Confessions of An Etonian

age, on their way to Eton, leaving myeldest brother's pointer and myself at the bottom, to our ownreflections As for old Carlo, his still and regular breathing evincedthat his mind was as easy and comfortable as his body, sagaciouslysatisfying himself with the evil of the day as it passed over him.Here Carlo had the advantage of me,--I anticipated the morrow. Strangeand boisterous school-boys, tight-pantalooned ushers, with menacingcanes, were, to my yet unsophisticated mind, anything but agreeablesubjects for a reverie, and I felt proportionately doleful; I turnedmy thoughts on the past, and I was very miserable.I now learnt that I had been happy, and, for the first time,appreciated that happiness. The hours of this long, weary day hadappeared to be as many months; and when I ruminated on former scenes,and their dear little events, I sighed in bitterness, "What a time agoall this seems!" And as I peered up at the moon from my abyss throughthe window, my eyes unconsciously swam with tears, when I reflectedthat, if at home, I should at this moment be taking tea with my dearnurse, Lucy, and my sister's governess, just before I went to bed.