lear recollection of Fernhurst and the grey School House
studies, yet his name is remembered there to-day, with far greater
veneration and respect than was ever paid to him during the days of his
school career.

"Let us now praise famous men,
Men of little showing,
For their work continueth,
Deep and long continueth,
Wide and far continueth, far beyond their knowing."

And so Gordon's scholastic career came to an end. He had reached the
"far border town." There would be no need to fret himself about form
orders any more. "Strong men might go by and pass o'er him"; he had
retired from the fray. While others crammed their brains with obscure
interpretations of AEschylus, he lay back reading English poetry and
English prose, striving to get a clear hold of the forces that went to
produce each movement, and incidentally doing himself far more good than
he would have done by binding himself down to the classical regime,
which trained boys to imitate, and not to strike out on their own.
Gordon had already acquired enough of the taste and sense of form which
the classics alone can provide, and which are essential to a real
culture. But he was lucky in stopping soon enough to prevent himself
being forced into a groove, from which he could only judge new movements
by the Ciceronian standards, without grasping the fact that technique
and form are merely outward coverings of genius, and not genius in
themselves.

To the other delights of this delightful term was added the sudden and
unexpected success of Gordon's cricket. For the first fortnight Gordon
found himself playing on House and Colts games. But as he gathered runs
there with ease, he was soon transplanted to the First Eleven nets,
which he thenceforward only left for a brief spell, after an attack of
chicken-pox. For a member of the School Eleven life has nothing better
to offer than a summer term. There were usually two matches a week. The
team would get off work at ten o'clock, and just as the school was
pouring out in break they would stroll leisurely down to the cricket
field. Everything, in fact, was carried out leisurely. A wonderful
atmosphere of repose hangs over a cricket field in the morning, when the
grass is still sparkling with dew, and there is silence and vast
emptiness where usually is the sound of shouting and hurrying feet.
There was the long luncheon interval, when the members of the Eleven
would wander round the field arm