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Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_204683
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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glesea; Oglethorpe was declared aid-de-
camp to the former; and candidates innu-
merable started up for the same office to
the latter. Indeed it was found that no
one had a taste for being a private; and
the field-marshal distributed colonelcies
and majorities with a lavish hand, yet
stern, imperturbable countenance. Tresh-
uin presented himself, begging to hold his
own father's rank on the field of Waterloo,
-and this claim could not be refused, al-
though he was '^a new boy;' and it had
been already agreed, that as not more than
a fourth of the party could be mounted, those
of the longest standing should be preferred
;is cavalry.
Jn consequence of this law, several
boys, utterly ignorant of the manage-
ment of a horse, or even a donkey, were
mounted, and as quickly lloored, to the
great amusement of the infantry^
never failed to set up a shout of derision,
when a dragoon officer had a misfortune;
nor were there wanting several wags, who
tried to increase the number of such acci-
dents, under the idea that no serious mis-
chief could arise, so long as the doctors
groom superintended tiieir proceedings.
All were busy, bustling, and happy, save
poor Appleby^ who, whilst he looked with
contempt on (lie steeds assembled, and
declared that not one was worth mounting,
yet suffered far greater mortification than
those wlio wore spilled by the asses, from
perceiving tliat not a single place was
offered to him, even among the little-boy
squad of privates. Just as he was about
to retreat, for the purpose of colle(;ting his
thoughts and writing his important letter,
he saw Vivian enter, with a cap and cloak
«jii militaire, beckoning with his sword the
lovers of fun around him, and taking I'rom
his pocket what appeared to lie a letter,
from which^ in a snuflling tone^ he Iiegan
to read.
'Here you shuU have a Cull, true, and
particular account and history of Mister
Marmaduke Milksop, shewing how tlie
tender pretty little <lear was tied to his
mamma's apron-strings, for above twelve
long years, and rode on a little Highland
pony as big as a Welsh goat — here we go
up, up, up, and here we go down, down,
downy: and telling as how he wont to
school a great way oil", where tiie naughty
boys all laughed at him, and went for to
say they were as good as he was, which
every body knows to be quite an impossible
thing; and how he sent his mamma the
following beautiful and pathetic epistle, all
written in rhyme, wliich may be said orsimg.'
a didn't do any such thing — and I
won't hear such lies — and I'll tell the doc-
tor,' roared out Appleby, with stentorian
lungs.
'Sing it, Vivian, do sing it, that's a
good fellow,' cried a score of voices, as
they closely hemmed in the provoking
guesser of the treasured secret, who, now
springing on the horse-block, began to
drawl out in recitative the following lines.
Oh I mother, most dear,
I cannot stay here,
For the boys are such mischievous elves.
That instead of respect,
I find nought but neglect,
As if I were a scrub like themselves.
Nay^ I give you my word,
That if I were a lord,
And, alas I I am only a squire,
Without learning and spirit,
And stulT they call merit,
I never could get a step higher.
Then come, mother, come,
And take your boy home,
To chicken^ and custard, and cake,
Or the scholars so bluffy^
The doctor so huffy,
The heart of your .I'oey will break.
'Tis false, 1 say, all false,' cried Ap-
pleby, in an ecstasy of indignation, the
moment he could be heai'd; '"I love the
doctor, and I scoi-n chickens and custard
as much as any body; and f am no more
of a Miss Nancy than any boy here.'
^Noj that he is not,' bawled Tresliam,
as he pushed into the circle; 'so far from
that^ he is the best rider in his neighboui-
hood, a capital shot, a generous boy too,
and good-natured enougli. My papa al-
ways said he would be a very good boy, if
it were not for a little — a little —'
'A little pride, a little ignorance, and
not a little self-conceit,' said Pelham, ad-
vancing on an old grey horse, chosen for
its colour as his charger. 'However, let
him be what lie may, you are an lionour
to your county; and whilst f am at the
head of affairs here, you shall never want
a friend.'
'In that case, dear Pelham, lot us
make every one happy to-day at least,'
said Tresiiam.
'Vivian, give me that paper,' said Pelham;
'[ conclude you have no copy.'
'None, upon the honour of a general;
my effusions are unfortunately doomed to
die in their birth.'
'Here, master Appleby, is the paper;