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    if there was not a sorrow in the world . Some , with bare legs and their corduroys tucked up , are wading in a duck-weeded pond , or are playing at c splash me , splash you ;'—others are shrieking out at imaginary ' toe-biters ; '—and Simon , who is shivering with fear on the bank , having imperfect notions of sharks and

    such monsters , and where they abide , wonders at the courage of his brother Jack , in the water up to his knees . II Medico looks a moment at them—looks at his brown sleeve turned up with rhubarb-coloured cuffs—looks at his basket , and again at the boys , and turns away , his heart as heavy as his master ' s mortar , and something working in it like its pestle .

    Sunday is the boys' saturnalia . Even the churchyard ' s melancholy ground is all alive and leaping with juvenile mirth and enjoyment . A chubby cherub surmounting a tombstone is surmounted by Sam Stubbs , and seems to look from between his legs with a marble stare of astonishment at Sam ' s profane impudence . A large flat stone is being systematically hop-scotched

    by Tommy and Harry . Will , who is that precocious young monster , a boy-wag , is sedulously employed on another in a chalk-rendering of * Hie jacet' into 'His jacket ; ' but just as he puts the stroke to the final letter , he gets one on his jerkin from the cane of his Sunday-school teacher . whereupon all the boys belonging to the same school run away , and hide themselves ;

    (but those who belong to another school stand their ground and don ' t care for him / As soon as the back of the Sunday monitor is turned , ' the sylvan boys' again peep out from all corners ; ' brown Exercise rejoices to hear' that he is gone ; and c Sport leaps up , ' and tumbles a summerset over a footstone in exuberant

    O-be-joyful-ness ! The bell sounds for afternoon service , and the half-dozen poor old women , who have been waiting till the church-doors were opened , hippie in , leaning on their short sticks , select their seats , for which they have come so early , and then , with proper attention to their infirmities , lower themselves

    gradually into them , give a short groan of pain , smooth their white aprons , adjust their venerable gowns , and resign themselves to piety and a preparatory nod . The boys , but now so frolicsome and irreverent , follow them , doff their caps , bow awkwardly , rub down their reeking hair , and walk orderly to their seats , like the best-behaved youngsters in the parish ; but the beadle knows them , cuddles his cane , and has a sly eye upon them . After them , the young ladies from the neighbouring seminaries , nicely dressed and decorous , enter ' in order due / from fifteen down to

    five years of age— "fine by degrees and beautifully less ;'—then , the clerk , in ail his dark-suitod dignity ; then the curate , less important ; then the rector , and the rector ' s lady ; the respectab les of the parish by families ; their maids and coachmen , b y ones and twos ; and , lastly , omnea . The bell is silent , and the service begins .

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    568 A Lo : tdo : i Sunday .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1834, page 568, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2636/page/38/