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broken and in a sling — verily it was a sight to 

 bring tears to one's eyes when one realised that 

 out of the raw material such harmony, such feeling, 

 such expression, had been manufactured. 



Singing? Rather! Just watch those boys 

 standing sphinx-like before meals: eyes closed, 

 hands clasped. The leader starts, and then one 

 listens to the simple, yet effective, grace being 

 sung. Trebles, altos, tenors, basses, all combine 

 harmoniously together and produce a striking 

 effect indeed. And one is not only impressed 

 with the beauty of the singing, but the honest 

 look upon each boy's face as, with head uplifted, 

 he sings praises for the meal about to be taken. 

 And such meals ! 



Breakfast. — Good wholesome bread and butter, 

 an tgg (being Sunday), and a good tin of tea, 

 smoking hot. 



Dinner. — Cold roast beef, baked potatoes, and 

 bread; stewed rhubarb, the latter grown on the 

 farm. 



Tea. — Bread and butter, tea, currant cake. 



The dormitories ! Models of neatness and clean- 

 liness. Fifty beds in each dormitory, a master's 

 bedroom looking on to each, and a reflected light 

 from his room does away with any naked or other 

 light being used in the dormitory itself. 



The boys receive three hours schooling a day; 

 the rest of the time being spent in the workshops. 



