That is what Mr. Foy, the last teacher did.
And, I must tell you also this school has gone to the dogs; there are
some very bad boys here--the Boyles and the Blakes. When they saw
Mr. Foy was going to use his cane on them they would dart out of the
school, the master after them. Then there was a regular steeplechase
across the paddocks, and every boy and girl came outside to watch it,
screaming and yelling. It was great fun, but it was not
school-teaching. I am afraid you will never manage the Boyles and
the Blakes. Mr. McLaggan, the minister, once found six of them
sitting at the foot of a gum tree, drinking a bottle of rum. He
spoke to them, told them that they were young reprobates, and were
going straight to hell. Hugh Boyle held out the bottle, and said,
'Here, Mr. McLaggan, wouldn't you like a nip yourself?' The minister
was on horseback, and always carried a whip with a heavy lash, and it
was a beautiful sight the way he laid the lash on those Boyles and
Blakes. I really think you had better turn them out of the school,
Mr. Philip, or else they will turn you out."
Mr. Philip's lips closed with a snap. He said, "It is my duty to
educate them; turning them out of school is not education. We will
see what can be done."
As everyone knows, the twelve virtues of a good master are Gravity,
Silence, Humility, Prudence, Wisdom, Patience, Discretion, Meekness,
Zeal, Vigilance, Piety, and Generosity.
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