A Memorable Lesson 



learned Implements and crockery are washed. 

 Leaden pipes with taps run down the walls; 

 wooden vats occupy the corners. Sometimes, 

 those vats bubble, heated by a spray of steam. 

 A reddish powder, which looks like brick-dust, 

 is boiling in them. I learn that the simmering 

 stuff is a dyer's root, known as madder, which 

 will be converted into a purer and more con- 

 centrated product. This is the master's pet 

 study. 



What I saw from the two windows was not 

 enough for me. I wanted to see farther, into 

 the very class-room. My wish was satisfied. 

 It was the end of the scholastic year. A stage 

 ahead in the regular work, I had just obtained 

 my certificate. I was free. A few weeks re- 

 main before the holidays. Shall I go and 

 spend them out of doors, in all the gaiety of 

 my eighteen summers ? No, I will spend them 

 at the school which, for two years past, has 

 provided me with an untroubled roof and my 

 daily crust. I will wait until a post is found 

 for me. Employ my willing service as you 

 think fit, do with me what you will : as long 

 as I can study, I am indifferent to the rest. 



The principal of the school, the soul of 

 kindness, has grasped my passion for know- 

 ledge. He encourages me in my determina- 



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