TOM BROWN'S SCHOOLDAYS
Holy Supper is kept indeed,
The next morning, after breakfast, Tom, East, and
Gower met as usual to learn their second lesson together.
Tom had been considering how to break his proposal of giving up the crib
to the others, and having found no better way (as indeed none better can ever be
found by man or boy), told them simply what had happened; how he had been to see
Arthur, who had talked to him upon the subject, and what he had said, and for
his part he had made up his mind, and wasn't going to use cribs any more; and
not being quite sure of his ground, took the high and pathetic tone, and was
proceeding to say "how that, having learnt his lessons with them for so
many years, it would grieve him much to put an end to the arrangement, and he
hoped, at any rate, that if they wouldn't go on with him, they should still be
just as good friends, and respect one another's motives; but--"
Here the other boys, who had been listening with
open eyes and ears, burst in, -
"Stuff and nonsense!" cried Gower.
"Here, East, get down the crib and find the place."
"O Tommy, Tommy!" said East, proceeding
to do as he was bidden, "that it should ever have come to this!
I knew Arthur'd be the ruin of you some day, and you of me.
And now the time's come." And he made a doleful face.
"I don't know about ruin," answered Tom;
"I know that you and I would have had the sack long ago if it hadn't been
for him. And you know it as well as
"Well, we were in a baddish way before he
came, I own; but this new crotchet of his is past a joke."
"Let's give it a trial, Harry; come.
You know how often he has been right and we wrong."
"Now, don't you two be jawing away about
young Square-toes," struck in Gower. "He's
no end of a sucking wiseacre, I dare say; but we've no time to lose, and I've
got the fives court at half-past nine."
"I say, Gower," said Tom appealingly,
"be a good fellow, and let's try if we can't get on without the crib."
"What! in this chorus?
Why, we shan't get through ten lines."
"I say, Tom," cried East, having hit on
a new idea, "don't you remember, when we were in the upper fourth, and old
Momus caught me construing off the leaf of a crib which I'd torn out and put in
my book, and which would float out on to the floor, he sent me up to be flogged
"Yes, I remember it very well."
"Well, the Doctor, after he'd flogged me,
told me himself that he didn't flog me for using a translation, but for taking
it in to lesson, and using it there when I hadn't learnt a word before I came
in. He said there was no harm in
using a translation to get a clue to hard passages, if you tried all you could
first to make them out without."
"Did he, though?" said Tom; "then
Arthur must be wrong,"
"Of course he is," said Gower--"the
little prig. We'll only use the
crib when we can't construe without it. --Go ahead, East."
And on this agreement they started--Tom, satisfied
with having made his confession, and not sorry to have a locus penitentiae,
and not to be deprived altogether of the use of his old and faithful friend.
The boys went on as usual, each taking a sentence
in turn, and the crib being handed to the one whose turn it was to construe. Of
course Tom couldn't object to this, as, was it not simply lying there to be
appealed to in case the sentence should prove too hard altogether for the
construer? But it must be owned
that Gower and East did not make very tremendous exertions to conquer their
sentences before having recourse to its help. Tom, however, with the most heroic
virtue and gallantry, rushed into his sentence, searching in a high-minded
manner for nominative and verb, and turning over his dictionary frantically for
the first hard word that stopped him. But
in the meantime Gower, who was bent on getting to fives, would peep quietly into
the crib, and then suggest, "Don't you think this is the meaning?"
"I think you must take it this way, Brown."
And as Tom didn't see his way to not profiting by these suggestions, the
lesson went on about as quickly as usual, and Gower was able to start for the
fives court within five minutes of the half-hour.
When Tom and East were left face to face, they
looked at one another for a minute, Tom puzzled, and East chokefull of fun, and
then burst into a roar of laughter.
"Well, Tom," said East, recovering
himself, "I don t see any objection to the new way.
It's about as good as the old one, I think, besides the advantage it
gives one of feeling virtuous, and looking down on one's neighbours."
Tom shoved his hand into his back hair.
"I ain't so sure," said he; "you two fellows carried me
off my legs. I don't think we
really tried one sentence fairly. Are
you sure you remember what the Doctor said to you?"
I'll swear I couldn't make out one of my sentences to-day--no, nor ever could.
I really don't remember," said East, speaking slowly and
impressively, "to have come across one Latin or Greek sentence this half
that I could go and construe by the light of nature.
Whereby I am sure Providence intended cribs to be used."
"The thing to find out," said Tom
meditatively, "is how long one ought to grind at a sentence without looking
at the crib. Now I think if one
fairly looks out all the words one don't know, and then can't hit it, that's
"To be sure, Tommy," said East demurely,
but with a merry twinkle in his eye. "Your
new doctrine too, old fellow," added he, "when one comes to think of
it, is a cutting at the root of all school morality.
You'll take away mutual help, brotherly love, or, in the vulgar tongue,
giving construes, which I hold to be one of our highest virtues.
For how can you distinguish between getting a construe from another boy
and using a crib? Hang it, Tom, if you're going to deprive all our
school-fellows of the chance of exercising Christian benevolence and being good
Samaritans, I shall cut the concern."
"I wish you wouldn't joke about it, Harry;
it's hard enough to see one's way--a precious sight harder than I thought last
night. But I suppose there's a use
and an abuse of both, and one'll get straight enough somehow.
But you can't make out, anyhow, that one has a right to use old vulgus-books
and copy- books."
"Hullo, more heresy! How fast a fellow goes downhill when he once gets his head
before his legs. Listen to me, Tom.
Not use old vulgus-books! Why, you
Goth, ain't we to take the benefit of the wisdom and admire and use the work of
past generations? Not use old copy-books! Why,
you might as well say we ought to pull down Westminster Abbey, and put up a
go-to-meeting shop with churchwarden windows; or never read Shakespeare, but
only Sheridan Knowles. Think of all
the work and labour that our predecessors have bestowed on these very books; and
are we to make their work of no value?"
"I say, Harry, please don't chaff; I'm really
"And then, is it not our duty to consult the
pleasure of others rather than our own, and above all, that of our masters?
Fancy, then, the difference to them in looking over a vulgus which has
been carefully touched and retouched by themselves and others, and which must
bring them a sort of dreamy pleasure, as if they'd met the thought or expression
of it somewhere or another - before they were born perhaps--and that of cutting
up, and making picture-frames round all your and my false quantities, and other
monstrosities. Why, Tom, you
wouldn't be so cruel as never to let old Momus hum over the 'O genus humanum'
again, and then look up doubtingly through his spectacles, and end by smiling
and giving three extra marks for it--just for old sake's sake, I suppose."
"Well," said Tom, getting up in
something as like a huff as he was capable of, "it's deuced hard that when
a fellow's really trying to do what he ought, his best friends'll do nothing but
chaff him and try to put him down." And
he stuck his books under his arm and his hat on his head, preparatory to rushing
out into the quadrangle, to testify with his own soul of the faithlessness of
"Now don't be an ass, Tom," said East,
catching hold of him; "you know me well enough by this time; my bark's
worse than my bite. You can't
expect to ride your new crotchet without anybody's trying to stick a nettle
under his tail and make him kick you off--especially as we shall all have to go
on foot still. But now sit down,
and let's go over it again. I'll be
as serious as a judge."
Then Tom sat himself down on the table, and waxed
eloquent about all the righteousnesses and advantages of the new plan, as was
his wont whenever he took up anything, going into it as if his life depended
upon it, and sparing no abuse which he could think of, of the opposite method,
which he denounced as ungentlemanly, cowardly, mean, lying, and no one knows
what besides. "Very cool of
Tom," as East thought, but didn't say, "seeing as how he only came out
of Egypt himself last night at bedtime."
"Well, Tom," said he at last, "you
see, when you and I came to school there were none of these sort of notions.
You may be right--I dare say you are.
Only what one has always felt about the masters is, that it's a fair
trial of skill and last between us and them--like a match at football or a
battle. We're natural enemies in
school--that's the fact. We've got
to learn so much Latin and Greek, and do so many verses, and they've got to see
that we do it. If we can slip the
collar and do so much less without getting caught, that's one to us.
If they can get more out of us, or catch us shirking, that's one to them.
All's fair in war but lying. If
I run my luck against theirs, and go into school without looking at my lessons,
and don't get called up, why am I a snob or a sneak?
I don't tell the master I've learnt it.
He's got to find out whether I have or not.
What's he paid for? If he
calls me up and I get floored, he makes me write it out in Greek and English.
Very good. He's caught me,
and I don't grumble. I grant you,
if I go and snivel to him, and tell him I've really tried to learn it, but found
it so hard without a translation, or say I've had a toothache, or any humbug of
that kind, I'm a snob. That's my school morality; it's served me, and you too, Tom,
for the matter of that, these five years. And
it's all clear and fair, no mistake about it. We understand it, and they
understand it, and I don't know what we're to come to with any other."
Tom looked at him pleased and a little puzzled.
He had never heard East speak his mind seriously before, and couldn't
help feeling how completely he had hit his own theory and practice up to that
"Thank you, old fellow," said he.
"You're a good old brick to be serious, and not put out with me.
I said more than I meant, I dare say, only you see I know I'm right.
Whatever you and Gower and the rest do, I shall hold on.
I must. And as it's all new
and an uphill game, you see, one must hit hard and hold on tight at first."
"Very good," said East; "hold on
and hit away, only don't hit under the line."
"But I must bring you over, Harry, or I
shan't be comfortable. Now, I'll allow all you've said. We've always been honourable enemies with the masters.
We found a state of war when we came, and went into it of course.
Only don't you think things are altered a good deal?
I don't feel as I used to the masters. They seem to me to treat one quite
"Yes, perhaps they do," said East;
"there's a new set you see, mostly, who don't feel sure of themselves yet.
They don't want to fight till they know the ground."
"I don't think it's only that," said
Tom. "And then the Doctor, he
does treat one so openly, and like a gentleman, and as if one was working with
"Well, so he does," said East;
"he's a splendid fellow, and when I get into the sixth I shall act
accordingly. Only you know he has
nothing to do with our lessons now, except examining us.
I say, though," looking at his watch, "it's just the quarter.
As they walked out they got a message, to say that
Arthur was just starting, and would like to say goodbye.
So they went down to the private entrance of the School-house, and found
an open carriage, with Arthur propped up with pillows in it, looking already
better, Tom thought.
They jumped up on to the steps to shake hands with
him, and Tom mumbled thanks for the presents he had found in his study, and
looked round anxiously for Arthur's mother.
East, who had fallen back into his usual humour,
looked quaintly at Arthur, and said, -
"So you've been at it again, through that
hot-headed convert of yours there. He's
been making our lives a burden to us all the morning about using cribs.
I shall get floored to a certainty at second lesson, if I'm called
Arthur blushed and looked down.
Tom struck in, -
"Oh, it's all right. He's converted already; he always comes through the mud after
us, grumbling and sputtering."
The clock struck, and they had to go off to
school, wishing Arthur a pleasant holiday, Tom, lingering behind a moment to
send his thanks and love to Arthur's mother.
Tom renewed the discussion after second lesson,
and succeeded so far as to get East to promise to give the new plan a fair
Encouraged by his success, in the evening, when
they were sitting alone in the large study, where East lived now almost,
"vice Arthur on leave," after examining the new fishing-rod, which
both pronounced to be the genuine article ("play enough to throw a midge
tied on a single hair against the wind, and strength enough to hold a
grampus"), they naturally began talking about Arthur.
Tom, who was still bubbling over with last night's scene and all the
thoughts of the last week, and wanting to clinch and fix the whole in his own
mind, which he could never do without first going through the process of
belabouring somebody else with it all, suddenly rushed into the subject of
Arthur's illness, and what he had said about death.
East had given him the desired opening.
After a serio-comic grumble, "that life wasn't worth having, now
they were tied to a young beggar who was always 'raising his standard;' and that
he, East, was like a prophet's donkey, who was obliged to struggle on after the
donkey-man who went after the prophet; that he had none of the pleasure of
starting the new crotchets, and didn't half understand them, but had to take the
kicks and carry the luggage as if he had all the fun," he threw his legs up
on to the sofa, and put his hands behind his head, and said, -
"Well, after all, he's the most wonderful
little fellow I ever came across. There
ain't such a meek, humble boy in the school. Hanged if I don't think now,
really, Tom, that he believes himself a much worse fellow than you or I, and
that he don't think he has more influence in the house than Dot Bowles, who came
last quarter, and isn't ten yet. But
he turns you and me round his little finger, old boy--there's no mistake about
that." And East nodded at Tom
"Now or never!" thought Tom; so,
shutting his eyes and hardening his heart, he went straight at it, repeating all
that Arthur had said, as near as he could remember it, in the very words, and
all he had himself thought. The
life seemed to ooze out of it as he went on, and several times he felt inclined
to stop, give it all up, and change the subject.
But somehow he was borne on; he had a necessity upon him to speak it all
out, and did so. At the end he
looked at East with some anxiety, and was delighted to see that that young
gentleman was thoughtful and attentive. The fact is, that in the stage of his
inner life at which Tom had lately arrived, his intimacy with and friendship for
East could not have lasted if he had not made him aware of, and a sharer in, the
thoughts that were beginning to exercise him. Nor indeed could the friendship
have lasted if East had shown no sympathy with these thoughts; so that it was a
great relief to have unbosomed himself, and to have found that his friend could
Tom had always had a sort of instinct that East's
levity was only skin-deep, and this instinct was a true one.
East had no want of reverence for anything he felt to be real; but his
was one of those natures that burst into what is generally called recklessness
and impiety the moment they feel that anything is being poured upon them for
their good which does not come home to their inborn sense of right, or which
appeals to anything like self-interest in them.
Daring and honest by nature, and outspoken to an extent which alarmed all
respectabilities, with a constant fund of animal health and spirits which he did
not feel bound to curb in any way, he had gained for himself with the steady
part of the school (including as well those who wished to appear steady as those
who really were so) the character of a boy with whom it would be dangerous to be
intimate; while his own hatred of everything cruel, or underhand, or false, and
his hearty respect for what he would see to be good and true, kept off the rest.
Tom, besides being very like East in many points
of character, had largely developed in his composition the capacity for taking
the weakest side. This is not
putting it strongly enough: it was
a necessity with him; he couldn't help it any more than he could eating or
drinking. He could never play on
the strongest side with any heart at football or cricket, and was sure to make
friends with any boy who was unpopular, or down on his luck.
Now, though East was not what is generally called
unpopular, Tom felt more and more every day, as their characters developed, that
he stood alone, and did not make friends among their contemporaries, and
therefore sought him out. Tom was
himself much more popular, for his power of detecting humbug was much less
acute, and his instincts were much more sociable. He was at this period of his life, too, largely given to
taking people for what they gave themselves out to be; but his singleness of
heart, fearlessness, and honesty were just what East appreciated, and thus the
two had been drawn into great intimacy.
This intimacy had not been interrupted by Tom's
guardianship of Arthur.
East had often, as has been said, joined them in
reading the Bible; but their discussions had almost always turned upon the
characters of the men and women of whom they read, and not become personal to
themselves. In fact, the two had
shrunk from personal religious discussion, not knowing how it might end, and
fearful of risking a friendship very dear to both, and which they felt somehow,
without quite knowing why, would never be the same, but either tenfold stronger
or sapped at its foundation, after such a communing together.
What a bother all this explaining is!
I wish we could get on without it. But
we can't. However, you'll all find, if you haven't found it out
already, that a time comes in every human friendship when you must go down into
the depths of yourself, and lay bare what is there to your friend, and wait in
fear for his answer. A few moments
may do it; and it may be (most likely will be, as you are English boys) that you
will never do it but once. But done
it must be, if the friendship is to be worth the name.
You must find what is there, at the very root and bottom of one another's
hearts; and if you are at one there, nothing on earth can or at least ought to
East had remained lying down until Tom finished
speaking, as if fearing to interrupt him; he now sat up at the table, and leant
his head on one hand, taking up a pencil with the other, and working little
holes with it in the table-cover. After
a bit he looked up, stopped the pencil, and said, "Thank you very much, old
fellow. There's no other boy in the
house would have done it for me but you or Arthur. I can see well enough," he went on, after a pause,
"all the best big fellows look on me with suspicion; they think I'm a
devil-may-care, reckless young scamp. So
I am--eleven hours out of twelve, but not the twelfth.
Then all of our contemporaries worth knowing follow suit, of course:
we're very good friends at games and all that, but not a soul of them but
you and Arthur ever tried to break through the crust, and see whether there was
anything at the bottom of me; and then the bad ones I won't stand and they know
"Don't you think that's half fancy,
"Not a bit of it," said East bitterly,
pegging away with his pencil. "I
see it all plain enough. Bless you,
you think everybody's as straightforward and kindhearted as you are."
"Well, but what's the reason of it?
There must be a reason. You can play all the games as well as any one and
sing the best song, and are the best company in the house.
You fancy you're not liked, Harry. It's
"I only wish it was, Tom.
I know I could be popular enough with all the bad ones, but that I won't
have, and the good ones won't have me."
"Why not?" persisted Tom; "you
don't drink or swear, or get out at night; you never bully, or cheat at lessons.
If you only showed you liked it, you'd have all the best fellows in the
house running after you."
"Not I," said East.
Then with an effort he went on, "I'll tell you what it is.
I never stop the Sacrament. I
can see, from the Doctor downwards, how that tells against me."
"Yes, I've seen that," said Tom,
"and I've been very sorry for it, and Arthur and I have talked about it.
I've often thought of speaking to you, but it's so hard to begin on such
subjects. I'm very glad you've opened it. Now,
why don't you?"
"I've never been confirmed," said East.
"Not been confirmed!" said Tom, in
astonishment. "I never thought
of that. Why weren't you confirmed
with the rest of us nearly three years ago?
I always thought you'd been confirmed at home."
"No," answered East sorrowfully;
"you see this was how it happened. Last
Confirmation was soon after Arthur came, and you were so taken up with him I
hardly saw either of you. Well,
when the Doctor sent round for us about it, I was living mostly with Green's
set. You know the sort. They all went in. I
dare say it was all right, and they got good by it; I don't want to judge them.
Only all I could see of their reasons drove me just the other way.
'Twas 'because the Doctor liked it;' 'no boy got on who didn't stay the
Sacrament;' it was the 'correct thing,' in fact, like having a good hat to wear
on Sundays. I couldn't stand it.
I didn't feel that I wanted to lead a different life. I was very well
content as I was, and I wasn't going to sham religious to curry favour with the
Doctor, or any one else."
East stopped speaking, and pegged away more
diligently than ever with his pencil. Tom
was ready to cry. He felt half
sorry at first that he had been confirmed himself.
He seemed to have deserted his earliest friend--to have left him by
himself at his worst need for those long years.
He got up and went and sat by East, and put his arm over his shoulder.
"Dear old boy," he said, "how
careless and selfish I've been. But
why didn't you come and talk to Arthur and me?"
"I wish to Heaven I had," said East,
"but I was a fool. It's too
late talking of it now."
"Why too late?
You want to be confirmed now, don't you?"
"I think so," said East.
"I've thought about it a good deal; only, often I fancy I must be
changing, because I see it's to do me good here--just what stopped me last time.
And then I go back again."
"I'll tell you now how 'twas with me,"
said Tom warmly. "If it hadn't
been for Arthur, I should have done just as you did. I hope I should. I
honour you for it. But then he made
it out just as if it was taking the weak side before all the world-- going in
once for all against everything that's strong and rich, and proud and
respectable, a little band of brothers against the whole world. And the Doctor seemed to say so too, only he said a great
"Ah!" groaned East, "but there
again, that's just another of my difficulties whenever I think about the matter.
I don't want to be one of your saints, one of your elect, whatever the
right phrase is. My sympathies are
all the other way--with the many, the poor devils who run about the streets and
don't go to church. Don't stare,
Tom; mind, I'm telling you all that's in my heart--as far as I know it--but it's
all a muddle. You must be gentle
with me if you want to land me. Now
I've seen a deal of this sort of religion; I was bred up in it, and I can't
stand it. If nineteen-twentieths of the world are to be left to
uncovenanted mercies, and that sort of thing, which means in plain English to go
to hell, and the other twentieth are to rejoice at it all, why--"
"Oh! but, Harry, they ain't, they
don't," broke in Tom, really shocked.
"Oh, how I wish Arthur hadn't gone!
I'm such a fool about these things.
But it's all you want too, East; it is indeed.
It cuts both ways somehow, being confirmed and taking the Sacrament.
It makes you feel on the side of all the good and all the bad too, of
everybody in the world. Only there's some great dark strong power, which is crushing
you and everybody else. That's what
Christ conquered, and we've got to fight. What
a fool I am! I can't explain.
If Arthur were only here!"
"I begin to get a glimmering of what you
mean," said East.
"I say, now," said Tom eagerly, "do
you remember how we both hated Flashman?"
"Of course I do," said East; "I
hate him still. What then?"
"Well, when I came to take the Sacrament, I
had a great struggle about that. I
tried to put him out of my head; and when I couldn't do that, I tried to think
of him as evil--as something that the Lord who was loving me hated, and which I
might hate too. But it wouldn't do.
I broke down; I believe Christ Himself broke me down.
And when the Doctor gave me the bread and wine, and leant over me
praying, I prayed for poor Flashman, as if it had been you or Arthur."
East buried his face in his hands on the table.
Tom could feel the table tremble. At
last he looked up. "Thank you
again, Tom," said he; "you don't know what you may have done for me
to- night. I think I see now how
the right sort of sympathy with poor devils is got at."
"And you'll stop the Sacrament next time,
won't you?" said Tom.
"Can I, before I'm confirmed?"
"Go and ask the Doctor."
That very night, after prayers, East followed the
Doctor, and the old verger bearing the candle, upstairs.
Tom watched, and saw the Doctor turn round when he heard footsteps
following him closer than usual, and say, "Hah, East!
Do you want to speak to me, my man?"
"If you please, sir."
And the private door closed, and Tom went to his study in a state of
great trouble of mind.
It was almost an hour before East came back.
Then he rushed in breathless.
"Well, it's all right," he shouted,
seizing Tom by the hand. "I
feel as if a ton weight were off my mind."
"Hurrah," said Tom.
"I knew it would be; but tell us all about it."
"Well, I just told him all about it.
You can't think how kind and gentle he was, the great grim man, whom I've
feared more than anybody on earth. When
I stuck, he lifted me just as if I'd been a little child.
And he seemed to know all I'd felt, and to have gone through it all. And I burst out crying--more than I've done this five years;
and he sat down by me, and stroked my head; and I went blundering on, and told
him all-- much worse things than I've told you.
And he wasn't shocked a bit, and didn't snub me, or tell me I was a fool,
and it was all nothing but pride or wickedness, though I dare say it was.
And he didn't tell me not to follow out my thoughts, and he didn't give
me any cut-and-dried explanation. But
when I'd done he just talked a bit. I
can hardly remember what he said yet; but it seemed to spread round me like
healing, and strength, and light, and to bear me up, and plant me on a rock,
where I could hold my footing and fight for myself.
I don't know what to do, I feel so happy.
And it's all owing to you, dear old boy!"
And he seized Tom's hand again.
"And you're to come to the Communion?"
"Yes, and to be confirmed in the
Tom's delight was as great as his friend's.
But he hadn't yet had out all his own talk, and was bent on improving the
occasion: so he proceeded to
propound Arthur's theory about not being sorry for his friends' deaths, which he
had hitherto kept in the background, and by which he was much exercised; for he
didn't feel it honest to take what pleased him, and throw over the rest, and was
trying vigorously to persuade himself that he should like all his best friends
to die off-hand.
But East's powers of remaining serious were
exhausted, and in five minutes he was saying the most ridiculous things he could
think of, till Tom was almost getting angry again.
Despite of himself, however, he couldn't help
laughing and giving it up, when East appealed to him with, "Well, Tom, you
ain't going to punch my head, I hope, because I insist upon being sorry when you
got to earth?"
And so their talk finished for that time, and they
tried to learn first lesson, with very poor success, as appeared next morning,
when they were called up and narrowly escaped being floored, which ill-luck,
however, did not sit heavily on either of their souls.