Waife looked surprised, "Is still with me!why not?" The scholar bit his tongue. That was not the moment to confess; it might destroy all Waife's confidence in. him. He would do so later. "When shall I begin my lesson?"
"Now, if you like. But have you a book in your pocket?"
"I always have."
"Not Greek, I hope, sir?"
"No, a volume of Barrow's Sermons. Lord Chatham recommended those sermons to his great son as a study for eloquence."
"Good! Will you lend me the volume, sir? and now for it. Listen to me; one sentence at a time; draw your breath when I do."
The three magpies pricked up their ears again, and, as they listened, marvelled much.
CHAPTER III
Could we know by what strange circumstances a man's genius became prepared for practical success, we should discover that the most serviceable items in his education were never entered in the bills which his father paid for it.
At the end of the very first lesson George Morley saw that all the elocution masters to whose skill he had been consigned were blunderers in comparison with the basketmaker.
Waife did not puzzle him with scientific theories. All that the great comedian required of him was to observe and to imitate. Observation, imitation, lo! the groundwork of all art! the primal elements of all genius! Not there, indeed to halt, but there ever to commence. What remains to carry on the intellect to mastery? Two steps,to reflect, to reproduce. Observation, imitation, reflection, reproduction. In these stands a mind complete and consummate, fit to cope with all labour, achieve all success.