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Tug was a smart young fellow enough, and could cut and curl as well as
any young chap of his age: he was not a bad hand at a wig either, and
could shave, too, very prettily; but that was in the old time, when we
were not great people: when he came to be a gentleman, he had to learn
Latin and Greek, and had a deal of lost time to make up for, on going to
school.
However, we had no fear; for the Reverend Mr. Coddler used to send
monthly accounts of his pupil's progress, and if Tug was not a wonder of
the world, I don't know who was. It was
General behavior......excellent.
English...............very good.
French................tres bien.
Latin.................optime.
And so on:--he possessed all the virtues, and wrote to us every month
for money. My dear Jemmy and I determined to go and see him, after he
had been at school a quarter; we went, and were shown by Mr. Coddler,
one of the meekest, smilingest little men I ever saw, into the bedrooms
and eating-rooms (the dromitaries and refractories he called them),
which were all as comfortable as comfortable might be. "It is a
holiday, today," said Mr. Coddler; and a holiday it seemed to be. In
the dining-room were half a dozen young gentlemen playing at cards ("All
tip-top nobility," observed Mr.
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