interruptions caused by such proceedings as shooting marbles at any
object behind her, whistling, stamping, fighting, shrieking out
'Amen' in the middle of a prayer, and sometimes rising _en masse_ and
tearing like a troop of bisons in hob-nailed shoes down from the
gallery, round the great schoolroom, and down the stairs, and into
the street. These irrepressible outbreaks she bore with infinite
good humour.

Her own account is somewhat pleasanter, and shows that 'the troop of
bisons in hob-nailed shoes' was not always so barbarous.

I had taken to my class on the preceding week some specimens of ferns
neatly gummed on white paper. . . . This time I took a piece of
coal-shale, with impressions of ferns, to show them. . . . I told
each to examine the specimen, and tell me what he thought it was. W.
gave so bright a smile that I saw he knew; none of the others could
tell; he said they were ferns, like what I showed them last week, but
he thought they were chiselled on the stone. Their surprise and
pleasure were great when I explained the matter to them.

The history of Joseph: they all found a difficulty in realizing that
this had actually occurred. One asked if Egypt existed now, and if
people lived in it. When I told them that buildings now stood which
had been erected about the time of Joseph, one said that it was
impossible, as they must have fallen down ere this. I showed them
the form of a pyramid, and they were satisfied. One asked if _all_
books were true.

The story of Macbeth impressed them very much. They knew the name of
Shakespeare, having seen his name over a public-house.

A boy defined conscience as 'a thing a gentleman hasn't got, who, when a
boy finds his purse and gives it back to him, doesn't give the boy
sixpence.'

Another boy was asked, after a Sunday evening lecture on 'Thankfulness,'
what pleasure he enjoyed most in the course of a year. He replied
candidly, 'Cock-fightin', ma'am; there's a pit up by the "Black Boy" as
is worth anythink in Brissel.'

There is something a little pathetic in the attempt to civilize the rough
street-boy by means of the refining influence of ferns and fossils, and
it is difficult to help feeling that Miss Carpenter rather over-estimated
the value of elementary education. The poor are not to be fed upon
facts. Even Shakespeare and the Pyramids are not suff