SCHOOLBOY DAYS IN FRANCE
Andre Laurie
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(RareBooksClub.com, May 14, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 Excerpt: ...stouter, more developed in every way than my recollection depicted him to me. But it was he, with his kindly honest face, so frank and at the same time so intelligent, his bright eyes, his neatly brushed hair, the repose and distinction of his bearing. I instinctively turned and looked at Baudouin, whose bench was in the second row from mine. I could see that he was no less surprised and delighted than myself. But hush! the master is about to speak. His address is very brief, amounting to nothing scarcely,--only a few words to tell us that he appreciated the difficulty of the task that lies before him. He knows and prizes at its real value M. Auger's profound learning, the sureness and elegance of his methods, the charm of his teaching. Certainly, he cannot hope to equal such a model, or even to approach it. All he can say is that he will spare no efforts to be of service to us in accordance with the measure of his powers, and, if he cannot make us forget the incomparable master whom we have lost, at least endeavour to supply his place in the more essential particulars. All which is said very simply and unaffectedly, in a low but firm voice, underneath which we think we detect the presence of a not too assertive authority. Glancing around the class, I could see that it was pleased with this prologue to the play. In eulogizing M. Auger, M. Pellerin had gone straight to the mark, had touched us all in a tender spot. The charm of a pair of frank, penetrating eyes had done the rest. Youthful affections and respect are easily gained if one only knows how to go about it. It was clear that all our hearts were already enlisted in his favour. Moreover, his would not have been a happy lot who should have attempted to resist. Baudouin and I were on our mettle, like a ...