_A Word to the Reader and another to the Critic._
To write a book in a foreign tongue is risky, and I had better at once
ask for indulgence.
The many scenes and reminiscences belong to England, and, if translated
into French, the anecdotes and conversations would lose much of whatever
flavour and interest there may be in them.
This is my reason for not having written this book in French. Let my
reason be also my apology.
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If any of my readers should feel inclined to think my review of British
school-boys somewhat critical, let them take it for granted that when I
was a boy I was everything that was good.
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Now, gentle American Critic, whose magnanimity is proverbial, before
thou abusest this little book, reflect how thou wouldst feel if thy
Editor were to bid thee write thy criticism in French.