How it was done shall be hereafter explained.
I knew my own infant state had been a happy one, and I wondered to see children crying to go to school, when learning had been such a delight to me.

But I soon ceased to wonder when I was sent there myself.

At my first school I can truly say I learnt nothing, except it be that I had especially the sense of feeling.

I often had raps with the cane on the head, across the shoulders, and on the hand, and I found it was mainly for not learning what the teacher had _forgotten to teach me_.

The terms used were "master" and "mistress," and they were tolerably appropriate as far as I was concerned, for to me both became objects of terror, so much so, that for the first time in my life, I really fretted when the hour of teaching came.