious. Pembury himself had been
unable to prophesy how it would be taken. The boys in front of the
board, as they heard it read out, couldn't tell exactly whether to laugh
or be serious over the paragraph. Most, however, did the latter, and
hurried on to the next sentence:
"The following are also ashamed of themselves, but don't like to say so.
The _Dominican_ means to give them a leg up:--Tom Senior, G. Ricketts,
R. Braddy, and the rest of the Fifth, except Simon, who never was or
could be ashamed of himself while he lived to write such pathetic,
soul-stirring lines as the following `Sonits:'"
[It was a great relief to one or two who stood by that Pembury had thus
cunningly gone on from grave to gay, and left no pause after the very
awkward paragraph about the Fifth.]
Sonit A.
To the _Dominican_.
I cannot write as I would like all in a noisy room
There's such a noise of mortal boys who sometimes go and come
Oh I will to the woods away all in the lonely shade
Where I no more of being disturbed need not to be afraid.
Sonit B.
To Dr Senior.
Dear Doctor I am very grieved to hear that you are not
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