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to have paid for my education. I know that if I have the means, no son of mine shall ever be in the position to have it thrown in his teeth by some low bred scamp, perhaps, that he was taught in a charity school. I dont object to charity schools—not the least—they are noble, praiseworthy institutions, but I would have charity schools for charity scholars. “The right men in the right place,” has become a national cry, why not the right boys in the right place.
I got on with my education to the surprise of every one, and before twelve months elapsed I was as far as the lesson beginning
“Tom, can you tell me the use of your nose?”
and before another year had passed I was quite at home in
“My name is Norval, on the Grampian hills,” and “John Gilpin was a Citizen.”
At this time I was progressing in knowledge and wisdom beyond the most sanguine expectations of my friends and teachers.
A Professor of Phrenology who once examined my Bumps said that I had a splendid developement—that I had the head of a Genius and was destined for greatness. My after life has proved that he was correct. While at school
“Thoughts of great deeds were mine.”
