1969 School Magazine

ryd* *d.ds@Fp "f ?c"ud" Oh Mother, how proud you were of that dear little fellow whose-mind opened in advance of his years. At twelve monthr he could recite ^ dozen nursery rhymes. When he was three years old he could spell remark ably, and at four iould read almost anything. He uras incomparable to your neighbours' children, who, in your mind, lived only to eat and play. Sfle never saw him ride a stitk for a borse or play at rnake-believe. He had aspirations fat above these at the ripe age of six. Books were his, playthings, and he daily grev/ more and more fascinated with them. Milton and Shakesp e^re at seven! What were you think- ing of to feed his imagination with these? His teachers, proud of their pupil as you v/ere of your son, quickly rcalized his lxtraordin- aty - capabilities and encouraged his precocity bv ranking him with pupils many years his senioi. Fvery evening he carried home a case of heavy books and started on his s-tudies immediately after dinner. And after supper, was there a play- ful romp with brother and sister? Oh no!- His studies were not half finishedl The Latin lesson, the page of definitions and the lessons in Physiology and Moral Philosophy had yet to be prepared. At eight years of age, your beautiful, pre- cocious boy showed signs of physical delay. Nervousness and wakefulness during the night caused loss of appetite. With his dark, intelligenr eyes, ample brow and pale countenance, he cut a strange figure, and as he passed by, mothers turned to look saying "$Vhat a strange, beautiful boy", with ^n impression, if the thought 'was not spoken, that he was not long for this world. But still his studies , gigantic tasks for a child of his years, were not remirted. Soon the doctor positively ordered your boy to bed. You were appalled at the loss of schooling this would incur, but the doctor's advice was not to be ignored. The boy grieved for the continuation of his studies and clung more and more to his books and unless you constantly reprimanded and scolded him, he would spend nearly the whole of the d^y in reading. His condition u/ent from bad to worse and the doctor sent him to the country. The country air seemed to revive him, but it was only a tempo ruty stimulus, and in two rnonths you brought him home to die. - J.G. (rVC) Page Forty-Six

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He staggered, on and through the gloom, Amid the usorld's corupleted doom. T he desolation in the street Was more than he could sanely meet. T hey echoed otf the clifls and hills - His agony rt)as such that kills. He climbed the heads, and there belau The foam rDas flyins, white 6s sfiaw. "Oh God!" he cried, "Forgiue me nou. Accept me it 'tis in Thy pouter." He did not feel the rocks below - Was siad lrorn chaos then to go. - LYNN ROBTNSON (rrrD)

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