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With beautiful illustrations and engaging activities, this book is a fun and creative way to craft your very own princess In the tangled web of greed and power, no one is safe. For thousands of years, For thousands of years, the Mystic race had lived in peace with humans. The fame of Mr. Knickerbocker's history having reached even to Albany, he received much flattering attention from its worthy burghers, some of whom, however, pointed out two or three very great errors he had fallen into, particularly that of suspending a lump of sugar over the Albany tea-tables, which, they assured him, had been discontinued for some years past.

Several families, moreover, were somewhat piqued that their ancestors had not been mentioned in his work, and showed great jealousy of their neighbors who had thus been distinguished; while the latter, it must be confessed, plumed themselves vastly thereupon; considering these recordings in the light of letters-patent of nobility, establishing their claims to ancestry-which, in this republican country, is a matter of no little solicitude and vainglory.

It is also said, that he enjoyed high favor and countenance from the governor, who once asked him to dinner, and was seen two or three times to shake hands with him, when they met in the streets; which certainly was going great lengths, considering that they differed in politics. Indeed, certain of the governor's confidential friends, to whom he could venture to speak his mind freely on such matters, have assured us, that he privately entertained a considerable good will for our author-nay, he even once went so far as to declare, and that openly too, and at his own table, just after dinner, that "Knickerbocker was a very well meaning sort of an old gentleman, and no fool.

Beside the honors and civilities already mentioned, he was much caressed by the literati of Albany; particularly by Mr. John Cook, who entertained him very hospitably at his circulating library, and reading room, where they used to drink Spa water, and talk about the ancients. He found Mr. Cook a man after his own heart-of great literary research, and a curious collector of books. At parting, the latter, in testimony of friendship, made him a present of the two oldest works in his collection; which were the earliest edition of the Heidelberg Catechism, and Adrian Vander Donck's famous account of the New Netherlands: by the last of which, Mr.

Knickerbocker profited greatly in this his second edition. Having passed some time very agreeably at Albany, our author proceeded to Scaghtikoke: where, it is but justice to say, he was received with open arms, and treated with wonderful loving-kindness. He was much looked up to by the family, being the first historian of the name; and was considered almost as great a man as his cousin the congressmanwith whom, by the by, he became perfectly reconciled, and contracted a strong friendship.

In spite, however, of the kindness of his relations, and their great attention to his comforts, the old gentleman soon became restless and discontented. His history being published, he had no longer any business to occupy his thoughts, or any scheme to excite his hopes and anticipations. This, to a busy mind like his, was a truly deplorable situation; and, had he. It is true, he sometimes employed himself in preparing a second edition of his history, wherein he endeavored to correct and improve many passages with which he was dissatisfied, and to rectify some mistakes that had crept into it; for he was particularly anxious that his work should be noted for its authenticity; which, indeed, is the very life and soul of history.

But the glow of composition had departed-he had to leave many places untouched, which he would fain have altered; and even where he did make alterations, he seemed always in doubt whether they were for the better or the worse. After a residence of some time at Scaghtikoke, he began to feel a strong desire to return to New York, which he ever regarded with the warmest affection; not merely because it was his native city, but because he really considered it the very best city in the whole world.

On his return, he entered into the full enjoyment of the advantages of a literary reputation. He was continually importuned to write advertisements, petitions, handbills, and productions of similar import; and, although he never meddled with the public papers, yet had he the credit of writing innumerable essays, and smart things, that appeared on all subjects, and all sides of the question; in all which he was clearly detected " by his style. IHe was once invited to a great corporation dinner; and was even twice summoned to attend as a juryman at the court of quarter sessions.

Indeed, so renowned did he become, that he could no longer pry about, as formerly, in all holes and corners of the city, according to the bent of his humor, unnoticed and uninterrupted; but several times when he has been sauntering the streets, on his usual rambles of observation, equipped with his cane, and cocked hat, the little boys at play have been known to cry, "there goes Diedrich! In a word, if we take into consideration all these various honors and distinctions, together with an exuberant eulogium passed on him in the Port Folio- with which, we are told, the old gentleman was so much overpowered, that he was sick for towo or three days -it must be confessed, that few authors have ever lived to receive such illustrious rewards, or have so completely enjoyed in advance their own immortality.

After his return from Scaghtikoke, Mr. Knickerbocker took up his residence at a little rural retreat, which the Stuyvesants had granted him on the family domain, in gratitude for his honorable mention of their ancestor. It was pleasantly situated on the borders of one of the salt marshes beyond Corlear's Hook: subject, indeed, to be occasionally overflowed, and much infested, in the summer time, with mosquitos; but otherwise very agreeable, producing abundant crops of salt grass and bulrushes.

When he found his end approaching, he disposed of his worldly affairs, leaving the bulk of his fortune to the New York Historical Society: his Heidelberg Catechism, and Vander Donck's work to the city library; and his saddle-bags to Mr. He forgave all his enemies-that is to say, all who bore any enmity towards him; for as to himself, he declared he died in good will with all the world.

And, after dictating several kind messages to his relations at Scaghtikoke, as well as to certain of our most substantial Dutch citizens, he expired in the arms of his friend the librarian. His remains were interred, according to his own request, in St. Mark's churchyard, close by the bones of his favorite hero, Peter Stuyvesant: and it is rumored, that the Historical Society have it in mind to erect a wooden monument to his memory in the Bowling Green With great solicitude had I long beheld the early history of this venerable and ancient city gradually slipping from our grasp, trembling on the lips of narrative old age, and day by day dropping piecemeal into the tomb.

In a little while, thought I, and those reverend Dutch burghers, who serve as the tottering monuments of good old times, will be gathered to their fathers; their children, engrossed by the empty pleasures or insignificant transactions of the present age, will neglect to treasure up the recollections of the past, and posterity will search in vain for memorials of the days of the Patriarchs. Determined, therefore, to avert if possible this threatened misfortune, I industriously set myself to work, to gather together all the fragments of our infant history which still existed, and like my reverend prototype, Herodotus, where no written records could be found, I have endeavored to continue the chain of history by well-authenticated traditions.

In this arduous undertaking, which has been the whole business of a long and solitary life, it is incredible the number of learned authors I have consulted; and all but to little purpose. Strange as it may seem, though such multitudes of excellent works have been written about this country, there are none extant which gave any full and satisfactory account of the early history of New York, or of its three first Dutch governors.

I have, however, gained much valuable and curious matter, from an elaborate manuscript rwritten in exceeding pure and classic low Dutch, excepting a few errors in orthography, which was found in the archives of the Stuyvesant family. Many legends, letters, and other documents have I likewise gleaned, in my researches amoncg the family chests and lumber garrets of our respectable Dutch citizens; and I have gathered a host of well-authenticated traditions from divers excellent old ladies of my acquaintance, who requested that their names might not be mentioned.

Like Xenophon, I have maintained the utmost impartiality, and the strictest adherence to truth throughout my history. I have enriched it after the manner of Sallust, with various characters of ancient worthies, drawn at full length, and faithfully colored. I have seasoned it with profound political speculations like Thucydides, sweetened it with the graces of sentiment like Tacitus, and infused into the whole the dignity, the grandeur, and magnificence of Livy.

I am aware that I shall incur the censure of numerous very learned and judicious critics, for indulging too frequently in the bold excursive manner of my favorite Herodotus. And to be candid, I have found it impossible always to resist the allurements of those pleasing episodes which, like flowery banks and fragrant bowers, beset the dusty road of the historian, and entice him to turn aside, and refresh himself from his wayfaring.

But I trust it will be found that I have always' resumed my staff, and addressed myself to my weary journey with renovated spirits; so that both my readers and myself have been benefited by the relaxation. Indeed, though it has been my constant wish and uniform endeavor to rival Polybius himself, in observing the requisite unity of History, yet the loose and unconnected manner in which many of the facts herein recorded have come to, hand, rendered such an attempt extremely difficult.

This difficulty was likewise increased, by one of the grand objects contemplated in my work, which was to trace the rise of sundry euis. But the chief merit on which I value myself, and found my hopes for future regard, is that faithful veracity with which I have compiled this invaluable little work; carefully winnowing away the chaff of hypothesis, and discarding the tares of fable, which are too apt to spring up and choke the seeds of truth and wholesome knowledge. Had I been anxious to captivate the superficial throng, who skim like swallows over the surface of literature; or had I been anxious to commend my writings to the pampered palates of literary epicures, I might have availed myself of the obscurity that overshadows the infant years of our city, to introduce a thousand pleasing fictions.

But I have scrupulously discarded many a pithy tale and marvellous adventure, whereby the drowsy ear of summer indolence might be enthralled; jealously maintaining that fidelity, gravity, and dignity, which should ever distinguish the historian. For after all, gentle reader, cities of themselves, and, in fact, empires of themselves, are nothing without an historian. It is the patient narrator who records their.

What has been the fate of many fair cities of antiquity, whose nameless ruins encumber the plains of Europe and Asia, and awaken the fruitless inquiry of the traveller? They have sunk into dust and silence-they have perished from remembrance for want of an historian! The philanthropist may weep over their desolation-the poet may wander among their mouldering arches and broken columns, and indulge the visionary flights of his fancy-but alas!

The torch of science has more than once been extinguished and rekindled-a few individuals, who have escaped by accident, reunite the thread of generations. And here have I, as before observed, carefully collected, collated, and arranged them, scrip and scrap, "punt en punt, gat en gat," and commenced in this little work, a history to serve as a foundation, on which other historians may hereafter raise a noble superstructure, swelling in process of time, until Kn. And now indulge me for a moment, while I lay down my pen, skip to some little eminence at the distance of two or three hundred years ahead; and, casting back a bird's-eye glance over the waste of years that is to roll between, discover myself-little I-at this moment the progenitor, prototype, and precursor of them all, posted at the head of this host of literary worthies, with my book under my arm, and New York on my back, pressing forward, like a gallant commander, to honor and immortality.

Such are the vainglorious imaginings that will now and then enter into the brain of the author-that irradiate, as with celestial light, his solitary chamber, cheering his weary spirits, and animating him to persevere in his labors. And I have freely given utterance to these rhapsodies whenever they have occurred; not, I trust, from an unusual spirit of egotism; but merely that the reader mnay for once have an idea, how an author thinks and feels while he is writing —a kind of knowledge very rare and curious, -:lld lltuch to l e decsired.

ACCORDING to the best authorities, the world in which we dwell is a huge, opaque, reflecting, inanimate mass, floating in the vast ethereal ocean of infinite space. It has the form of an orange, being an oblate spheroid, curiously flattened at oppositer parts, for the insertion of two imaginary poles, which are supposed to penetrate and unite at the centre; thus forming an axis on which the mighty orange turns with a regular diurnal revolution.

The transitions of light and darkness, whence proceed the alternations of day and night, are produced by this diurnal revolution successively presenting the different parts of the earth to the rays of the sun. The latter is, according to the best, that is to say, the latest accounts, a luminous or fiery -body, of a prodigious magnitude, from which this world is.

Hence result the different seasons of the year, viz. This I believe to be the most approved modern theory on the subject-though there be many philosophers who have entertained very different opinions; some, too, of them entitled to much deference from their great antiquity and illustrious character. Thus it was advanced by some of the ancient sages, that the earth was an extended plain, supported by vast pillars; and by others, that it rested on the head of a snake, or the back of a huge tortoise —but as they did not provide a resting place for either the pillars or the tortoise, the whole theory fell to the ground, for want of proper foundation.

Jones, Diss. He has written a universal history entitled " Mouroudge-ed-dharab, or the Golden Meadows, and the- Mines of Precious Stones. He informs us that the earth is a huge bird, Mecca and Medina constituting the head, Persia and India the right wing, the -land of Gog the left wing, and Africa the tail. He informs us, moreover, that an earth has existed before the present which he considers as a mere chicken of years , that it has undergone divers deluges, and that, according to the opinion of some well-informed Brahmins of his acquaintance, it will be renovated every seventy thousandth hazarouam; each hazarouam consisting of 12, years.

These are a few of the many cointradictory opinions of philosophers concerning the earth, and we find that the learned have had equal perplexity as to the nature of the sun. Another sect of philosophers do declare, that certain fiery particles exhale constantly from the earth, which, concentrating in a single point of the firmament by day, constitute the sun, but being scattered and rambling about in the dark at night, collect in various points, and form stars.

These are regularly burnt out and extinguished, not unlike to the lamps in our streets, and require a fresh supply of exhalations for the next occasion. A most melancholy circumstance, the very idea of which gave vast concern to Heraclitus, that worthy weeping philosopher of antiquity. In addition to these various speculations, it was the opinion of Herschel, that the sun is a magnificent, habitable abode; the light it furnishes arising from certain empyreal, luminous or phosphoric clouds, swimming in its transparent atmosphere.

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Professor Von Poddingcoft or Puddinghead, as the name may be rendered into English was long celebrated in the university of Leyden, for profound gravity of deportment, and a talent at going to sleep in the midst of examinations, to the infinite relief of his hopeful students, who thereby worked their way through college with great ease and little study. In the course of one of his lectures, the learned professor, seizing a bucket of water, swung it around his head at arm's length. The impulse with which he threw the vessel from him, being a centrifugal force, the retention of his arm operating as a centripetal power, and the bucket, which was a substitute for the earth, describing a circular orbit round about the globular head and ruby visage of Professor Von Poddingcoft, which formed no bad representation of the sun.

All of these particulars were duly explained to the class of gaping students around him. He apprised them, moreover, that the same principle of gravitation, which retained the water in the bucket, restrains the ocean from flying from the earth in its rapid revolutions; and he farther informed them that should the motion of the earth be suddenly checked, it would incontinently fall into the sun, through the centripetal force of gravitation, a most ruinous event to this planet, and one which would.

An unlucky stripling, one of those vagrant geniuses, who seem sent into the world merely to annoy worthy men of the puddinghead order, desirous of ascertaining the correctness of the experiment, suddenly arrested the arm of the professor, just at the moment that the bucket was in its zenith, which immediately descended with astonishing precision upon the philosophic head of the instructor of youth. A hollow sound, and a red-hot hiss, attended the contact; but the theory was in the amplest manner illustrated, for the unfortunate bucket perished in the conflict; but the blazing countenance of Professor Von Poddingcoft emerged from amidst the waters, glowing fiercer than ever with unutterable indignation, whereby the students were marvellously edified, and departed considerably wiser than before.

It is a mortifying circumstance, which greatly perplexes many a painstaking philosopher, that nature often refuses to second his most profound and elaborate efforts; so that after having invented one of the most ingenious and natural theories imaginable, she will have the perverseness to act directly in the teeth of his system, and flatly contradict his most favorite positions.

This is a manifest and unmerited grievance, since it throws the censure of the vulgar and unlearned entirely upon the philosopher; whereas the fault is not to be ascribed to his theory, which is unquestionably correct, but to the waywardness of dame nature, who, with the proverbial fickleness of her sex, is continually indulging in coquetries and caprices, and seems really to take pleasure in violating all philosophic rules, and jilting the most learned and indefatigable of her adorers.

Thus it happened with respect to the fore. But the untoward planet pertinaciously continued her course, notwithstanding that she had reason, philosophy, and a whole university of learned professors opposed to her conduct. The philosophers took this in very ill part, and it is thought they would never have pardoned the slight and affront which they conceived put upon them by the world, had not a good-natured professor kindly officiated as a mediator between the parties, and effected a reconciliation.

Finding the world would not accommodate itself to the theory, he wisely determined to accommodate the theory to the world: he therefore informed his brother philosophers, that the circular motion of the earth round the sun was no sooner engendered by the conflicting impulses above described, than it became a regular revolution, independent of the causes which gave it origin. His learned brethren readily joined in the opinion, being heartily glad of any explanation that would decently extricate them from their embarrassment-and ever since that memorable era the World has been left to take her own course, and to revolve around the sun in such orbit as she thinks proper.

HAVING thus briefly introduced my reader to the world, and given him some idea of its form and situation, he will naturally be curious to know from whence it came, and how it was created. And, indeed, the clearing up of these points is absolutely essential to my history, inasmuch as if this world had not been formed, it is more than probable that this renowned island, on which is situated the city of New York, would never have had an existence.

The regular course of my history, therefore, requires that I should proceed to notice the cosmogony or formation of this our globe. And now I give my readers fair warning that I am about to plunge, for a chapter or two, into as complete a labyrinth as ever historian was perplexed withal: therefore, I advise them to take fast hold of my skirts, and keep close at my heels, venturing neither to the right hand nor to the left, lest they get bemired in a slough of unintelligible learning, or have their brains knocked out by some of those hard Greek names.

But should any. Of the creation of the world, we have a thousand contradictory accounts; and though a very satisfactory one is furnished us by divine revelation, yet every philosopher feels himself in honor bound to furnish us with a better. As an impartial historian, I consider it my duty to notice their several theories, by which mankind have been so exceedingly edified and instructed.

Pythagoras likewise inculcated the famous numerical system of the monad, dyad, and triad, and by means of his sacred quaternary elucidated the formation of the world, the arcana of nature, and the principles both of music and morals. Rousseau Mem. Plutarch de Plac. Nor must I omit to mention the great atomic system taught by old Moschus, before the siege of Troy; revived by Democritus of laughing memory; improved by Epicurus, that king of good fellows, and modernized by the fanciful Descartes.

But I decline inquiring whether the atoms, of which the earth is said to be composed, are eternal or recent; whether they are animate or inanimate; whether, agreeably to the opinion of the atheists, they were fortuitously aggregated, or, as the theists maintain, were arranged by a supreme intelligence. Justin Mart. Such of my readers as take a proper interest'in the origin of this our planet, will be pleased to learn that the most profound sages of antiquity among the Egyptians, Chaldeans, Persians, Greeks, and Latins, have alternately'assisted at the hatching of this strange bird, and that their cacklings have been caught, and continued in different tones and inflections, from philosopher to philosopher, unto the present day.

But while briefly noticing long celebrated systems of ancient sages, let me not pass over with neglect those of other philosophers; which, though less universal and renowned, have equal claims to attention, and equal chance for correctness. Thus it is recorded by the Brahmins, in the pages of their inspired Shastah, that the angel Bistnoo, transforming himself into a great boar, plunged into the watery abyss, and brought up the earth on his tusks. Then issued from him a mighty tortoise, and a mighty snake; and Bistnoo placed the snake erect upon the back of the tortoise, and he placed the earth upon the head of the snake.

The Mohawk philosophers tell us that a pregnant woman fell down from heaven, and that a tortoise took her upon its back, because every place was covered with water; and that the woman, sitting upon the tortoise, paddled with her hands in the water, and raked up the earth, whence it finally happened that the earth became higher than the water. And, first, I shall mention the great Buffon, who conjectures that this globe was originally a globe of liquid fire, scintillated from the body of the sun, by the percussion of a comet, as a spark is generated by the collision of flint and steel.

That at first it was surrounded by gross vapors, which, cooling and condensing in process of time, constituted, according to their densities, earth, water, and air; which gradually arranged themselves, according to their respective gravities, round the burning or vitrified mass that formed their centre. Account of Maquaas or Mohawk Indians. Sublime idea! Whiston, the same ingenious philosopher who rivalled Ditton in his researches after the longitude for which the mischief-loving Swift discharged on their heads a most savory stanza , has distinguished himself by a very admirable theory respecting the earth.

Ite conjectures that it was originally a chaotic comet, which being selected for the abode of man, was removed from its eccentric orbit, and whirled round the sun in its present regular motion; by which change of direction, order succeeded to confusion in the arrangement of its component parts. The philosopher adds, that the deluge was produced by an uncourteous salute from the watery tail of another comet; doubtless through sheer envy of its improved condition: thus furnishing a melancholy proof that jealousy may prevail, even among the heavenly bodies, and discord interrupt that celestial harmony of the spheres, so melodiously sung by the poets.

But I pass over a variety of excellent theories, among which are those of Burnet, and Woodward, and Whitehurst; regretting extremely that my time will not suffer me to give them the notice they deserve-and shall conclude with that of the renowned Dr. According to his'opinion, the huge mass of chaos took a sudden occasion to ex-, plode, like a barrel of gunpowder, and in that act exploded the sun —which in its flight, by a similar convulsion, exploded the earth, which in like guise exploded the moon-and thus by a concatenation of explosions, the whole solar system was produced, and set most systematically in motion!

I have shown at least a score of ingenious methods in which a world could be constructed; and I have no doubt, that had any of the philosophers above quoted the use of a good manageable comet, and the philosophical warehouse chaos at his command, he would engage to manufacture a planet as good, or, if you would take his word for it, better than this we inhabit.

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And here I cannot help noticing the kindness of Providence, in creating comets for the great relief of bewildered philosophers. Garden, Part I. Should one of our modern sages, ini his theoretical flights among the stars, ever find himself lost in the clouds, and in danger of tumbling into the abyss of non. One drives his comet at full speed against the sun, and knocks the world out of him with the mighty concussion;.

And now, having adduced several of. Thiey are all serious speculations of learned men-all differ essentially from 3. It has ever been the task of one race of philosophers to demolish the works of their predecessors, and elevate more splendid fantasies in their stead, which in their turn are demolished and replaced by the air castles of a succeeding generation. Thus it would seem that knowledge and genius, of which we make such great parade, consist but in detecting the errors and absurdities of those who have gone before, and devising new errors and absurdities, to be detected by those who are to come after us.

Theories are the mighty soap-bubbles with which the grown up children of science amuse themselveswhile the honest vulgar stand gazing in stupid admiration, and dignify these learned vagaries with the name of wisdom! Surely Socrates was right in his opinion, that philosophers are but a soberer sort of madmen, busying themselves in things totally incomprehensible, or which, if they could be comprehended, would be found not worthy the trouble of discovery.

For my own part, until the learned have come to an agreement among themselves, I shall content myself with the account handed down to us by Moses; in which I do but follow the example of our ingenious neighbors of Connecticut; who at their first settlement proclaimed, that the colony should be governed by the laws of God-until they had time to make better. One thing, however, appears certain-from the unanimous authority of the before-quoted philosophers, supported by the evidence of our own senses, which, though very apt to deceive us, may be cautiously admitted as additional testimony, it appears, I say, and I make the assertion deliberately, without fear of contradiction, that this globe really was created,.

Thus Berosus makes him father of the gigantic Titans, Methodius gives him a son called Jonithus, or Jonicus, and others have mentioned a son, named Thuiscon, from whom descended the Teutons or Teutonic, or in other words, the Dutch nation. I regret exceedingly, that the nature of my plan will not permit me to gratify the laudable curiosity of my readers, by investigating minutely the history of the great Noah. Indeed, such an undertaking would be attended with more trouble than many people would imagine; for the good old patriarch seems to have been a great traveller in his day, and to have passed under a different name in every country that he visit.

The Chaldeans, for instance, give us his story, merely altering his name into Xisuthrus-a trivial alteration, which, to an historian, skilled in etymologics, will appear wholly un. It appears, likewise, that he had exchanged his tarpaulin and quadrant among the Chaldeans, for the gorgeous insignia of royalty, and appears as a monarch in their annals. But the Chinese, who deservedly rank among the most extensive and authentic historians, inasmuch as they have known the world much longer than any one else, declare that Noah was no other than Fohi; and what gives this assertion some air of credibility is, that it is a fact, admitted by the most enlightened literati, that Noah travelled into China, at the time of the building of the tower of Babel probably to improve himself in the study of languages , and the learned Dr.

Shackford gives us the additional information, that the ark rested on a mountain on the frontiers of China. Fom this mass of rational conjectures and sage hypotheses, many satisfactory deductions might be drawn; but I shall content myself with the simple fact stated in the Bible, viz. It is astonishing on what remote and obscure contingencies the great affairs of this world depend, and how events the most distant, and to the common observer unconnected, are inevitably consequent the one to the other. It remains to the philosopher to discover these mysterious affinities, and it is the proudest triumph of his skill, to detect and drag forth some latent chain of causation, which at first sight appears a paradox to the inexperienced observer.

Thus many of my readers will doubtless wonder what connection the family of Noah can possibly have with this history-and many will stare when informed, that the whole history of this. Now it is a thousand times to be lamented that he had but three sons, for had there been a fourth, he would doubtless have inherited America; which, of course, would have been dragged forth from its obscurity on the occasion; and thus many a hard-working historian and philosopher would have been spared a prodigious mass of weary conjecture respecting the first discovery and population of this country.

Noah, however, having provided for his three sons, looked in all probability upon our country as a mere wild unsettled land, and said nothing about it; and to this unpardonable taciturnity of the patriarch may we ascribe the misfortune, that America did not come into the world as early as the other quarters of the globe. It is true, some writers have vindicated him from this misconduct towards posterity, and asserted that he really did discover America.

Thus it was the opinion of Mark Lescarbot, a French writer, possessed of that ponderosity of thought, and profoundness of reflection, so peculiar to his nation, that the immediate descendants of Noah peopled this quarter of the globe, and that the old patriarch himself who still retained a passion for the sea-faring life, superintended the transmigration.

The pious and enlightened father, Charlevoix, a French Jesuit, remarkable for his aversion to the marvellous, conm. In effect, I can see no reason that can justify such a notion. Who can seriously believe, that Noah and his immediate descendants knew less than we do, and that the builder and pilot of the greatest ship that ever was, a ship which was formed to traverse an unbounded ocean, and had so many shoals and quicksands to guard against, should be ignorant of, or should not have communicated to his descendants the art of sailing on the ocean.

Now all this exquisite chain of reasoning, which is so strikingly characteristic of the good father, being addressed to the faith, rather than the understanding, is flatly opposed by Hans de Laet, who declares it a real and most ridiculous paradox, to suppose that Noah ever entertained the thought of discovering America; and as Hans is a Dutch -writer, I am inclined to believe he must have been much better acquainted with the worthy crew of the ark than his competitors, and of course possessed of more accurate sources of information.

It is astonishing how intimate historians do daily become with the patriarchs and other great men of antiquity. As intimacy improves with time, and as the learned are particularly inquisitive and familiar in their acquaintance with the ancients, I should not be. I shall not occupy my time by discussing the huge mass of additional suppositions, conjectures, and probabilities respecting the first discovery of this country, with which unhappy historians overload themselves, in their endeavors to satisfy thedoubts of an incredulous world.

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In the 3rds Mike Miller was a key member of the pack and of a side which did not concede a single point until very late on and only lost one match. Charles Vavasour captained the U. We were well represented in the Band C XVs at Junior level but space prevents the mention of a ll the names. David Knight distinguished himself by fin ishing 84th in the Canterbury Marathon in 3 hours 36 minutes and he and Bob Wallis ran in the School team. In the hockey world our Junior League team triumphed in the six-a-side competition on Blare's. Well led by Ben Palmer they beat Marlowe in the final.

Tim Bainbridge was again heavily involved with the Lighting and John Tegner was the you ngest member of the Orchestra. This term has seen a new arrival in the shape of a fine garden seat presented by Mallhew Justice. We are most grateful for this donation and it will doubtless be well used in the closing weeks before A-levels. We thi nk that we are bidding farewell to Judith Reed and Mallhew Eyton for the second time - if they can tear themselves away qu ickly enough.

It is ho ped that they have been successful at Cambridge. Finally I would like to thank Mr. Craik for a ll their work and in particular a superb candle-li t House C hristmas Supper. Our thanks too to the cleaning staff who tolerate our failings in personal orga nisation and straighten everything up. T his has been an enj oyable term and we look forward to the challenges of when the House reaches its 50th an ni versary. A revitalised Marlowe emerged after the summer holidays determined to achieve further success.

Although this largely eluded us, sincere efforts were made all round. On the sports field, success has been mixed. Boys Simpson, went on to be pipped in the dying seconds by both M. On the other hand, the Junior House League hockey team showed extreme promise by reaching the final of the competition. Alt hough our already weighed-down trophy shelf was not strengthened this term, the dedication and spirit of the teams was very evident.

Drama has also fl ourished this term, all those involved with Mr. Big must be congratulated for a superb effort and a certain fourt h place. The House also had ten people involved with Guys and Dolls, most notably Emma Venton, whose performance was particularly breathtaking! The inaugural House Sixth Form dinner took place towards the end of term and was a great success, highlighted by D. Finally, [ would like to congratulate Emma Venton on her recent appointment, and thank Joe who has trod where many a brave man would not dare to go , the tutors and most of all Mr.

Reid, for all their help this term. Luxmoore has had a stimulating term in certain areas, with certain others getting a rest after a very active last term, notably on the social front. This te rm has been a successful one for sport, with everyone being involved. The senior House Rugby league was almost a success story.

We only lost once to Linacre. The shells have been very sport orientated : they all got into a school Rugby team. Baba Epega won the 'Man of the Match' shield four times in the U. Needless to say we did not get through to the final day! However the teams were surprised by the determination we put into our game and none of them found ours an easy match. The house U. The junior Hockey team also proved a good side narrowly missing the finals. Luxmoore has often come close without grabbing a cup.

Maybe that will change in fut ure years. Twenty-four golfers took part in the Luxmoore foursomes on a glorious Sunday at Prince's. Julian Woods and his godfather wrested the cup from last year's winners - the Rowes. Almost everyone participated. Thirty-five members of the house helped with the annual late-night Christmas shopping for the elderly and physically handicapped. The House drama entry looked promlsmg at one stage; Simon Richards and Magnus Montgomery in particula r. However it was not fully exploited.

What was so interesting about the flo or? What was on those pamphlets? The long silences gave the playa specia l quality. However we a ll thank Michael Camburn for the supreme efforts in the directing of the play. With the arrival of winter it has been noticed that Jakob has begun to hibernate in his study a great deal; however Andy Guy and the M.

Many thanks to Mr. Aldridge, especially for arranging for us to have such an excellent Christmas Dinner, to Angus Macdonald for his bagpipe acco mpaniment afterwards, including the deliberate errors, to Mrs.

Beddoes for her expert ha ndling of the health of the house, to the 'elite' monitorial body, a nd last but not least to our splendid cleaning ladies. On the sporting side Galpin's has had a series of ups and downs. The junior seven-a-side rugby team brought back the silver under the leadership of Flemmich Webb. The basketball team played some very good games but were beaten in the semifinal by White hot opposition. The house league rugby had an enthusiastic a nd successfu l term un til the competition was stopped because of injuries - sorry, Mitchinson's!

The house concert included music from Mozart through The Anim als' House oj the Rising Sun to a composition by James Waters and a performance by the rock band. We had a repertoire by the jazz quartet made up from the members of Jura study and an interesting adaptation of an Offenbach opera by Chris White and Andrew Fordham. These eccentricities were interlaced with various vocal performances and a string quartet. The evening was completed by the Galpin 's chorus with the celebrated Gendarmes' Duet.

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T he whole concert was most success full y arranged and produced by Andrew Fordham. Lucy Amos performed as a stripping doll a nd Richard Preston managed to keep his calm as a multinational waiter. Most of this term's academic wo rk was done by the fair number of Oxbridge candidates in the form of Brett Arends, Lucy C harrington, Angus Robertson, Elizabeth Robertson and, 1 suppose, myself.

Natalia did bother to come back for a seventh term but was given a n unconditional and a C hora l Scholars hi p, much to the env y of the rest of us. The fire risk seems to have decreased on top floor but the everlasting connections with Walpole a nd Luxmoore conti nued in the normal way, to be joined with added interest from M. Jules Godley returns fr om his time in Lattergate next term to be replaced by Steve Grimes. The house dinner was brillia ntl y cooked by Mrs. Woodward and the evening closed with a Mint Yard disco in the gym. O ur thanks go to Mrs. Jones and the ladies abo ut the house, and to Mr.

Woodwa rd for their continua l help a nd encourageme nt throughout the te rm. Linacre has, yet again, flouri shed this term. After a mere twenty-four hours Octavia departed, having gained an unconditional place at Jesus surprise, surprise! That left only four seventh termers to battle through the term - although we took solace watching the fo urth termers tearing their hair out. Even Iheir number diminished when J eremy Avis won a choral scholarship to Oxford. Fortunately we could combine his talents with those of Anthony Evans-Pughe, to whom we are a ll indebted, to produce a House concert that may even have surprised ourselves except the Clarinet duet!

The Padre's and D. H's rendering of Old Mother Hubbard turned out to be as much a visually amusing as a musically amusing performance! The most baffling has been Tiggy and her fu ll and varied fan club. We a lso welcomed Johann von Wersebe who seemed to cope very well indeed wi th Linacre life, a nd Mrs. Davis who became a House Tutor.

The House Drama Competition was adjudicated by an old Linacre man, but we were disqualified on technical grounds alt hough the standard of the performance augurs well for next term's house play. Jonathan Nicholls especially put a lot of time into it amid some frantic Oxbridge work and we are very grateful to him for his efforts.

On a sporting note we flourished, wi nning the House League competition before it was abandoned and playing well in the interhouse seven-a-side tournament. I am indebted to the House and especiall y to the monitors, clean ing ladies and, of course, Mrs. We are sad to lose Mr. Davis who in turn, I think, is sad to leave 'the warm fire that is a lways burning in Peter Allen's study'. Above all I would like to thank P. A strong seventh term Cambridge contingent returned , mustering eleven 'A' grades at A-level between them.

At first the five 6u members formed the entire monitorial body, but by ha lf-term they were ably supplemented by four , and eventually six, 6a monitors who will surely form a very effeclive team in We had on ly three new arrivals this term , all of whom have settled in wit h remark able ease despite Lucinda Roberts' ordeal with the catering committee's selection team.

Once again Broughton has been extremely well represented in school rugby teams and R. M i's chats 'about the game' have been mo re than welco med by J on Ga rdner, Duncan Ives and Eddie Mbu, all of whom received first colou rs. Unfortunately The Gra nge took the House Rugby Sevens cup, but we felt that it would be rather nice for them to win once in a decade.

Nick 'Baker's Doze n' put up a valiant performance in the House League but were hampered by the fact that most seniors played in a school team. Matthew Fenn distinguished himself in the cross-country club a nd ran for Kent during the term when M. The juniors have also been active on the rugby field and were unlucky not to win the junior cup. Academically the term has been largely successful with the possible exception of our 6a Ec. No mention of academic success would be complete without reference to Duncan Ives who has adopted the mantle of T.

Monitor, a lthough he has begun to doubt whether all television is educational. On the social scene Broughton has been far from quiet and the visit from The Grange Monitors was enjoyed by all, even though the darts match never got under way. As the House prepared for the departure of the last 6u, the Hodgsons found a new favourite baby-sitter in the shape of Lucinda Roberts, who was personally trained by Toby Duthie, and who received the seal of approval from David and Sally.

Overall, the term has been a very enjoyable one, and, on behalf of all the House, I would like to thank Mr. Hodgso n, Mr. Hutchinson, the other tutors and a ll the domestic staff for their care and attention throughout the term. It only remains for me, on behalf of the 6u Monitors, to wish the House all the best for the future. T his term has proved to be a good one.

Soaring like a condor on the hig h thermals of the Andes, Tradescant gave a taste of its potential, achieving consistently high results. Our Fencers, Andrew Wickerson, Jon Rawlinson, Alex Carr-Taylor and Jon Bendien, helped the school through some important competitions and matches: the South-East Kent epee competition, where we came 6th and 7th; the Kent team competition where we came 2nd; the individual sabre competition, where we came 3rd; and the 3 weapon event where we were willing to settle with gold.

Congratulations to Andy, Jon and Alex for their first and second colours. Paddy, a second XV man, was borrowed by the firsts, go t his second colours, as he helped his team to one of the best ever seasons. Gareth shuffled around from As to Bs and back again, a nd the juniors, who have a fa ir share of As and Bs will undoubtedly bring great improvement to Tradescant rugby. Robert Dickson U. Ph il Evans was awarded his first One of the best examples of the degree to which a House can come alive was tha t of our House Party, whele undiscovered talents were discovered and great sufferings were suffered.

Thank yo u very much to all those mvolved, especially the catering staff and the housemaster and his wife. A spontaneous group of some formidable actors was formed this term. On behalf of the House, I would like to thank Mr. Wetherilt, Mr. Parker and the tutors for an eventful term, a nd MIss Bnne for never failing in her never-ending work.

With the arrival of 41 new boys and 3 new moni tors, Lattergate hfe too k lIme to get motivated, but once they had found their feet they entered into an incredible consortium of activities : C hnstlan Dwyer, Simon Roberts, James Linforth, Richard Rmaldl and Tom Baker all held secure places in the U. On the musical side virtually the whole house expressed their talents through the house concert, especially Alexander Skarbek on the French Horn, and the old Holmewood House rock group, headed by David Everist.

Moore, Stephen Preece and Simon Hart. Though timi. It did not take long for the milk machme to flood Itself, for sleeptalking to transcend to hallucinations of flying saucers, and for Jerry Gordon's bed to get soaked in water, though the bell was rung an hour early on the fll'st mormng at half-past six! We Wish Jules Godley and James Charlesworth good luck as they return to their respective semor houses and hope that Tom Grieves and Jerry Gordon, who now take over, will run the house as effectively as before.

Our thanks go to the cleaning staff who have still miraculously! Maitland fo r her mestlmable care and help. Our fmal thanks go to Mr. Thane, for their incredible patience and benevolence. We hope that they have enjoyed this term as much as the rest of the house. A rare treat was o ffered to Canterbury audiences when 'B road way came to tow n' in the form of a prod ucti on of Guys and Dolls.

T he decept ively sombre red brick of th e Shirley Hall , whose wa lls ha ve absorbed words a nd notes from numerous previous productions, revealed to the aud ience a tra nsformed auditorium and stage. T hrec levels of seatin g gave each member of the audien ce opport uni ty to savour the split-level stage, with its back drop of neon lights advertising goods a nd services avai lab le on Broadway , and its cat walk , in front of the orchestra pit, upon wh ich lead ing cha racters wo uld late r seduce the aud ience wi th thei r di a logue and song.

The opening trio of G uys, accompanied by tig ht and energe tic o rchestral playing, set the sta nd ard which was relentlessly mai ntai ned by th e rest of the east and instrumentalists as the show unfo lded. Throughout the prod uction we were given the opportu ni ty of hearing individual lead ing vo ices which were strong, fresh and clear, a llowing the text of the so ngs to be easil y understood. Similar ly, the chor us was we ll balanced producing accu rate and exciting part singing.

On occasions when individual voices and chorus came together, as in 'Sit down! You're rocking. These quali ties o f confident professionalism we re similarily displayed in th e act ing of the main cha raclers an d of the Guys and Dolls, were they on Broadway, in the Save a Soul Mission or in the EI Cafe Cubano. The company displayed throughout an assurance and confidence that was admirab le.

So many mo ments of Ihis prod uction highlighted the eno rm ous wealth of ta lent that is in Ihe sc hool and as such, an ex hausl ive list wo uld bc required to ensure that fu ll credit was give n whc rc it was due. However mention must be made of the outstandin g performances of Tim Briggs and Ab igail Willis, to app lau d th e fi ne choreog raphy a nd the exuberant dancing of the G uys and Dolls , and to acknow ledge the inspirational direction of Mr.

And rew Dobbin, Col. Paul Neville and Mr. Barry Rose. Broadway came to Canterbury in December '85 - it would be no surprise were Broadway to host, at sometime in the future, forme r King's students who 'trod the boards' on this memorable occasion. With th eir fi rst chords the choi r gave us a clear indicati o n that it was a calm sea and a ve ry prosperous voyage that lay ahead under the direction of Mr.

T here were some delightful moment s in th e two Stan ford motets Beali quorllm a nd Justorum Animae where bo th the magic of pianissimo control and a real force of climax were achieved. T he size of th e Ha ll robbed the cho ir o f this latte r qu ality elsewhere in their programme but this was of little conseq uence when set aga inst the tight rhythmic deli very, for example, of Gardner's Tomorrow shall be my dancing day and the beautifully po ised phrasing in Ned Rorem's Sing, my sOlll, his wondrous love.

The good balance betwee n th e two soprano parts was much appreciated. Sara's welcome eye-contact with her audience in a trio by Henry Lawes co uld perhaps have been adopted by o th er soloists, but their confidence in into na tion and ensemble was never lacking. Natalia Fetherston-D ilke was the soloist in the ar ia Ich jolge mit Freude and presented Bach's line in a confident , clear LOne, th ough the element of j oy was perhaps not full y realised.

The nonchala nt deli very of the glee quartet's Sly Damon touched on the professional and was ri ghtly well received.

Finall y, the choir sa ng Ala n Ridout's Moses and the Red Sea, the first performance of the revised edition of a n earlier work, wi th Jonathan Wrench bariton e solo a nd piano du et Alan Ridout and Stephen Matthews. Opera singers Dennis Wicks bass a nd Joa n Croft soprano concluded th e first half of the programme with Tc haiko vsky, Mozart, Ed ward Ge rm an, The Flea and some powerful wo rk from the diaphragm. T he evening ended with a performa nce o f Smetana's Vltava by th e School Orcheslra in which the strin g section es pecia ll y excelled in both controlling th e fili gree passages a nd sustaining th e expansive melodies.

A slightl y faste r te mpo might have helped in guiding us through the stormier passages, but here was a con fident reading of a difficult score in which all departments of th e o rchestra we re hea rd to good effect. Before this, the st rin gs we re ha rd pressed to balance wit h wind a nd percussion who respo nded wit h ent husiasm to Col. Paul Neville's baton in a li ve ly, crisp performa nce of Cortege de Bacchus by Deli bes. Between these two items Clarence Myerscough deli ghted the aud ience in Saint-Saens' Havanaise for violin and orchest ra with his technically accomplished solo perform a nce, well supported by a reduced orchestra who slipped into th e role of accompaniment with an assured ease.

The comical was mi xed wi th the seri ous, and class ical with popular to give a va ri ed and in teresting programme. Commendable presenta tion and o rganisation ensured smooth-running of the proceedin gs a nd the continual attention of the a udi ence. A sta rtling start was give n to the concert with The sound oj the drums created and performed by C.

Frew and D. Jevo ns. It was followed by th e first appearance of the House Choir under the capable direction of Jeremy Av is. Two un accompa nied Traditional Yiddish Folk Songs we re s ung with good balance and precision. The last item of the concert was The Two Grenadiers In both the singing was of a good quality and the effort made to sing from memory was well worthwhile. Some other vocal numbers were undertaken by various groups throughout the concert. A warm clear tone was produced in the top parts, though the middle part could have been a little louder, and the bass provided a firm line.

In a rather different style was Andrew Fordham's Walking inlhe rain. He gave the necessary backing to versatile Jeremy Avis who sang with impressive involvement and professionalism. Songs in a lighter vein were very well received. Old MOlher Hubbard for a change involved the Housemaster and a tutor in the musical side of the concert. Allen and Dr. Humberstone both sang Hely-Hutchinson's mock Handel very convincingly, and with some amusing stru ggles for the top notes.

The words were taken from the Blue Book of , as revised by the 6u committee , and the music from the Anglican Chant Book. It served its satirical purpose very effectively, though some of the non-pupil audience didn't quite get it. On the instrumental side, some impressive pieces were heard from soloists and chamber groups. Agile fingerwork was combined wit h musical taste to give a poignant performance of a Chopin piano stud y, The Revolulionaty, by David Watkins, though a little more phrasing by the hands rather than the feet was needed.

An accurate interpretation of the first movement of Piano Sonata in C K. What was lack ing in the phrasing and rather too harsh a touch was made up for by confidence. Enth usiastic applause was give n to K. Allen and O. J ackson who played the Menuet from a Clarinet Duet by Viotti. The piece proved to be a little beyond them but they were determined to fin ish it and kept calm even when they missed many of the notes.

The phrasing and style were su ited to the baroque music and there was good communication between the players. Brandt at the piano. The lack of phrasing a nd good intonation was probably the result of nerves in playing such a difficult piece. Congratulations go to Anthony Evans-P ughe and Jeremy Avis who need a special mention for their leadersh ip of the house's music in giving such an enjoyable concert.

A well-fi lled Old Synagogue was warmly welcomed by Mr. Craik and enjoyed a varied programme of solos and ensembles. The programme was opened by a performance of the familiar sounds of Purcell's Rondeau Abdelazar by Robert Wilson and David Knight violins. Other Baroque pieces included the first movement of Albinoni's oboe concerto, most competently negotiated by Peter Apps, two movements from a Bach flute sonata, played by John Tegner a nd neatly accompanied by Julian Cridge. Stephen Matthews piano and Paul Wenley bassoon.

If there was a certain lack of balance th is was definitely compensated for by a good sense of style and proportion and was a most interesting item. There was a lso a sensitive performance of de Senneville's Ballade pour Adelaine by Mark Majurey piano , and a ro bust a nd imaginat ive performance of Mendelsso hn's It is enough by Joe Wrench. T hese two were then featured in a slightl y untid y trumpet d uet. T he las t three items were o f a lighter na tu re.

Craik gave us his Ow n pot-po urri o f melod ies in [I 'S Cock rail lim e Again a nd there was th en a ve ry spirited conclusio n by the M. There was ve ry good ensemble, capa ble intonat ion and a considerable degree of verve, to produce a very enjoyab le performance. They were most ably directed by Joe Wrenc h. Thanks must go to Mr. Barry Rose for tra ining the singe rs , M r. Bill McCo nnell a nd particu larly Mr. Stephen Ma tt hews , who acco mpan ied fi ve o r the item s. In Wes tern Ch ristendom , the mon th of November has long been the time when the Saints a nd the Departed are specia ll y re membered.

Because of the arm istice date in World War I , there has in man y cou ntri es now been add ed in November a furth er time for remembrance of those who di ed in wa r. Wh y d o we remember? Why sho uld we remember? We need to combine the thankful reme mb rance of those whose li ves were cut short by agg ression agai nst our way of life with a reflect io n o n the pat hos a nd tragedy wh ich wars innict o n so ma ny indiv iduals and communities. It is a ll to th e good, in other wo rds, th at patriotism of th e j ingoistic so rt shou ld have no part in these occas io ns, and that war in a ll its a mbi valence shou ld be presented as a costl y weapon of last resort.

For it is a n inexorable law that the things we va lue must in the end have their price. T he nobil ity o f dyi ng fo r a great cause in which yo u believe lies in sta rk contrast to the chaotic slaughter which wa r unleashes. The a nthology o ffered to a n app reciat ive a ud ience in the Chapter Ho use o n 8th November brought o ut in a ba lanced way th e di fferent themes which the wag ing of war brings to mind.

Sorrow, resigna ti on, faith, confidence, futilit y, hope - a ll we re to be fo und , fo r who can say th at one theme rath er than another is to be preferred? Finn K. We a re g ra teful to Mr. Allen, Mr. Rose , Mr. Flood and th e C hape l Choir for th is a nth ology, an d ho pe that o n the next occas io n th e awkward acoustics of the C ha pter House will not be exacerbated by a cathedra l chime which did not kn ow when to stop. I remember a small boy sitting on a wall in a school yard. A boy with crumpled socks about his ankles and scuffed shoes with laces undone.

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A boy who had not combed his hair for several days. A boy with an untiable tie, with a soiled shirt, a torn jacket, and a cap which was dusty and worn-out due to frequent frisbee practice. A boy that was a menace. A boy that was me. I am standing in front of the boy but he cannot sec me. I am talking to the boy but he cannot hear me. I am guiding the boy but he cannot sense me. I am the boy but he does not know me.

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Will he be guided by my 'I wish I could have' reminiscences? As I look at him I am seeing a person unsoiled by stupidity and by society. I remember a school sports field and an open goal. I remember a boy with laces flying, hurtling towards a goalie who was still sitting making daisy-chains. I remember a look of astonishment from a games master and then I remember a pain in my chest. An unexpected dip in the ground the cause of embarrassment and shame, and, later regret.

The boy looks up from his perch on the wall at a bird which swoops across the grey sky, a black sign. Perhaps the boy is feeling already that feeling of degradation which he is bound to feel. I remember a classroom in July. A boy sitting ncar the open window watching the rolling fields and the colourful hills of the concrete playground. A teacher repeating a question three times to the tillers of almost brutal classmates. I remember the harsh words of the mother-figure and the aching wrist from hours of writing lines. Worst of alii remember the sense of inferiority.

This was only the beginning of the countless honrs spent paying for minutes of mindless, gratuitous tomfoolery. The feeling of happiness at a well-delivered joke was sullied too often by the pain of going too far and finding the laughs giving way to sneers. The boy looks up again, worried, questioning. Is he thinking of his future? Can he foresee the pain of being torn from his family to board at a harsh and oppressive prep-school? I remember our new 'parents'.

Fat and thin. Short and tall. Unkind and more unkind. J 'Decline this. The rules he will break? The friends thaI he will fail to make? The misunderstandings and the homesickness? The unhappiness and the regret? The boy's head is hung, pressed hard againsl his chest. His face is drawn. His eyes reflect anxiety. Again he looks lip. Across the rooftops a dense mass of fog is sweeping in, swirling above the chimneys and enveloping them one by one, like the shining possibilities of his life.

The fog moves on, an anonymous, forceful presence. The fog might remind the boy of the torture he musl endure before the end of his childhood. But he is too innocent, too blind to control himself in any way. His future is far away. Why docs he need to think about anything other than the cosy life he has now? The pain and the mistakes arc for me to deal with. He is not to be sullied by the future. He is only a happy memory.

I remember. I remember; shame, degradation, misunderstanding, failure, sadness. Too many people will not like this inoffensive little boy. He will nol understand what makes him do the Ihings he docs. He will suffer again and again. Like falling dominoes incidents will lead to further and worse incidents. Evenlually Ihe boy will become disillusioned and untrusting. Docs Ihis boy have to become me? I come closer to him. He almost looks at me and for a moment hc seems to sec and recognise mc; but his head droops again.

I move to him and shake his hand, but he cannot feel Ihe reassurance except in Ihe depths of his subconscions. He cannot hear me as I speak "I am you. You arc me. We arc us. As I walk away he gets up from Ihe wall and slouches off to the lights which shine in front of him Ihrough the darkness. I move away as well, leaving behind me a string of extinguished lighls. But she wouldn't listen. She never does. Now, what time is it? Big hand on f,ve, little hand on seven. Quarter past? It's near the middle so musl be near half past and quarter past is near there, I think.

Mummy sometimes invites lots of people for supper at our house. They shouldn't be allowed 10 eat Mummy's food because they can make their own and I'm hungry. Mummy is walking in front of me. Help, I m failing. Help, help, help. My longue, it hurts. There's a funny taste. Mummy calling Daddy. The funny tasting sluff is everywhere. It s all red. I'm high off the ground, bul It hurts, II hurts.

I II close my eyes, then il won'l hurl. It's dark like my room but it still hurls. Open my eyes. I'm in Daddy's big red car. Where's Mummy? I want Mummy. It hurls. I want Mum? There's Mummy. The big red car is moving. My hand. It s red. My tongue slill hurts, hurts. On Mummy's lap. We've stopped. Mummy's carrying me like Daddy does. It hu! BIg hO! I m off the ground, up, up. There's anolher big funny coloured Daddy. He s co! It hurts. He's taking me.

Mummy, Mummy.