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my entire field of battle, and it will not do to leave
these outlaws to themselves.”

“Outlaws! do you call them, Mr. Cole? Are
they not scholars? And are they not gentlemen’s
sons ?” |

Mr. Cole smiled in his peculiar way, and said, “ You |
may be sure, madam, they are such that I would not
stay another day among them, if it were not to enable
me to prepare for a professorship of which I have the
offer.”

“Then you do not love teaching !”

“Love it! Talk of loving to drive cattle, or herd
swine! No animal known to me is so annoying as a
half-grown boy.”

And here Mr. Cole picked off from his coat-tail an
impudent label, which he had just discovered, and
which some wag of an urchin had attached to him by
means of a pin.

“Why, Mr. Cole, your estimate of boys is not like
that of Mr. Barry.”

“No, no, indeed it is not. Mr. Barry is a young
man of genius ; especially versed in the modern tongues ;
not bad, I must own, even in the higher mathematics ;
a good fellow, too,—but, but”—

“But what ?” :

“But he is a boy himself; and, therefore, he loves
boys ; loves to teach them, loves to be with them—
strange to say, loves to play with them. He therefore