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Title: The fight at Dame Europa's school showing how the German boy thrashed the French boy, and how the English boy looked on
Physical Description: 34, 2 p. : ill. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Pullen, H. W ( Henry William ), 1836-1903
Nast, Thomas, 1840-1902 ( Illustrator )
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Publication Date: c1871
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Entered, according to act of Congress, in the year one thousand eight hundred andseventy-one, byFRANCIS B. FELT & CO.,In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.POWERS & MACGOWA, PRINTERS.

ILLUSTRATIONS.SO-PAGE.1.-Showing how the German Boy thrashed the French Boy;and how the English Boy looked on, Title.2.-The Bully Boy that did it, 83.-Mrs. Europa's School, 94.-The five Monitors, 105.-John and Louis poking their noses into other people's busi-ness, 116.-The Treaty of Peace, 1856, 117.-John in his workshop, .. 128.-The studious and peaceable Boy, 139.-The Uncle of his Nephew, 1410.-Laying their heads together, 1511.-It has pleased Providence that I should be stout, .1612.-The Light Brigade, 1713.-Louis training, 1814.-The Needle Gun, 1815.-The Spanish Crown going begging, .1816.-Louis objects, 1917.-Louis has been grossly insulted, 2118.-Louis not quite well, 2219.-The Baptism of Fire, 2320.-William writes home, 2321.-Hold me, or I'll fight both of them 24

6 ILLUSTRATIONS.PAGE.22.-What can't be cured must be endured, 2523.-Prestige! Prestige!! My ducats for my lost Prestige!!! 2624.-Going it blind, 2725.-Give in, indeed! Mon Dieu! .2826.-I was a neutral, 2927.-Our neutral friend, 3028.-England's if or hope, 3129.-There was a time, 32-30.-That time is gone, 3231.-Johnnie's true test of greatness, 3332.-John takes a back seat, 3333.-His occupation gone, 34

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. ee"The Bully Boy that did it.I ______________

THE FIGHTATDame Europa's School.ILLUSTRATED BYTHOMAS NAST.o InS. EUROPA kept a Dame's School, where Boyswere well instructed in modern languages, forti-fication, and the use of the globes. Her con-nection and credit were good, for there was noother school where so sound and liberal an edu-cation could be obtained. Many of her old pupils held Master-ships in other important establishments, two of which may bementioned as consisting chiefly of dark, swarthy youths, decidedlystupid and backward for their years; while a third was a largemodern Academy full of rather cocky fellows, who talked big about________________I

10 THE FIGHT ATthe institutions of their school, and talked, for the most part,through their nose.These lads at Mrs. Europa's were of all sorts and sizes-good Boysand bad Boys, sharp Boys and slow Boys, industrious Boys and idleBoys, peaceable Boys and pugnacious Boys, well-behaved Boys andvulgar Boys; and of course the good old dame could not possiblymanage them all. So, as she did not like the masters to be pryingabout the play-ground out of school, she chose from among theIbiggest and most trustworthy of her pupils five monitors, who hadauthority over the rest of the Boys, and kept the unruly ones inThe Five Monitors.order. These five, at the time of which we are writing, were Louis,William, Aleck, Joseph and John.If a dispute arose among any of the smaller Boys, the monitorshad to examine into its cause, and if possible to settle it amicably.Should it be necessary to fight the matter out, they were to see fairplay, stop the encounter when it had gone far enough, and at alltimes to uphold justice, and prevent tyranny and bullying.The power thus placed in their hands was, for the most part, exer-cised with discretion, and to the manifest advantage of the school.Trumpery little quarrels were patched up, which might otherwisehave led to the patching up of bruises and black eyes ; and many atime when two little urchins had retired with their backers into acorner of the play-ground to fight about nothing at all, did the

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 11dreaded appearance of Master Louis or Master John put them toflight, or force them to shake hands. The worst of it was thatJohn and Louis poking their noses into other people's business.some of the monitors themselves occasionally took to bullying, andthen of course it became more than ever the duty of the rest tointerfere. There lingered a tradition in the school of a terrific rowin times past, when a monitor named Nicholas made a most unpro-voked attack upon a quiet but very dirty little Boy called Constan-tine. John and Louis stuck up for the child boldly, and gaveNicholas such a thrashing that he never got over it, and soon after-wards left the school.The Treaty of Peace, 1856.--Alec. " Old Nick gave you chaps all you wanted."

12 THE FIGHT ATEach of the upper Boys at Dame Europa's had a little garden ofhis own, in a corner of the play-ground. The Boys took greatinterest in their gardens, and kept them very neatly. In some weregrown flowers and fruits, in others mustard and cress or radishes,which the young cultivators would sell to one another and take intothe Hall, to help down their bread and scrape at tea time. Everygarden had in the middle of it an arbor, fitted up according to thetaste and means of its owner. Louis had the prettiest arbor of all,like a grotto in fairy land, full of the most beautiful flowers andferns, with a vine creeping over the roof, and a little fountain play-ing inside. John's garden was pretty enough, and more productivethan any; owing its chief beauty, however, to the fact that it wasi.ThlE NEUT R AL SiOP I"F "! TA EJohn in his workshop.an Island, separated from all the rest by a stream, between twentyand thirty feet wide. But his arbor was a mere tool-house, wherehe shut himself up almost all play-time, turning at his lathe, ormaking nets, or sharpening knives, or cutting out boats to sailon the river. Still, John was fond of a holiday now and then;and when he was tired of slaving away in his own garden, hewould punt himself across the brook, and pay a visit to hisneighbor Louis, who was always cheerful and hospitable, and

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 13glad to see him. Many and many a happy hour did he spendin his friend's arbor, lying at full length on the soft moss, and eatinggrapes and drinking lemonade, and thinking how much pleasanterit was over there than in his own close, fusty shop, with its dirt andlitter, and its eternal smell of tar, and nets, and shavings. Anyhow,thought Johnnie, I make more profit out of my garden than any ofthe ether fellows, so I must put up with a few bad smells. ForDame Europa, by way of encouraging habits of industry, allowedthe Boys to engage pretty extensively in commercial pursuits, andit was said that Master John, who had been working unusually hardThe studious and peaceable Boy.

14 THE FIGHT ATof late, had sometimes trebled or quadrupled his half-yearly pocketmoney out of the produce of his tool-house and garden.By the side of Louis' domain was that of William, the biggestand strongest of all the monitors. He set up, however, for being avery studious and peaceable Boy, and made the rest of the schoolbelieve that he had never provoked a quarrel in his life. He wasrather fond of singing psalms and carrying Testaments about inhis pocket; and many of the Boys thought Master William a bit ofa humbug. He was proud as anybody of his garden, but he neverThe Uncle of his Nephew.went to work in it without casting envious eyes on two little flower-beds which now belonged to Louis, but which ought by rights, hethought, to belong to him. Indeed, it was notorious that in olddays, before either Louis or William came to the school, one ofLouis' predecessors in the garden had pulled up some stakes whichserved for a boundary, and cribbed a piece of his neighbor's ground.For a long while William had set his heart upon getting it backagain; but he kept his wishes to himself, and nobody suspectedthat so good and religious a Boy could be guilty of coveting whatwas admitted by the whole school to be now the property of another.Only one Boy, his favorite fag, did William take into his confidence.in the matter. This was a sharp, shrewd lad named Mark, not overscrupulous in what he did, full of deep tricks and dodges, and socunning that the old Dame herself, though she had the eyes of a

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 15hawk, never could catch him out in anything absolutely wrong. ToSthis smart youth William one day whispered his desires, as they sattogether in the summer-house, smoking and drinking beer; for I) \ -\. "Laying their heads together.am sorry to say that they both smoked and drank almost all theirplay-time, though of course it was against the rules of the school." There is only one way to do it," said Mark. "If you want theflower-beds you must fight Louis for them, and I believe you willlick him all to smash; but you must fight him alone."" How do you mean? " replied William.'" I mean, you must take care that the other monitors don't inter-2

16 THE FIGHT ATfere in the quarrel. If they do, they will be sure to go against you.Remember what a grudge Joseph owes you for the licking you gavehim not long ago; and Aleck, thoughto be sure Louis took little Constan-tine's part against him in that greatV bullying row, is evidently beginningSS to grow jealous of your influence inthe school. You see, old fellow, youhave grown so much lately, and filledout so wonderfully, that you are get-ting really quite formidable. Why,I recollect the time when you werequite a little chap!""Yes," said William, turning uphis eyes devoutly; "it has pleasedProvidence that I should be stout.""I dare say, but it has not pleasedthe other monitors. And they werevery angry, you know, when you tookthose little gardens belonging to someSof the small Boys, and tacked themon to yours.""But, my dear Mark, I did thatby your own particular advice.""Of course you did, and quite" It has pleased Providence that I right, too. The little beggars wereshould be stout." not strong enough to work, and itwas far better that you should look after their gardens for them,and give them a share of the produce. All the same, no doubt,it made the other monitors jealous, and I am not sure that theold Dame herself thought it quite fair.""Did you ever find out, Mark, what he thought of it ?" askedWilliam, winking his left eye, and jerking his thumb over his left"shoulder toward the island." Oh," answered Mark, with a scornful laugh, "never you mindhim. He won't meddle with anybody. He is a deal too busy inthat filthy, dirty shop 6f his, making things to sell to the otherBoys. Bah it makes me sick to think how that place smells!"

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 17and the fastidious youth took a long draught of beer, by way ofrecalling some more agreeable sensations."He is an uncommonly plucky fellow," said William, when theyhad smoked for a while in silence, "and as strong as a lion.""As plucky and as strong as you please, my friend, but as lazy as-- ," and here again Mark, being altogether at a loss for asimile, sought one at the bottom of the pewter. "Besides," hecontinued, when he had slaked his thirst, "he is never ready.Look what a precious mess he made of that affair with Nicholas.It was before you came, you know, but I recollect it well. Why,poor Johnnie had no shoes to fight in, and they had it out in thestoniest part of the play-ground, too, where his feet were cut topieces. And then, again, he took it all so precious cool that he gotlate for breakfast in the morning, and had to fight on an emptyThe Light Brigade.stomach. Pluck and strength are all very well, but a fellow musteat and drink, and have a pair of decent shoes to stand up in."" And why couldn't he get a pair of decent shoes ?" asked Wil-liam. "He has got heaps of money.""Heaps upon heaps, but he wanted it for something else-to buya new lathe, I think it was ; and so he sat grinding away in his dirtyshop, and thinking of nothing but saving up his sixpences and shil-lings. ""Then, my dear Mark, what do you advise me to do ?""Ah, that is not so easy to say. Give me time to think, andwhen I have an idea I will let you know. Only, whatever you do,take care to put Master Louis in the wrong. Don't pick a quarrel

18 THE FIGHT ATwith him, but force him, by quietly provoking him, to pick a quar-rel with you. Give out that you are still peaceably disposed, andcarry your Testament about as usual. That will put old DameEuropa off her guard, and she will believe in you as much as ever.The Needle-gun.SThe rest you may leave to me;S but, in the meantime, keep your-Sself in good condition ; and ifi you can hear of any one in townwho gives lessonsin bruising, justgo to him and get Jput up to a fewLouis Training. dodges. I knowLouis Traing. for a fact thatLouis has been training hard, and exercising hisfists, ever since you gave that tremendous thrash-ing to Joseph."The bell now rang for afternoon school, and theStwo friends hastily smothered their cigars, and fin-ished between them, what was left of the beer:Mark ran off to the pump to wash his hands, whichno amount of scrubbing would ever make decentlyclean, while William changed his coat and walkedsedately across the play-ground, humming to him-self, not in very good tune, a verse of the Old Hun-dredth Psalm.An opportunity of putting their little plot into '/execution soon occurred. A garden became vacanton the other side of Louis' little territory, whichnone of the boys seemed much inclined to accept. The Spanish CrownIt was a troublesome piece of ground, exposed to Spanish CrownIt was a troublesome piece of ground, exposed to going begging.

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 19constant attacks from the town cads, who used to overrun it in thenight and .pull up the newly planted flowers. The cats, too, werefond of prowling about in it, and making havoc among the beds.Nobody bid for it, therefore, and it seemed to be going begging."Don't you think," said Mark one day to his friend and patron," that your little cousin,the new Boy, might aswell have that garden ?"" I don't see why he") should not, if he wants\N it," replied William, byS no means deep enoughS to understand what hisS faithful fag was driving-0at.-0 "It will be so nicefor Louis, don't youSsee, to have Williami to keep him in checkN on one side, and Wil-liam's little cousin toSwatch him on the other" K side," observed Mark,innocently." Ah, to be sure," ex-claimed William, begin-ning to wake up, "so itwill; very nice indeed.Mark, you are a slydog.""I should say, if youpaid Louis the compli-ment to propose it, thatLouis objects. it is such a delicate lit-tle attention as hewould never forget-even if you withdrew the proposal afterwards.""Just so, my Boy, and then we shall have to fight. But lookhere, won't the other chaps say that I provoked the quarrel ?"

20 THE FIGHT AT"Not if we manage properly," was the reply."They are sure to fix the cause of dispute on Louis, rather thanon you. You are such a peaceable boy, you know; and he hasalways been fond of a shindy."So Dame Europa was asked to assign the vacant garden to Wil-liam's little cousin. "Well," said she, "if Louis does not object,who will be his nearest neighbor, he may have it.""But I do object, ma'am," cried Louis. "I very particularlyobject. I don't want to be hemmed in on all sides by William andhis cousins. They will be walking through my garden to pay eachother visits, and perhaps throwing balls to one another right acrossmy lawn.""Oh, but you might be sure that I should do nothing unfair,"said William, reproachfully. "I have never attacked anybody," hecontinued, fumbling in his pocket for the Testament, and bringingout by mistake a baccy pouch and a flask of brandy instead, which,however, he was fortunately quick enough to conceal before theDame had caught sight of them."That's all my eye,' said Louis. "I don't believe in your piety.Come, take your dear little relation off, aid give him one of thesnug corners that you bagged the other day from poor Christian.""Oh, Louis," began William, looking as meek as possible, "youknow I never bagged anything. I am a domestic, peace-lovingBoy-""Very much so, indeed," cried Louis, with a sneer. "It'slessons in peacemaking, I suppose, that you have been taking fromthe 'Bummagem Bruiser' for the last six months or more ; the fel-low that bragged to a friend of mine that, though you used to bethe clumsiest fellow he ever set eyes on, he had made you as sharpas a needle with your fists."" A friend of yours, you said, did you, my dear ? Perhaps thatwas the 'Sheffield Slasher,' who told my fag Mark that he had madeyour arms strong enough to throw a ball or a stone more than ahundred yards.""Come, come," interposed the Dame. "I can't listen to suchangry words. You five monitors must settle the matter quietlyamong yourselves ; but no fighting, mind. The day for that sort

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 21of thing is quite gone by." And the old lady toddled off, and leftthe Boys alone."I wouldn't press it, Bill, if I were you," said John, in his deepgruff voice, looking out of his shop window on the other side of thewater. "I think it's rather hard lines for Louis; I do indeed.""Always ready to oblige you, my dear John," said William; andso the new Boy's claim to the garden was withdrawn."What shall I do now, Mark ?" asked William turning to hisfriend. " It seems to me that there is an end of it all."" Not a bit," was the reply. " Louisis still as savage as a bearHe'll break out directly; you see if he don't."Louis has been grossly insulted."I have been grossly insulted," began Louis at last, in a toweringpassion, "and I shall not be satisfied unless William promises menever to make any such underhand attempts to get the better of meagain.""Tell him to be hanged," whispered Mark."You be-- no," said William recollecting himself, "I never

22 THE FIGHT ATuse bad language. My friend," he continued, "I cannot promiseyou anything of the kind.""Then I shall lick you till you do, you psalm-singing humbug,"shouted Louis." Come on !" said William, lifting up his hand as if to commendhis cause to Heaven, and looking sanctimoniously out of the whitesof his eyes. And it was well for him that Louis did not take him athis word; for, while one hand was lifted up, the other was encum-bered with a bundle of good books which he was carrying to hissummer-house, and it would not have required much to knock himdown. But Louis did not feel quite well. He had taken a blue pillthat morning, and he put off the attack, therefore, till he shouldmeet his adversary again.Louis not quite well.Meanwhile, by Mark's advice, William ran off to the BrummagemBruiser, who put him up to all the latest dodges, and exercised himin the noble art to such good purpose that on his first encounterwith Louis after breakfast the next morning, he hit out a crushingblow from the shoulder and knocked his enemy down. Louis wassoon on his legs again, and he, too, did good execution with hisfists; but he was clearly overmatched, and at the end of the firstround he had been punished pretty severely."Hot work, isn't it, my boy ?" said William chaffing him as hemopped the perspiration from his steaming forehead. "This iswhat you call your baptism offire, I suppose, aye ?" Then he wroteE-7_

DAME EUROPA'S SChOOL. 23home' to his mother, on the back of a half-penny post card, so thatall the letter-carriers might see how pious he was : "Dear Mamma,"The Baptism of Fire."I am fighting for my Fatherland, as you know I call my garden. Itis a fine name, and creates sympathy. Glorious news Aided byProvidence, I have hit Louis in the eye. Thou may'st imagine hisfeelings. What wonderful events has Heaven thus brought about !Your affectionate son, William." Then hesang a hymn, and went on with the second"round.Meanwhile, the other monitors lookedquietly on, not knowing exactly what to" do."Oughtn't I to interfere ?" asked John,S addressing one of his favorite fags."No," said Billy, who was head fag, andtwisted Johnnie around his finger. "You| S just sit where you are. You will only makeSa mess of it, and offend both of them.William writes home. Give out that you are a 'neutral.' ""Neutral !" growled John, "I hate neu-trals. It seems to me a cold-blooded, cowardly thing, to sit by andsee two big fellows smash each other all to pieces about nothing at

24 THE FIGHT ATall. They are both in the wrong, and they ought not to fight.Let me go in at them."ybhnnie.-" Hold me, or I'll fight both of them ""No, no," said Bobby, a clever, fair-headed boy, who keptJohn's accounts, and took care of his money. " You really can'tafford it; and, besides, you've got no clothes to go in. There is nota fellow in the school who wouldn't laugh at you, if you stood up inhis garden. Sit still and grind away, old chap, and make some moremoney, and be thankful that you live on an island, and can takethings easily.""Well," said John sulkily, "I don't half like it, though certainlymy clothes are not very respectable, and there is no time now tomend them. But look here, Bob; I mean to go across and help tosponge the poor beggars, if they get mauled.""You may do that, and welcome," replied Bobby. "You willmake no enemies that way, and it may cost you, perhaps, eighteenpence in ointment and plaster. But, bless you, Johnnie, if you were

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 25What(" What can't be cured must be endured."

26 THE FIGHT ATto rig yourself out well enough to hold your own against Louis orWilliam, you would have to fork out a ten pound note or more."John went on with his work in rather a grumpy humor, for hehad always been looked up to as the leading Boy in the school, andhe did not like to play the second fiddle. He felt sure that if he hadbeen half so natty and well got up as he used to be, he might havestopped the fight in a moment. For the next half hour he cursedBilly and Bobby, and all the other little sneaks who had wormedthemselves into favor with him, by teaching him to save money." Hang the money !" growled Johnnie to himself ; "I'd give up halfmy shop to get my old prestige back again." But it was too latenow. Nevertheless he had hisown way about the sponging,and certainly he did behavewell there. At the end of everyround that was fought, he gotacross the stream and bathedpoor Louis' head, for he wantedhelp the most, and gave himS- sherry and water out of hisown flask. "I'm so very sorryfor you, my dear Louis," saidhe, as the boy, more dead than/ alive, struggled up to his feetagain."i "Thank you kindly, John,"said Louis; "but," he added,yabn.-" Prestige! Prestige!e My Ducats for looingsomewhatreproachfullymy lost Prestige!!!" looking somewhat reproahfullyat his friend, "why don't youseparate us ? Don't you see that this great brute is too many forme ? I had no idea that he could fight like that."" What can I do ? " said John. "You began it, you know, andyou really must fight it out. I have no power.""So it seems," replied Louis. "Ah, there was a time-well,thank you kindly, John, for-the sticking plaster.""Come on " shouted William, thirsting for more blood." Vive la guerre!" cried poor Louis, rushing blindly at his foe.Well and nobly he fought, but he could not stand his ground.

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 12When he did hit, indeed, he hitto some purpose; but seldom couldhe reach out far enough to domuch damage. Foot by foot, and t-yard by yard he gave way, till atlast he was forced to take refuge inhis arbor, from the window ofwhich he threw stones at his en-emy to keep him back from follow- " Going it blind."ing.Louis was plainly in the wrong. He ought to have calculated theother boy's strength before attacking him, and he deserved a lickingfor his rashness. But he had had his licking now; and when Wil-liam, who talked so big about his peaceable disposition, and declaredthat he only wanted to defend his "Fatherland," chased him rightacross the garden, trampling over beds and borders on his way, andthen swore that he would break down his beautiful summer-house,and bring Louis on his knees, everybody felt that the other monitorsought to interfere. But not a foot would they stir. Aleck lookedon from a safe distance, wondering which of the combatants wouldbe tired first. Joseph stood shaking in his shoes, not daring to saya word, for fear William should turn round upon him, and punch hishead again ; and John sat in his shop, grinding away like a niggerat a new rudder and a pair of oars which he was cutting out forLouis' boat, in case he wanted to take advantage of the brook-forwhich service Louis would pay him handsomely, and William abusehim cordially."I can't help it," said John, apologetically; " I'll make a rudderand some oars for you too, and a boat besides, if you want one-that is, of course, if you will pay me well.""But I don't want one," answered William angrily. "I have gotno water to float it in, as you very well know." By which it willappear that John did not make many friends by his neutrality."And just look here," continued William, "do you know wherethese cuts on my forehead came from? Why, from stones whichyou pitched across the water for Louis to throw at me.""Can't help it, Bill; it is the law of neutrality.""Neutrality, indeed! I call it Brutality." And so William went

28 THE FIGHT ATacross the garden again, leaving Johnny at his work-of which,however, he began to feel thoroughly ashamed."Come and help a fellow, John," cried Louis in despair from hisarbor. "I don't ask you to remember the days we have spent inhere together, when you have been sick of your own shop. Butyou might do something for me, now that I am in such a desperatefix, and don't know which way to turn.""I am very sorry, Louis," said John, "but what can I do? It isno pleasure to me to see you thrashed. On the contrary, it wouldpay me much better to have a near neighbor well off and cheerfulthan crushed and miserable. Why don't you give in, Louis ? It isof no mortal use to go on. He will make friends directly if youwill only give back the two little strips of garden; and if you don'the will only smash your arbor to pieces, or keep you shut up thereall dinner-time, and starve you out. Give in, old fellow. There'sno disgrace in it. Everybody says how pluckily you have fought.""Give in! " sneered Louis; "that is all the comfort you have fora fellow, is it? Give in! why, would you give in, if that great brutewas in front of your shop, swearing that he would break it down?No disgrace, indeed No, I don't think there is any disgrace inanything that I have done; but though my dear, dear arbor that Ihave spent so many weeks in building should be pulled down aboutG ieS i ," Give in, indeed! Mon Dieu."

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 29my ears, and every flower in my garden rooted up, I would notchange places with you, John, sitting there sleek and safe-no, notfor-all the gold that ever was coined! Give in, indeed! Mon Dieu!that I should ever have heard such a word as that come across ourlittle stream!"So Johnnie began to discover that, if lookers-on see the most ofthe game, they do not always get the most enjoyment out of it. Butthe bell now rang for dinner, and he followed the rest of the Boyswith some anxiety, not being quite easy in his mind as to the ac-count he would have to give to Mrs. Europa of what had beengoing on."I was a neutral."

30 THE FIGHT AT"Louis and William are very late to-day," observed the Damewhen dinner was half over. "Does any one know where they are ? "And then bit by bit she learned from some of the boys sitting nearher the whole story."And pray, John, why did you not separate them?" demandedthe Dame."Please, ma'am," answered Johnnie, "I was a neutral.""A what, sir?" said she."A neutral, ma'am.""Just precisely what you had no businegs to be," she returned."You were placed in authority in order that you might act, not thatyou might stand aloof from acting. Any baby can do that. Imight as well have made little Georgie here a monitor, if I hadmeant him to have nothing to do. Neutral, indeed! Neutral is justa fine name for Coward. Besides, there is no such thing. You musttake one side or the other, do what you will. Now, which side didyou take, I wonder? "A titter ran round the room, and the little Boys began to whisperto one another something which appeared to be in their small esti-mation an excellent joke. It wasgood fun to them to see a monitorbadgered, even if they should getpaid out for it afterwards."What are you saying?" said theDame. "Both sides, eh? Well, andhow did. you manage that, Master: John?"There was some more tittering andP whispering and shuffling about onthe forms, and then a chorus ofOur neutral friend, voices said, "Please 'em, he suckedup to both of them.""Just what 'neutrals' always do," said Mrs. Europa; "suckedup to both, I suppose, and pleased neither. Ah, no doubt," shecontinued, gradually gathering information, "offended Louis byalways preaching at him that he was in the wrong, and offended"William by supplying Louis with stones. Now, I tell you what itis, John. I have long watched your career with pain, and have

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 31seen how you are content to sacrifice everything-duty, and influ-ence, and honor-for the sake of putting by a few paltry shillings.You have been badly advised. You have chosen to have about you aset of fags who are no credit to any-body, simply because they make betterbargains for you in the-things you sellto the other Boys; and now you seethe consequences. If such fellows asBen and Hugh had been your fags, youknow very well that this disgracefulscene would never have taken placeat all. You would have been suffi-ciently well trained and well equippedto command the respect of the othermonitors, and the two rivals would nothave dared to come to blows. Therewas a time when, if you so much asheld up your finger, the whole schoolwould tremble. Nobody trembles now.Nobody cares one farthing what youthink or say. And why? Becauseyou have grown a sloven and a screw,and Boys despise both the one andthe other. You ought to have pre-vented the fight from the very first.Failing this, you ought, in conjnnc-tion with the other monitors, to havestepped in the moment the Boys hadproved their relative strength, andstruck a fair balance between them.Instead of doing so, you sit coolly inyour shop, supplying the means ofcarrying the fight, and coining a England's if or hope.carrying on the ght, and coining Dirali.-" Aint 1 glad 1 was notfew wretched coppers out of your around during this scrimmage."schoolfellows' blows and wounds. Youhave been a bad friend to both of them. Well, some day, perhaps,you may want friends yourself. When you do, I hope you mayfind them. Take care that William, the peaceable, unaggressive Boy,

32 THE FIGHT ATdoes not contrive (as I fully believe he will contrive) to get a foot-ing on the river, where he can keep a boat, and then one finemorning take your pretty island by surprise.""Every dog has his day.""There was a time." That time is gone."It was Louis' own fault, ma'am," urged John. "He began itall. William was only defending his Fatherland."" Defending his Grandmotherland !" retorted the Dame contempt-uously. "It looks very like self-defense to chase a Boy half acrossthe play-ground and threaten to kick down his arbor. Very likeself-defense, to train hard for six months, and then propose something which is certain to create a row. And although Louis hasbeen in the wrong, he has also been severely punished, and it istime that he should be relieved. What are those who make mis-takes never to be helped out of them ? Is it any the less incum-bent on the strong to protect the weak, because the weak has gothimself into a mess by his own fault ? However, there is some ex-cuse for William, who is half mad with the fever of success; butthere is no excuse for you, who have sat still in cold blood and lookedon. You have abused the trust committed to you as one of thefive monitors of this school, and your office shall be taken fromyou-"" Please 'em," said a chorus of little Boys together, "please 'em,do let him off this time. He was so kind to Louis and William whenthey were bad. He brought them water, and bathed their faces,and stopped the bleeding, and did all sorts of things for them.Please 'em let him off."" Well," said the Dame, much affected, "kindness to the wound-ed shall plead his cause this once, and I will think of some punish-

DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL. 33ment less severe. For I have hopes of Johnnie even yet, that hewill rise to a sense of his high position in the school; and learn thatduties cannot be cooly ignored because they are disagreeable; thathe who shirks the responsibility of doing right does in very deedand truth do wrong ; that the true test of greatness is the ability toJohnnie's true test of greatness.grapple with great difficulties ; that it is but a sorry thing to boastof bravery and skill and power, if, just at the very instant you arecalled upon to act, your resources fail you, and you whine out themiserable excuse that 'you don't exactly see how you can interfere.'If, indeed, such an excuse be allowed to stand-if it be really true thatR UPSSl S I NEW MAPJohn takes a back seat.

34 THE FIGHT AT DAME EUROPA'S SCHOOL.the head and champion of the school is thoroughly beaten by cir-cumstances-utterly at a loss, at some critical moment, what is theright thing to do-let him confess at once that he is unequal to hisplace-that he is not the Boy we took him for-that his couragehas been overrated, and his reputation as a hero too cheaply earned;that for all his vaunted influence with others he is too weak tostay an unrighteous strife-to avert a storm of cruel, savage blows-to spare the infliction of wounds which will lie gaping and un-healed for long years to come, bearing on their ghastly face a bitterhatred for the foe that dealt them, and contempt for the 'neutral'friend who looked calmly on.""His occupation gone."

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