_The Advantage of Tyranny_
Advantage evils are things of tyranny and there are many
advantage evils. One thing is that when they opress the people
they suffer awful I think it is a terrible thing when they say
that you can be hanged down or trodden down without mercy and
the tyranny does what they want there was tyrans in the
revolutionary war and so they throwed off the yok.
VALUE 369. Written by a boy in the second year of the high
school, aged 14 years
_Sulla as a Tyrant_
When Sulla came back from his conquest Marius had put himself
consul so sulla with the army he had with him in his conquest
siezed the government from Marius and put himself in consul
and had a list of his enemys printy and the men whoes names
were on this list we beheaded.
VALUE 474. Written by a girl in the third year of the high
school, aged 17 years
_De Quincy_
First: De Quincys mother was a beautiful women and through her
De Quincy inhereted much of his genius.
His running away from school enfluenced him much as he roamed
through the woods, valleys and his mind became very
meditative.
The greatest enfluence of De Quincy's life was the opium
habit. If it was not for this habit it is doubtful whether we
would now be reading his writings.
His companions during his college course and even before that
time were great enfluences. The surroundings of De Quincy were
enfluences. Not only De Quincy's habit of opium but other
habits which were peculiar to his life.
His marriage to the woman which he did not especially care
for.
The many well educated and noteworthy friends of De Quincy.
VALUE 585. Written by a boy in the fourth year of the high
school, aged 16 years
_Fluellen_
The passages given show the following characteristic of
Fluellen: his inclination to brag, his professed knowledge of
History, his complaining character, his great patriotism,
pride of his leader, admired honesty, revengeful, love of fun
and punishment of those who deserve it.
VALUE 675. Written by a girl in the first year of the high
school, aged 18 years
_Ichabod Crane_
Ichabod Crane was a schoolmaster in a place called Sleepy
Hollow. He was tall and slim with broad shoulders, long arms
that dangled far below his coat sleeves. His feet looked as if
they might easily have been used for shovels. His nose was
long and his entire frame was most loosely hung to-gether.
VALUE 772. Written by a boy in the third year of the high
school, aged 16 years
_Going Down with Victory_
As we road down Lombard Street, we saw flags waving from
nearly every window. I surely felt proud that day to be the
driver of the gaily decorated coach. Again and again we were
cheered as we drove slowly to the postmasters, to await the
coming of his majestie's mail. There wasn't one of the gaily
bedecked coaches that could have compared with ours, in my
estimation. So with waving flags and fluttering hearts we
waited for the coming of the mail and the expected tidings of
victory.
When at last it did arrive the postmaster began to quickly
sort the bundles, we waited anxiously. Immediately upon
receiving our bundles, I lashed the horses and they responded
with a jump. Out into the country we drove at reckless
speed--everywhere spreading like wildfire the news, "Victory!"
The exileration that we all felt was shared with the horses.
Up and down grade and over bridges, we drove at breakneck
speed and spreading the news at every hamlet with that one cry
"Victory!" When at last we were back home again, it was with
the hope that we should have another ride some day with
"Victory."