I see, I see,

And then he measured off the distances,

And worked them out by double-rule-of-three.
Where is he now?

But there it was he heard the scream, and so
He'll stay there till he works the problem out.

St. § Do call him now.

Ma.

Call Socrates? Not I,

* Ar. Nub. 154. ὦ Ζεῦ βασιλεῦ, τῆς λεπτότητος τῶν φρένων.

† Id. 150.

εἶτα τὴν ψύλλαν λαβὼν ἐνέβαψεν εἰς τὸν κῆρον αὐτῆς τὼ πόδε, ταύτας ὑπολύσας ἀνεμέτρει τὸ χωρίον.

cf. Quart. Rev., No. cxi. p. 53.

Ar. Nub. 217.

§ Id. 221.

Μα,

St.

φέρε, τίς γὰρ οὗτος οὑπὶ τῆς κρεμάθρας ἀνήρ ; αὐτὸς μὲν οὖν σὺ κάλεσον· οὐ γάρ μοι σχολή. ὦ Σώκρατες, ὦ Σωκρατίδιον.

This angle twenty-no, not twenty, was it? No.

There's some mistake here.

St. Strepsiades, my name is; I have brought

My son to school.

So.

And I'll be down.

Then stay a moment, pray,

Welcome, Strepsiades,

To this our modern school, you'll find it perfect.

St. What were you doing in that basket, Socrates? So. Working a problem.

I let myself down from the ceiling here,

To know if all was right beneath, when lo,

I heard a scream, and in a cubicle,

So monstrous an offence I never knew;

The habits of the old academy

Are better'd here, and it's a dire offence

For e'en a mouse to squeak, much less a boy,
Within our hallowed cubicles.

But come and see our system now, and hear

So.

Yes, there's one

*There they are.

There, coming down

To every dozen boys to keep them neat.
St. Oh, I should like to see them.
So.

St. Where, where, I cannot see.
So.

The staircase all together, Hush, they'll sing:

CHORUS.

Hail, best of fathers, hail!

Thou art right to bring thy son
Hither to our Model School,

Never will we let him run

About the fields in dirty weather,
Or burn his face brown in the sun;
Never shall he make a noise,
As at some schools do the boys,
When they scamper out together;
But we will bring him up to rule,
And teach him always spruce to be,
And he shall find a mother's care,

To brush his clothes and comb his hair.

Hail, best of fathers, hail to thee!

Come look at us, we challenge all the world to make inspection,
There's not a point about us that will better by correction;
For we are model matrons, sage and steady, slow and sure,
Into-every-hole-and-corner-poking-curious-and-demure.
With our dresses all alike so neat, and caps made all to order,
And worn by regulation, not a ribbon in the border.
And come upon us when you will, you'll find us in our places,
With nothing wrong about our dress, an aged troop of Graces;
For everything is done by rule among us day by day,
Before you speak a word, you know exactly what you'll say.
We sleep by method, and the cock, that ushers in the morning,
Has rules and laws exact revised, by which to give his warning,
For he knows he's not a vagrant bird, but in a model school,
Where everything is known by rote, and done by line and rule.

* Nub. 316.

Σω. βλέπε νυν δευρὶ πρὸς τὴν Πάρνηθ ̓ ἤδη γὰρ ὁρῶ κατιούσας ἡσυχῆ αὐτὰς

Στο

Σω.

Στο

ὡς οὐ καθορῶ.

φέρε, που; δεῖξον.

χωροῦσ ̓ αὗται πάνυ πολλαὶ. τί το χρῆμα ;

Go my boy and take your sport,
School is over, you may play,

But mind in running through the court
That it is a dusty day.

And when the wind with violence blows

It may chance to dirt your clothes :

And I warn you mind your cap,

For I really cannot bear,
Should it fall by some mishap,

To think what would befall your hair.

Oh, you naughty boy, come here !

Look, there is a speck of dirt

On your collar, I declare;

And another on your shirt,

And that stocking

Is quite shocking,

And your parting is not straight;

You want some stitches

In your breeches,

Was ever boy in such a state?
Now, sir, go up stairs and learn

Off by heart our 18th rule.
Oh! it gives me such a turn,

Such a boy, in such a school.

I think it would pay us to make proclamation,

And send round a bellman, to cry through the nation

Our system and customs, that parents may know
A good school for their sons who are ready to go.
And I feel very sanguine they'd take our advice,
For who that professes to be the least wise
Would send a young child to that hot-bed of vice ;
The old-fashioned Academia, I mean,

Where the boys are immodest, and not over clean,
And run about wild like barbarous creatures,

Untidy in dress, and unhandsome in features.

But how can they help themselves? he must be stultus,

Who expects to see any ingenuus vultus,

Or orderly habits and fondness for vowp

Where they don't care to teach an ingenuus pudor.
Just fancy a chamber with beds ranged along,

Some thirty or forty, unless I am wrong,

So close that, without much exertion of labour,

Each boy when in bed can shake hands with his neighbour;

But here we are cautious; our system professess
That no one should see while another undresses.
So each has a box that he sleeps in alone,

His cubicle call'd, which is strictly his own,

And the penalty's great for a boy who shall venture
Another boy's cubicle ever to enter.

Then at play, and in school, in the court, and the street,

Our boys must be always excessively neat ;

Not even at play does anyone dare

To get dust on his clothes, or to ruffle his hair;
And no one among them survives the disgrace
That falls on his head for a smut on his face :
And never was seen in our school such a thing,
As a shoe down at heel or one wanting a string.

But in everything here our place is the same,
There's no one the boy fears so much as his Dame;

So "A Father" may send his boy fresh from the nursery,

If he'd taken a glance at us ever so cursory.

The learned professor regrets that his duties as suppressor of obnoxious systems in schools and correspondent of county papers, have, as yet, prevented him from collating the rest of this MS, but he congratulates himself on the perfect state of the Parabasis.

ELECTRO-BIOLOGY AND MESMERISM.

E. M. C.

THERE are few discoveries, perhaps, of late years, which have created more discussion, and difference of opinion, than those relating to electro-biology and mesmerism. And this in a great measure was owing to the entire novelty of these discoveries, and the absence of any thing which could satisfactorily explain their phenomena; from which last cause arise the numberless errors into which even scientific men have fallen in their speculations concerning them. Although it may seem that an account of such a thing as electro-biology is too scientific, and quite out of place in a publication carried on at a school, and the readers of which must be almost exclusively boys, to whom such subjects are not in general interesting, yet a few at least it may interest to know what theories have been suggested in explanation of these phenomena, and which of them has seemed the most rational and probable to distinguished scientific men.

It appears that the art of producing the mesmeric sleep was known for some years before electro-biology, but only a vague knowledge of it was obtained, and the difficulties attending the