Co CHARLES CANNAN My DEAR It is told of a distinguished pedagogue that one day a heated stranger burst into his study, and, wringing him by the hand, cried, Heaven bless and reward you, sir! Heaven preserve you long to educate old England sboyhood! I have walked many a weary, weary mile to see your face again, he continued, flourishing a scrap of paper, and assure you that but for your discipline, obeyed by me as a boy and remembered as a man, I should never no, never have won the Ticket-of-L eave which you behold! In something of the same spirit I bring you this small volume.
