ake that!" and I was presently beaten black and blue. And thus did I
first become aware of the difference of races and their antipathy to each
other.

"Bow to the storm, and it shall pass over you." I held my peace, and
silently submitted to the superiority of the Scotch--_in numbers_. This
was enough; from an object of persecution I soon became one of patronage,
especially amongst the champions of the class. "The English," said the
blear-eyed lad, "though a wee bit behind the Scotch in strength and
fortitude, are nae to be sneezed at, being far ahead of the Irish, to say
nothing of the French, a pack of cowardly scoundrels. And with regard to
the English country, it is na Scotland, it is true, but it has its gude
properties; and, though there is ne'er a haggis in a' the land, there's
an unco deal o' gowd and siller. I respect England, for I have an auntie
married there."

The Scotch are certainly a most pugnacious people; their whole history
proves it. Witness their incessant wars with the English in the olden
time, and their internal feuds, highland with lowland, clan with clan,
family with family, Saxon with Gael. In my time, the schoolboys, for
want, perhaps, of English urchins to contend with, were continually
fighting with each other; every noon there was at least one pugilistic
encounter, and sometimes three. In one month I witnessed more of these
encounters than I had ever previously seen under similar circumstances in
England. After all, there was not much harm done. Harm! what harm could
result from short chopping blows, a hug, and a tumble? I was witness to
many a sounding whack, some blood shed, "a blue ee" now and then, but
nothing more. In England, on the contrary, where the lads were
comparatively mild, gentle, and pacific, I had been present at more than
one death caused by blows in boyish combats, in which the oldest of the
victors had scarcely reached thirteen years; but these blows were in the
jugular, given with the full force of the arm shot out horizontally from
the shoulder.

But, the Scotch--though by no means proficients in boxing (and how should
they box, seeing that they have never had a teacher?)--are, I repeat, a
most pugnacious people; at least they were in my time. Anything served
them, that is, the urchins, as a pretence for a fray, or, Dorically
speaking, a _bicker_; every street and close was at feud with its
neighbour; the lads of the school were at feud with the young