ARTHUR S CONFESSIONS.

blush, “No,” and that “it was thought he
never would be.”

At this, the cook and all the men looked
at Arthur with wonder, and the former said,
“That’s a bad job. Its a fine thing to bea
scholar. I hope you ain’t as bad as J was,
I could never make any hand of my book.
Now, you see, whenever I want to write a bit
of a letter to my son in July, or to your
blessed mamma, may be, to thank her for
some kindness, I can’t do it myself, and
have to ask some one to do it for me.
Oh! its a fine thing to be a scholar,
and to write a proper good letter! You
must make haste and try hard, for you'll
never be a man till you are a scholar.

“That's the best part of the difference
between gentlefolks, like your papa and
mamma, and poor folks like us. Well!
I'm sorry youre not a scholar,“ Master
Arthur; little Missy is a fine scholar, and
used to write letters for me.”

“Oh! if you mean, can I write a letter for
you? I can do that; only my writing is

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