Before I quitted the room, Sarah and I were in deep at the window, and Mr and Mrs Drummond employed likewise at the table. The result of the conversation between Sarah and me was the of children; that of Mr and Mrs Drummond, that the sooner I was disposed of, the more it would be for my own advantage. Having some interest with the governors of a charity school near Brentford, Mr Drummond lost no time in me admission; and before I had quite spoiled my new clothes, having worn them nearly three weeks, I was suited afresh in a formal attire—a long coat of pepper and salt, yellow leather breeches tied at the knees, a worsted cap with a tuft on the top of it, stockings and shoes to match, and a large pewter plate upon my breast, marked with Number 63, which, as I was the last entered boy, indicated the sum total of the school. It was with regret that I left the of the Drummonds, who did not think it advisable to wait for the completion of the , much to the of Miss Drummond, and before we arrived met them all out walking. I was put into the ranks, received a little good advice from my patron, who then walked away one way, while we walked another, looking like a of yellow-thighed field-fares straightened in human . , then, the last of the Faithfuls, peppered, salted, and plated, that all the world might know that he was a charity-boy, and that there was charity in this world. But if heroes, kings, great and grave men, must yield to destiny, lighter-boys cannot be expected to escape; and I was to receive an education, board, , raiment, etcetera, free, , and for nothing.
Every society has it chief; and I was about to observe that every circle has it centre, which certainly would have been true enough, but the comparison is of no use to me, as our circle had two centres, or, to follow up the first idea, had two chiefs—the chief schoolmaster and the chief domestic—the chief masculine and the chief feminine—the chief with the ferula, and the chief with the brimstone and treacle—the master and the matron, each of whom had their appendages—the one in the , the other in the assistant housemaid. But of this quartette, the master was not only the most important, but the most worthy of description; and as he will often appear in the pages of my , long after my education was complete, I shall be very particular in my description of Dominie Dobiensis, as he delighted to be called, or Dobs, as his dutiful scholars delighted to call him. As in our school it was necessary that we should be instructed in reading, writing, and ciphering, the governors had selected the Dominie as the most fitting person that had offered for the employment, because he had, in the first place, written a work that nobody could understand upon the Greek particles; , he had proved himself a great , having, it is said, squared the circle by algebraical false quantities, but would never show the operation for fear of losing the honour by treachery. He had also discovered as many errors in the of Euclid as ever did Joey Hume in army and navy estimates, and with as much benefit to the country at large. He was a man who breathed certainly in the present age, but the half of his life was spent in or . Once carried away by a problem, or a Greek reminiscence, he passed away, as it were, from his present existence, and everything was unheeded. His body remained, and breathed on his desk, but his soul was absent. This was well known to the boys, who used to say, “Dominie is in his dreams, and talks in his sleep.”
Dominie Dobiensis left reading and writing to the usher, contrary to the regulations of the school, putting the boys, if possible, into mathematics, Latin, and Greek. The usher was not over competent to teach the two first; the boys not over willing to learn the latter. The master was too clever, the usher too ignorant; hence the scholars profited little. The Dominie was grave and irascible, but he a fund of and the kindest heart. His features could not laugh, but his trachea did. The rose no higher than the rings of the wind-pipe, and then it was vigorously thrust back again by the impulse of gravity into the region of his heart, and gladdened it with hidden mirth in its dark centre. The Dominie loved a pun; whether it was let off in English, Greek, or Latin. The last two were made by nobody but himself, and not being understood, were, of course, by himself alone. But his love of a pun was a serious : he loved it with a solemn affection—with him it was no laughing matter.
In person Dominie Dobiensis was above six feet, all bone and sinews. His face was long and his lineaments large; but his predominant feature was his nose, which, large as were the others, bore them down into . It was a prodigy—a ; but he consoled himself—Ovid was called Naso. It was not an nose, nor was it an aquiline nose reversed. It was not a nose snubbed at the , gross, heavy, or carbuncled, or . In all its magnitude of proportions, it was an intellectual nose. It was thin, horny, , and . Its snuffle was and its sneeze oracular. The very sight of it was impressive; its sound, when blown in school hours, was . But the scholars loved the nose for the warning which it gave: like the of the snake, which announces its presence, so did the nose indicate to the scholars that they were to be on their guard. The Dominie would attend to this world and its duties for an hour or two, and then forget his scholars and his school-room, while he took a journey into the world of Greek or algebra. Then, when he marked x, y, and z, in his calculations, the boys knew that he was safe, and their studies were neglected.
Reader, did you ever witness the magic effects of a drum in a small village, when the recruiting party, with many-coloured ribbons, rouse it up with a spirit-stirring ? Matrons leave their domestic cares, and run to the cottage door: peeping over their shoulders, the admire and fear. The clowns raise up their heads gradually, until they stand and proud; the slouch in the back is taken out, their heavy walk is changed to a firm yet tread, every muscle appears more , every nerve, by degrees, new strung; the blood circulates rapidly: pulses quicken, hearts , eyes brighten, and as the sound their frames, the Cimons of the plough are converted, as if by magic, into heroes for the field;—and all this is produced by beating the skin of the most gentle, most harmless animal of creation.
Not having at hand the , we have resorted to the antithetical. The blowing of the Dominie’s nose produced the very contrary effects. It was a signal that he had returned from his intellectual journal, and was once more in his school-room—that the master had finished with his x, y, z’s, and it was time for scholars to mind their p’s and q’s. At this note of warning, like the minute-roll among the troops, every one fell into his place; half-munched apples were thrust into the first pocket—popguns disappeared—battles were left to be elsewhere—books were opened, and eyes directed to them—forms that were fidgeting and twisting in all directions, now took one regimental inclined position over the desk—silence was restored, order resumed her , and Mr Knapps, the usher, who always availed himself of these interregnums, as well as the scholars, by deserting to the matron’s room, warned by the well-known sound, hastened to the desk of ; such were the astonishing effects of a blow from Dominie Dobiensis’ sonorous and peace-restoring nose.
“Jacob Faithful, draw near,” were the first words which struck upon my tympanum the next morning, when I had taken my seat at the further end of the school-room. I rose and threaded my way through two lines of boys, who put out their legs to trip me up in my passage through their ranks; and all difficulties, found myself within three feet of the master’s high desk, or pulpit, from which he looked down upon me like the Olympian Jupiter upon mortals, in ancient time.
“Jacob Faithful, canst thou read?”
“No, I can’t,” replied I; “I wish I could.”
“A well-disposed answer, Jacob; thy wishes shall be gratified. Knowest thou thine alphabet?”
“I don’t know what that is.”
“Then thou knowest it not. Mr Knapps shall forthwith instruct thee. Thou shall forthwith go to Mr Knapps, who inculcateth the . Levior Puer, lighter-boy, thou hast a look.” And then I heard a noise in his throat that resembled the “cluck, cluck” when my poor mother poured the gin out of the great stone bottle.
“My little navilculator,” continued he, “thou art a weed washed on shore, one of Father Thames’ cast-up . ‘Fluviorum rex Eridanus,’ (Chuck, cluck.) To thy studies; be thyself—that is, be Faithful. Mr Knapps, let the Cadmean art proceed forthwith.” So saying, Dominie Dobiensis thrust his large hand into his right coat pocket, in which he kept his snuff loose, and taking a large pinch (the major part of which, the stock being low, was composed of hair and cotton which had collected in the corners of his pocket), he called up the first class, while Mr Knapps called me to my first lesson.
Mr Knapps was a thin, hectic-looking young man, nineteen or twenty years of age, very small in all his proportions, red ferret eyes, and without the least sign of incipient manhood; but he was very , nevertheless. Not being permitted to pummel the boys when the Dominie was in the school-room, he played the most effectually when he was left commanding officer. The noise and certainly warranted his interference—the respect paid to him was . His practice was to select the most glaring , and let fly his ruler at him, with orders to bring it back. These orders were complied with for more than one reason; in the first place, was the hit, he was glad that another should have his turn; in the second, Mr Knapps being a very bad shot (never having drove a Kamschatdale team of dogs), he generally missed the one he aimed at, and hit some other, who, if he did not exactly deserve it at that moment, certainly did for previous, or would for subsequent, delinquencies. In the latter case, the ruler was brought back to him because there was no injury , although intended. However, be it as it may, the ruler was always returned to him; and thus did Mr Knapps the boys as if they were cocks on Shrove Tuesday, to the great risk of their heads and limbs. I have little further to say of Mr Knapps, except that he wore a black shalloon loose coat; on the left sleeve of which he wiped his pen, and upon the right, but too often, his ever-snivelling nose.
“What is that, boy?” said Mr Knapps, pointing to the letter A.
I looked , and recognising, as I thought, one of my father’s , replied, “That’s half-a-bushel;” and I was certainly warranted in my supposition.
“Half-a-bushel! You’re more than half a fool. That’s the letter A.”
“No; it’s half-a-bushel; father told me so.”
“Then your father was as big a fool as yourself.”
“Father knew what half-a-bushel was, and so do I: that’s half-a-bushel.”
“I tell you it’s the letter A,” cried Mr Knapps, in a rage.
“It’s half-a-bushel,” replied I, . I persisted in my assertion: and Mr Knapps, who dared not punish me while the Dominie was present, his throne of one step, and led me up to the master.
“I can do nothing with this boy, sir,” said he, red as fire; “he denies the first letter in the alphabet, and insists upon it that the letter A is not A, but half-a-bushel.”
“Dost thou, in thine ignorance, pretend to teach when thou comest here to learn, Jacob Faithful?”
“Father always told me that that thing there meant half-a-bushel.”
“Thy father might, perhaps, have used that letter to signify the measure which thou speakest of, in the same way as I, in my mathematics, use letters for known and unknown quantities; but thou must forget that which thy father taught thee, and commence de novo. Dost thou understand?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Then, little Jacob, that represents the letter A, and whatever else Mr Knapps may tell thee, thou believe. Return, Jacob, and be .”