In Form I (grades 1-3), composition is
almost all oral and is so intertwined with history, geography and
science that it hardly even comes up as a special subject, except as it
relates to Tales. Teachers waste a lot of effort implementing careful,
methodical programs to teach composition. They go through drills and
exercises to teach young children how to form a sentence, but their
work is unnecessary, or even damaging. It makes as much sense as
putting a child through a curriculum of detailed exercises to teach him
the steps in chewing food or extracting nutrition from bread! Their
effort is well-intentioned--they want to do everything they can to help
children. But, too often, they take on themselves what children can do
very efficiently for themselves. One of these things is composition:
expressing their thoughts, the art of 'telling' that is best
exemplified by great writers like Sir Walter Scott or Homer. It begins
with toddlers as young as two or three who babble constantly to each
other, and have lots to say, although adults, including their own
mother, can't understand. But by age six, they can express themselves
fluently. The mother who attempts to write down their re-telling of
'Hansel and Gretel' or 'The Little Match Girl' or a Bible story will
fill lots of pages before the story ends! And the story's details will
be accurate, with surprisingly lively expression, compelling and
confident. There aren't many adults who could tell one of Aesop's
Fables with the crisp clarity that children are capable of.
Children's narrations aren't disjointed, either. They narrate in the
same order as their text assignments, continuing to tell back each
chapter week by week from whatever book they're reading, whether it's
Mrs. Gatty's Parables From Nature, fairy tales by Grimm or Andersen
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or Pilgrim's Progress, starting at the same point where they left off.
Their knowledge is never sketchy. They know the answers to questions
like, 'What happened at the meeting of Ulysses and Telemachus?' or
'What happened at the meeting of Jason and Hera?' or 'Tell about
Christian and Hopeful meeting with Giant Despair,' or, "Tell about the
Shining Ones.'
Children are in Form IA (about grades 2 and 3) at ages 7-9. They read
about more varied things, and they have more composition [
referring to oral narration]. In
their exams [which are oral], they tell about Jesus feeding the Four
Thousand, about building the Tabernacle, How Doubting Castle was
destroyed, about how St. Paul's cathedral burned down, why we know that
the world is round, and lots of other things. All of the reading they
do lends itself well to narration, and the ability to narrate like this
is something they're born with, not something they learned from school.
There are a couple of things to keep in mind. Children in Form IB
(first grade) need a lot of material read aloud, increasing
incrementally in difficulty. They don't need to have their faculties
developed from scratch, since they were born with the power they need.
But they do need a little time to learn how to use their power of
concentrating their attention and narrating. So young children should
probably be allowed to narrate a paragraph at a time. By age seven or
eight, they'll be able to tell a whole chapter at a time. Corrections
shouldn't be made during narration [but can be made afterwards!] and
narrations shouldn't be interrupted.
Children shouldn't be hassled or pressured about using proper
punctuation and capital letters when they write their narrations. Those
things will take care of themselves if the child reads a lot, and too
many coaxings to use correct punctuation usually results in the
over-use of commas. While children don't need to be forbidden from
reading well-intentioned second-rate books, such books should never be
used for school lessons. Right from the start, children should get into
the habit of reading good literature, and they should absorb what they
will from it themselves, in their own way, whether it's a lot or a
little. Since every writer's goal is to explain himself in his own
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book, the child and the author need to be trusted alone together,
without a middle-man telling the child what the book said or what to
think about it. Whatever the author chose not to say must be left out
for the time being. Explanations won't really help the child. Defining
words and phrases will spoil the story and shouldn't be done unless the
child asks, 'What does that mean?' and then another student [
if it's a classroom] will probably
tell him.
In Form II (grades 4-6), students have more variety in their reading,
more new ideas to think about, and lots more subjects for composition.
They can write short essays themselves, and with accurate knowledge and
clear expression that makes one stand in wonder. They can describe
their favorite scene from The Tempest or Woodstock. They can write or
tell stories based on Plutarch or Shakespeare, or current events. They
narrate from history, the Bible, Stories from the History of Rome, from
Bulfinch's Age of Fable, poetry like that of Oliver Goldsmith or
Wordsworth, or The Heroes of Asgard. In fact, composition isn't a
separate subject in addition to everything else, it's an integral part
of every other subject. Narrating is something the children enjoy. I
guess we all like to tell what we know. Their narrations are artless in
the sense of being totally sincere. In fact, the more artless their
narrations are, the more artistic the results are. Any child can
produce his own style that's enviable for its liveliness and polish.
But, I repeat, there must not be any effort to 'teach' composition. Our
mistake as teachers is that we underestimate the intellectual ability
of our students. And, since children are so humble, they will sit back
and let their teacher do for them what they think they can't do for
themselves if she volunteers. But give them the opportunity, and do
them no favors, and they'll have no problem describing their favorite
scene from a play they've read, or anything else.
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In Forms III and IV (grades 7-9), composition is still the natural
narrations of a free use of carefully scheduled books and still
requires no specific attention until the student is old enough to
become interested on his own in analyzing and using words. Children
enjoy the cadence of poetry as much as adults, and many can write
poetry as easily as prose. The exercise of making their narration
concise and weighty enough for verse is a great mental challenge. But
keep in mind that, although rhythm and accent can be learned by merely
reading poetry, knowledge of metrical patterns needs to be learned if
one is going to write poetry. At this age, the term's reading, current
events, and the passing of the seasons provide lots of subjects for
short essays, or for poems, which can be more abstract in Form IV
(grade 8 or 9). Just remember that whatever subject the child writes
about should be, as Jane Austen put it, something that has 'warmed' his
imagination. They should only be asked to write about subjects that
have keenly interested them. Then, during term exams, they can answer
questions like, 'write twelve lines about Sir Henry Lee, or Cordelia,
or Pericles, or Livingstone,' or perhaps a question about the early
days of the current war [
WWI],
such as, 'Discuss Lord Derby's Scheme. How is it working?' Students in
Form IV (grade 8/9) might write an essay about, 'the new army still
developing, showing what some of the challenges have been and what it
has accomplished.'
Forms V and VI (grades 10-12) should have a little teaching about
writing compositions, but not too much. Too much teaching might
encourage a pretentious, artificial style that might encumber them for
the rest of their lives. Maybe the methods that University tutors use
is the best one. What they do is,
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they take one or two points from a composition and talk about
corrections or suggestions. Since students have read so much great
literature from skilled authors, they will have picked up a certain
amount of style. Since they've been exposed to so many great minds in
books, they'll be less likely to copy a single author. Instead, they'll
be more likely to find their own individual style from the wealth of
voices they've been reading. And since they've received all kinds of
interesting ideas from their lessons, they'll have important things to
write about and won't be unnecessarily wordy without having something
to say. Here's an example of a term's assignments for Form V: A concise
summary of a book, a letter to the editor about some current event,
subject taken from the term's reading, notes from a picture study,
dialogs between characters from the term's reading, poetic ballads
about current events. Form VI's assignments might also include essays
on current events and issues, and a patriotic play. Here are some
assignments from another term: A praise song, either rhyming or blank
verse, about the Prince of Wales' tour of British-occupied regions, an
essay dated 10 years in the future about the League of Nation's
accomplishments. Form V might write a sad poetic ballad about
conditions in Ireland, a poem about the King's garden party with his
Vice Chancellors, an essay about the current condition of England, or
US President Wilson.
The students' response to these assignments is very encouraging and fun
to read. Their work has literary, or even poetic value, but the fact
that they can write well isn't the most important accomplishment. Even
more importantly, they can read, appreciating every nuance of the
author's thoughts. They can consider current events and political
concerns with educated minds. In other words, their education is
relevant to the issues and interests of the real world they live in,
and they are making real progress in becoming broad-minded citizens
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and future leaders. Here are some samples of student work from various
aged children. These are from exam papers and have not been corrected.
Form IIA (grade 5 or 6)
Armistice Day
Soldiers dying, soldiers dead,
Bullets whizzing overhead.
British soldiers stand nearby
Waiting for their time to die.
Soon the lull of gunfire comes
No sound but the roll of drums.
Now the last shell crashes down,
A soldier reels in pain.
Too late the good news comes for him,
He never moves again.
He's the Unknown Soldier,
A man without a name.
Two years later, home he comes
To those who loved him well.
Who is the Unknown Soldier?
No lips the tale can tell.
His tomb is in the Abbey,
Where the souls of heroes dwell.
A nation's sorrow and its tears
Go with the nameless man.
Who can know this soldier's name?
We know that no one can.
So let our sorrow turn to joy
On the grave of the unknown man.
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Form III (grade 7)
The student was asked to write a poem in blank verse about one of the
following: (a), Scylla and Charybdis; (b), The White Lady of Avenel;
(c), The Prince of Wales' trip to India.
The White Lady of Avenel
The sun had set and it would soon be night
The hills looked black against the sky at twilight.
A sliver of a crescent moon shone dimly
On a group of pine trees on the hill,
Making the river look silver.
Now everything was quiet. Not one sound disturbed
The summer night, and not even a whisper of wind
Stirred the pine trees. Everything in nature slept peacefully.
But what is that, standing in the shade?
It's a woman, tall and thin, wearing all white,
With a misty crown on her long hair,
And every now and then, she sighed,
Leaning against the rugged mountain rock,
As vague as a moonbeam or a wisp of smoke.
Over her shimmering, moonlit robe she wore
A gold girdle intervowen with
The fortune of the Avenel family.
A cloud crossed and covered the moon. The woman, ghostlike,
Faded and disappeared into thin air.
A breeze began blowing the tall pine trees;
And then a river, murmuring as it flowed on its way
Whispered a sad lament in the night.
Form III (grade 7)
Write a poem in Ballad Metre about Armistice Day or Echo.
Armistice Day, or, This Unknown Warrior
Within the ancient Abbey's sacred pyle,
Which proudly guards the noblest of our dead.
Where kings and statesmen lie in every aisle,
And honoured poets, soldiers, priests are laid;
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Behold a stranger comes. From whence is he?
Is he of noble birth? Of rank or fame?
Was he as great as any whom we see
Around, who worked to make themselves a name?
Surely he is a prince. Nay, e'en a king?
For see the waiting thousands gathered here;
And hear the streets of ancient London ring
To the slow tramp of men who guard his bier!
And, surely it's the King himself who comes
As chiefest mourner on this solemn day,
And these who walk behind him are his sons--
All here to mourn this man. Who is he? Say!
How long the ranks of men who follow him
To his last resting-place--the House of God.
Our bishops, soldiers, statemen all are here,
Gathered to lay him in his native sod.
You ask 'Is he a prince?' I answer, 'No.'
Though none could be interred with greater state!
This man went forth to guard us from a foe,
Which threatened this our land--He did his work!
He raised the flag of Liberty on high
And challenging the powers of Wrong and Might
He gave up all he had without a sigh
And died for the good cause of God and Right.
The students also show some sense of humor:
Form III (grade 7)
Write a poem in Ballad Metre about Echo.
Echo
Jupiter once left his wife alone
To fiirt with some nymphs in the wood
But Juno his wife suspected him
And followed as fast as she could.
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Now, Echo, a nymph, knew that Juno was there
And the nymphs would soon be found out,
And so she kept Juno away from the wood
For if they had gone she did doubt.
But Juno knew all, and her anger was great
And Echo this dreadful thing heard:
'Since you are so fond of talking so much,
You always shall have the last word!'
Now Echo went far from the dwellings of men
And spent her sad days all alone
And often she'd weep and think of the past
And her sad fate would make her moan.
Echo loved a Greek youth, but he did not love her.
And she watched him all day from her bower
Till she pined away, all but her voice, which lives still,
And the youth was turned into a flower.
Form III (grade 7)
Write some verses about (a) Dandie Dinmont, or, (b) Atalanta, or, (c)
Allenby.
Atlanta was a huntress,
Who really loved to race,
She outran deer in swiftness
And had a lovely face.
Lots of suitors sought her,
But they wooed in vain,
For she vowed to stay single
And all her beaus were slained.
For she had heard the warning
From a witch who knew her art
Who told her if she married
All joy would leave her heart.
But a youth favored by Venus
Came one day to run to run the race,
and by throwing golden apples,
He beat her in the chase.
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But while they shared their gladness
Venus they failed to thank.
She, being so offended,
lowered them to animal rank.
Form III (grade 7)
Phaëton was a stubborn youth who always got his way.
He asked to drive his father's horse upon a fateful day.
But Phoebus knew quite well what danger lurked up in the sky;
He begged of him to wish again for something else to try,
But Phaëton had decided he was going to have his way,
He leaped into the chariot despite his father's sway.
The horses started forward at a dashing breakneck pace,
Phaëton tried to hold them back and make them slow their race.
With dreadful swiftness on he flew, and lost his proper road,
The earth and sky began to smoke in an alarming mode.
At last when all had burst in flames, Jupiter cried aloud,
Phaëton who had lost his wits was killed beneath a cloud.
Form IV (grade 8 or 9)
Write thirty lines of blank verse about (a), 'A Spring Morning'
(following 'A Winter Morning Walk'), or, (b), Pegasus, or, (c), Allenby.
A Spring Morning
It's Spring; and now the birds with merry song
Sing with full-throated voice to the blue sky
On which small clouds float, soft as a dove's wing.
Against the blue the pale-green leaflet gleams.
The darker green of elder, further down,
Sets off the brilliance of the hawthorn-hedge.
Close to the ground, the purple violet peeps
From out its nest of overhanging leaves.
On yonder bank the daffodils toss their heads
Under the shady lichen trees so tall.
Close by a chestnut, bursting into leaf,
Drops down its sticky calyx on the ground;
An early bumble-bee dives headlong in
To a half-opened flower of early pear.
O'erhead, in the tail beech trees, busy rooks,
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With great caw-caws and many angry squawks
Build their great clumsy nests with bits of twig
And little sticks just laid upon a bough.
And by the long, straight, path tall fir trees wave
Their graceful heads in the soft whisp'ring breeze
And pressed against one ruddy trunk, an owl
In vain tries to avoid the light of day,
But blinks his wise old eyes, and shakes himself,
And nestles close amid the sheltering leaves.
Now on the rhubarb-bed we see, glad sight,
Large red buttons, which promise fruit quite soon
And further down the lettuce shoots up pale
Next to a row of parsley, getting old.
But see the peas, their curly tendrils green
Clinging to their stout pea-sticks for support.
Form IV (grade 8 or 9)
A Spring Morning
Soft on the brown woods
A pale light gleams,
And slowly spreading seems
To change the brown wood to a land of dreams,
Where beneath the trees
The great god Pan,
Does pipe, half goat, half man,
To satyrs dancing in the dawning wan.
And then comes Phoebus,
The visions fade
And down the dewy glade
The rabbits scuttle o'er the rings they made.
In the fields near-by
The cattle rise
And where the river lies
A white mist rises to the welcoming skies.
Where the downs arise
And blue sky crowns
Their heads, fast o'er the mounds
The mist is driv'n to where the ocean sounds.
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White wings against blue sky,
Gulls from the cliffs rise,
Watching, with eyes
That see from shore to where the sky line lies,
Where blue sea fades in bluer skies
Soft, doth the tide creep
O'er the golden sands
With sea-weed strands
Which, maybe, knew the dawn of other lands.
Form IV (grade 8 or 9)
Write thirty lines of blank verse on 'Pegasus.'
The sky was blue and flecked with tiny clouds
Like sheep they ran before the driving wind
The sun was setting like a big red rose
The clouds that flew by him like rose-buds were
And as I gazed I saw a little cloud
White as the flower that rises in the spring
Come nearer, nearer, nearer as I looked
And as it came it took a different shape
It seemed to turn into a fairy steed.
White as the foam that rides the roaring waves
Still it flew on until it reached the earth
And galloping full lightly came to me
And then I saw it was a wondrous thing
It leapt about the grass and gently neighed
I heard its voice sound like a crystal flute
'Oh come' he said 'with me ascend the sky
Above the trees, above the hills we'll soar
Until we reach the home of all the gods
There will we stay and feast awhile with them
And dance with Juno and her maidens fair
And hear dear Orpheus and the pipes of Pan
And wander, wander, wander up above.'
'Oh fairy steed, oh angel steed,' I said,
'Horse fit for Jupiter himself to ride,
What is your name? I pray thee, tell me this.'
Then came the magic voice of him again,
'If you will know my name then come with me.'
'Yet tell me first,' I hesitating said.
He told me, and when I had heard the name
I leapt upon his back and flew with him.
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Form V (grade 10)
Write a poem in the same metre as Pope's 'Essay on Man,' on the meeting
of the League of Nations.
From each proud kingdom and each petty state
The statesmen meet together to debate
Upon the happy time when wars shall cease
And joy shall reign, and universal peace.
No more shall day with radiance cruelly bright
Glare down upon the carnage of the fight.
No more shall night's dark cloak be rent aside
By flashing shells and searchlight's stealthy glide
No more shall weary watchers wait at home
With straining eyes for those that cannot come
The nations shall forget their strife and greed
The strong shall help the weak in time of need
May they succeed in every peaceful plan
If war can cease as long as man is man.
Form V (grade 10)
Gather up the impressions you have received from reading Tennyson's
poems, and write a poem in blank verse.
Take up a volume of the poet's works,
Read on, lay it aside, and take your pen,
Endeavour in a few, poor, worthless lines
To give expression of your sentiments. . . .
Surely this man loved all the joys of life,
Saw beauty in the smallest and the least,
Put plainer things that hitherto were dim,
And lit a candle in the darkest room.
His thoughts, now sad, now gay, may surely be
The solace sweet for many a weary hour,
His words, drunk deeply, seem to live and burn
Clear, radiant, gleaming from the printed page,
Nature to him was dear and so has made
Her wiles for other men a treasure vast.
Old Books, his master mind could comprehend
Are shown to us as pictures to a child,
Read on and when the volume's put away,
Muse on the learnings thou hast found therein;
The time thus spent thou never will repent,
For love of good things all should seek and find.
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Form V (grade 10)
A Lullaby Song
The little waves are sighing on the shore,
And the little breezes sobbing in the trees;
But the little stars are shining,
In the sky's blue velvet lining,
And Lady Sleep is tapping at the door.
The little gulls are flying home to shore,
And the little lights are flashing from the ships,
But close your eyes, my sweet,
And be ready then to greet
Dear Lady Sleep who's tapping at the door.
The wind is rising all around the shore,
And the fishing boats speed home before the gale;
But hark not to the rain
That is lashing on the pane,
For Lady Sleep has entered by the door.
The storm has sunk the ships and swept the shore,
But there's weeping in the town and on the quay,
But, sweet, you're dreaming fast
Even though the dawn be past,
And Lady Sleep has gone, and closed the door.
Form VI (grade 11 or 12)
Write a letter in the style of Gray about any modern subject.
Mr. Gray to Mr. ____
At Torquay.
My dear friend ___
'Savez vous que je vous hais, que je vous detestevolci des termes un
peu
forts,' still, I think that they are justified. Imagine leaving a
friend
for two months in this place without even once picking up a pen to
write him a letter. If this neglect is due only to your low spirits, I
will for once pardon you but only on condition that you come down here
to visit me, which will at the same time strengthen your constitution.
I don't have much in the way of entertainment, but I think that the
scenery will make the journey worthwhile, not to speak of getting to
see me. You will also be able to study
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many 'venerable vegetables' which are not usually found in England.
But, I'm wasting your time and my paper with these 'betises' and I know
very well what subject your mind is presently dwelling on: which of us
is
not thinking of Ireland? I
would love to hear your views on the subject. For my part it seems to
me that there can be only one true view, and it surprises me mightily
to hear so much discussion on the subject. Are we not truly a peculiar
nation who pass bills of Home Rule etc. with so much discussion and
debate, when neither of the two parties concerned will accept the
conditions that we offer them? They give one side too little freedom,
and the other too much. Accursed be the man who invented a bill which
was and will be the cause of so much trouble 'in saecula saeculorum.'
Surely we need not have any doubt as to what line of action we should
adopt, surely it has not been the habit of England to let her subjects
revolt without an attempt to quell them, surely the government will not
stand by and see its servants murdered, and the one loyal province
oppressed. But, alas, many things are possible with such a government.
Here it is said by people who have been driven from that country by
incendiaries that the Government will let things take their course till
everything is in such a condition that the Premier will rise in the
house and say, 'You see how things stand--it is no use trying to
control Ireland, let us leave it to the Seinn Feiners, and live happily
ever afterwards, free from such unprofitable cares,'
Such is the talk, but I don't believe it. We have as a nation always
muddled things, but we have muddled through and been triumphant in the
end. It is so obvious that our interests and those of Ireland coincide,
that even to contemplate separation seems incredible to me,
Thus I remain your harassed friend, etc,
Form IV (grade 11 or 12)
Gather up the impressions you have received from reading Tennyson's
poems, and write a poem in blank verse.
On Reading Tennyson's Poems.
Oh! Prophet of an era yet to come,
When men shall sing where men were wont to speak
In words which even Englishmen knew not
And when I read your songs, at once I felt
The breath of Nature that was lurking there,
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And then I knew that all your life you dwelt
Amid the changing scenes of Nature's play,
And knew the very language of the birds,
And drank the essence of the honeysuckle.
And when you were but young, I knew your thoughts,
Thy Doubts and struggles, for you gave them me;
And yet, had I been you, my thoughts would still
Have rested deep within my heart; but still
T'would be relief to pour out all my woes
In the sweet flow of sympathetic verse.
Your epithets produce a vivid scene
Of knights in armour or of maiden fair,
And yet, I think, the fairness of her face
Does sometimes cover many a fault below.
But to your genius and your work for ever
Is owed a debt of thankfulness that we
No longer tread the paths of level Pope
Or read those words that are not English-born.
Form V (grade 10)
The Clouds
Among the spirits of the nearer air
There are three children of the sun and sea--
The genie of the clouds; it is their care
To give the ocean's bounty to the earth:
Oft they retain it in a time of dearth,
But they give all, however much it be.
The youngest of the three is very fair;
She is a maiden beautiful and sweet,
Of ever varying mood, changeful as air.
Now, plunged in merriment, she takes delight
In all she sees, now tears obscure her sight;
A breeze-swept lake shows not a change more fleet.
The fleecy clouds of April own her sway--
They, golden, lie against the golden sun,
Or sport across the blue when she is gay;
But when, anon, her girlish passions rise,
She marshalls them across the sunny skies
To flood the earth, then stops ere half begun.
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Her elder brother is of different mien.
The clouds he governs are of different mould;
When the earth pants for moisture he is seen
To spread his clouds across the filmy blue.
When his rain falls, it steady is and true;
Persistent, gentle, ceaseless, yet not cold.
From the grey bowl with which he caps the earth,
It sweetly falls with earth-renewing force.
Not April's rapid change from grief to mirth
Excites its fall, but calm, determined thought
Of middle age, of deeds from judgment wrought;
He recks not blame, but still pursues his course,
Aged, yet of awesome beauty is the third,
Of flashing eye and sullen, scornful brow--
With an imperious hand she guides her herd
Of wild, tempestuous mood; quick roused to ire
Is she, slow to forgive, of vengeance dire;
Before her awful glance the tree-tops bow.
And when enraged, she stretches forth a hand--
A long, thin hand to North, South, East and West,
And draws from thence clouds num'rous as the sand;
They crowd on the horizon, and blot out
The sun's fair light; then, like a giant's shout,
The thunder booms at her dread spear's behest.
(No age given)
Write a scene between Mr. Woodhouse, if he lived in our times, and his
neighbor.
Scene: Mr. Woodhouse's private study.
People in the study: Owner of study (Mr. Woodhouse), and Miss Syms, a
very modern young lady.
Mr. Woodhouse--'Oh, good afternoon Miss Syms, I am delighted to see
you. My, how dark it is. One might almost think it were evening, if the
clock on the opposite wall did not directly oppose the fact.'
Miss S.--'Oh, I don't know, it's not so bad out. I'm awfully sorry to
drop in like this, but I came to ask about Miss Woodhouse's cold. Is
she better?'
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Mr. W.--'How thoughtful of you! No, I am afraid dear Emma is still
sick. It is so challenging to have an invalid in the house, it makes me
miserable when I think of my poor daughter having to stay home all
alone, in bed. But really, that is just about the best place to be in
this dreadful weather. Have you really been out taking a walk?'
Miss S.--'Yes, why shouldn't I? It's the best way to get warm.'
Mr. W.--'If the liberty might be allowed me, (dryly) I should say, that
it was the best way to get a feverish cold, besides making oneself
thoroughly miserable; and the ground is so damp under foot!'
Miss S.--'Oh. it hasn't been raining much lately. I only got caught in
a little shower, (visible start from Mr. W.). (coyly,) Excuse me, but
is that a box of cigarettes up there on the mantlepiece?'
Mr. W.--'Cigarettes? Oh, no! I couldn't think of keeping them near the
house. I never smoke. It irritates my throat, which is naturally weak.'
Miss S.--'But don't your visitors ever take the liberty of enjoying
something of the sort? And what about Miss Woodhouse?'
Mr. W.--(horrified,) 'Dear Emma, smoke a cigarette!! Why, I never heard
of such a thing. What would she say if I told her? Dear Emma smoke? No,
no, certainly not'.
Miss S.--(laughing,) 'Oh, I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.
How do you think the old Johnnies in Ireland are behaving themselves?'
Mr. W.--(coldly.) 'I beg your pardon?'
Miss S.--(sweetly,) 'I said, how do you think matters are looking in
Ireland?'
Mr. W.--'I am sorry, I think I could not have heard aright
before.--Matters in Ireland, yes. Oh, I think the Irish rebels are
positively awful. To think of them breaking into houses, and turning
the poor inhabitants out into the cold streets, (where they will
probably nearly die of cold), it is too dreadful!'
Miss S.--'Oh, I know they are rather brutes sometimes. But in a way I
almost sympathize with them. I wouldn't like to have to knuckle under
to the English (catching sight of Mr. W.'s expression of horror and
pained surprise.) I really think I'd better get a move on. Please don't
look at me like that! I really don't mean half of what I say. I must be
running!'
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Mr. W.--'Good afternoon Miss Syms, it was so kind of you to come.
(aside) Oh, how insensitive of dear Emma to have a cold, if it means
visitors like this every hour. (aloud) Good afternoon, can you find
your way out? I really shall catch cold if I move out of this room.'
Form V (grade 10)
Write a poem about 'Spring' in the same metre as 'Allegro.'
Spring
Begone! for a short space
You whistling winds, and fogs, and snowy clouds,
And frosts that with fair lace
Each window-pane in dainty pattern shrouds,
Offsprings of Winter, ye!
Begone! find out some icy arctic land.
Upon that cheerless strand
Amongst piercing ice, and chilling glaciers dwell
Such regions suit you well,
Go, cold Winter, well are we rid of thee!
Come Spring, you fairest season, come!
With the bee's enchanting hum,
And the dainty blossoms swinging
On the tree, while birds are singing.
See how they clothe the branches gray
In dress of freshest pink, all day,
Then when the dewy evening falls
They close their flowers till morning calls.
Sweet Morn! Spring leads you by the hand
And bids thee shine o'er all the land;
You send forth beams of purest gold,
To bid the daffodils unfold,
While Spring bends down with her fresh lips
To kiss the daisy's petal tips.
And as she walks o'er the green sward
A cheerful mavis, perfect bard
Breaks into song; his thrilling notes
Are echoed from a hundred throats
Of eager birds, who love to sing
To their sweet mistress, fairest Spring.
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Then as she sits on mossy throne
A scarlet ladybug, alone,
Bids her good welcome; and above
Is heard the cooing of the dove.
Two butterflies in russet clad
Fly round her head with flutt'rings glad;
While at her side a giddy fly
Buzzes his joy that she is nigh,
Oh! Spring my heart's desire shall be
That you'll forever dwell with me!
(e) Languages
English is a study of logic,
dealing with sentence structure and where words are positioned, and the
nature of those words themselves. So it's best for a child to start by
learning about what makes a sentence before he learns the individual
parts of speech. In other words, he should learn to analyze the whole
before he begins to parse the separate parts. It takes some abstract
thought for a child to grasp the concept that when we talk, we use
sentences that speak of a
thing
and say something
about that
thing (i.e., the rule that a sentence must contain a subject and verb).
All he needs to know at the beginning is that languages is composed of
sentences, and that a sentence has to make sense. It's possible to
string words together haphazardly, such as --'Tyler immediately light
switch hilarious and' -- a string of words that makes absolutely no
sense. In fact, it makes
nonsense and,
therefore, isn't a sentence. If we put words together in such a way
that they make sense, such as 'John goes to school,' it's a sentence.
Every sentence has two main parts: (1) the thing we're talking about,
and, (2) what we say about it. In our example, we were taking about
John and what we said about him is
that he
goes to school. At
this early stage, children need lots of practice to find those two
ingredients
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in simple sentences. Later, when they're familiar and comfortable with
the concept of the first part of a sentence being the thing we're
talking about, they'll be ready to learn a name for it: the
subject. For example, we might say
that the subject of a conversation was parsley. That's just another way
of saying that the thing we were talking about was parsley. To sum up
this kind of lesson, a class should learn that: Words that are put
together in such a way that they make sense, form a sentence. A
sentence has two parts: the thing we're talking about, and what we're
saying about it. The thing we're talking about is called the subject.
It won't be easy for children to grasp this kind of information because
it's so abstract, and we need to remember that this kind of knowledge
is difficult and not very user-friendly. Children's minds are
accustomed to dealing with concrete things--they have no trouble
imagining concrete details when they hear the sketchiest details of a
fairy tale. A seven year old can sing,
'I can't see fairies, but I can dream them.
No fairy can hide from me;
I won't stop dreaming until I find him.
Ah, there you are, Primrose Fairy!
I see you, Blackwing Fairy!'
But a child can't imagine and dream about parts of speech. Any silly
grown-up attempts to personify such abstract concepts offends the
little child, who, in spite of his love for play and nonsense, actually
has a serious mind. Most children can eventually grasp the concept of a
sentence consisting of words that make sense, especially if they are
allowed to spend some time playing with silly, nonsensical strings of
words that make gibberish. And, with lots of practice exercises in
which the concept of
the subject
is kept at the forefront, they can come to grasp that concept.
One more initial concept is needed before children will be ready to
deal with the abstract world of grammar in its proper
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form, as written rather than in colloquial speech. That is, they need
to be familiar with the concept of verbs. The simplest way to introduce
this is to have them create two-word sentences containing the thing
they're talking about, and what they're saying about it--sentences such
as 'Megan sings,' or 'Grandma bowls,' or 'Hayden runs.' In all of these
sentences, the child can easily spot the thing being talked about, and
what's being said about it.
But teachers already know these things and I don't have anything new or
innovative to share about teaching grammar. Still, my method benefits
grammar because the habit of paying full attention helps with grammar
as well as in every other subject. We hope that someday, grammar will
be unified so that students will no longer have the confusion of
learning separate grammars for English, Latin, and French, each with
its own terms.
Students in Form IIB (grade 4) have easy French lessons with pictures
for them to describe. Later, in Form IIA (grades 5/6), while they
continue using the Primary French Course, children start using
narration, which is as beneficial with foreign languages as it is in
English. They narrate a sentence or paragraph that's read to
them. Young children don't have any problem making their mouths
form French sounds. At this stage, the teacher should have the children
help her translate the passage that they'll be narrating. Then she
should read them the passage in French and have them narrate it. With
some practice, they become surprising good at this. The very act of
having to narrate helps them develop better proficiency with French
phrases than they'd get from memorizing those phrases by rote. Forms
IIA and IIB also learn some French songs. Students in Form IIA (grades
5/6) act out
French Fables by
Violet Partington. The use of careful reading followed by narration is
continued in each of the Forms. So Form II (grades 4-6) might have to
'describe, in French, Picture number 20,' or 'Narrate the story Esope
et le Voyageur.' In Form III (grade 7), students might also 'Read and
narrate
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Nouveaux Contes Francais by Marc Ceppi.' Form V and VI have to 'write a
resume of Le Misanthrope or L'Avare' and 'translate 'Leisure,' on page
50 of 'Modern Verse,' into French.'
We don't have enough space to thorough describe in detail the PUS's
work in French. Of course, French grammar is studied, and what House of
Education students are able to accomplish in their narrations is
remarkable. The French teacher might give a lecture about French
history or literature for perhaps thirty minutes, and then the students
are able to narrate the content without leaving much out or making many
mistakes. Mr. Household writes about what he saw in some French classes
during a short visit to the House of Education:
A French lesson was given to the second-year students by the French
teacher. She was from Tournal, and had come to Ambleside in 1915
(probably about seven years earlier) She had been teaching in England
before that, but wasn't familiar with Charlotte Mason's methods. What I
observed in her class was that she followed Miss Mason's methods
exactly. She used a high-quality literary book, one single reading, and
narration (in French, of course) immediately after the reading. The
book used was Alphonse Daudet's Lettres de Mon Moulin. The class read
the chapter about 'Le Chevre de M. Seguin.' Before the reading started,
a few (very few) words of explanation were given in French. Then nine
pages from the book were read through without stopping by the teacher.
She didn't slow her reading because of the language; she read at the
same speed one would read English. The students didn't have their own
books, so all they could do was listen. As soon as the reading was
done, without hesitating, students began narrating in French. Different
students took turns telling part of the story until they got to the
end. The narrations were all surprisingly good. All the students were
able to think and speak French with ease, yet students only spend 2
hours and 45 minutes on French every week. These kinds of results
surely warrant further investigation. I might add that last year,
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I heard a history lecture about the reign of Louis XI given by this
same teacher to a class of seniors. The lecture was narrated in the
same way, and had the same great results.'
This tool of harnessing the power to concentrate and use it in modern
and ancient languages hasn't been used before. It seems that if we
start using children's ability to focus their attention, we will soon
have a nation of children who are fluent in two or more languages.
We've had good results with Italian and German by using this same
method, both in the teaching of languages to our teachers at the House
of Education, and the training school where students teach local
children. We expect to have the same results in Latin. A classical
teacher writes,
'At the House of Education, Latin is taught by thoroughly studying
grammar, syntax and style, and then narrating. The literature selected
is easy to begin with, but increases in difficulty as the students get
more advanced. Only correct Latin is used, so the students gain a sense
of style as well as grammatical structure. When students narrate, they
often use the same phrases and style as the text being narrated. This
way, students learn what Latin really is. They experience it as it was
intended, as a living, spoken language, rather than the dry grammar of
a dead language.'
In this way, the structural grammar of foreign languages is learned in
the same way as English grammar--by hearing it spoken by people who
know what it's supposed to sound like. The enthusiasm with which
students learn new words means that we might expect that they'll have
as large a vocabulary in a second language as they do in English. This
is something that had been sadly lacking in this country.
(f) Art
Art appreciation is regarded with a lot of respect, but teachers tend
to be intimidated about how to teach it. We all agree that children
should cultivate their ability to discern and appreciate beauty,
especially those who already have that ability. The question is
how to do that. The novel solution
suggested by South
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Kensington in the 1860's--freehand drawing, perspective, drawing from
the round (from life?) has been rejected, but nothing has arrived to
fill its place. We still see schools with models of cones, cubes, etc.
placed so that the student's eye can take them in freely and perhaps
inspire the hand to reproduce it on paper. But now we understand that
art can't be experienced through mechanical exercises. Art is a thing
of the spirit, and we need to teach it in ways that affect the spirit.
We realize that the ability to appreciate art and interpret it is as
universal to all people as intelligence, or imagination, or the ability
to form words to communicate. But that ability needs to be educated.
Teaching the technical skill of producing pictures isn't the same as
appreciating art. To appreciate, children need to have a reverent
recognition of what's been created. Children need to learn about
pictures: they need to learn about them a line at a time, and as
groups, by studying pictures for themselves rather than by reading
about them. In our schools, we have a friendly art dealer who provides
six nice copies of the pictures of one artist each term. The children
hear a short story about the artist's life, and a few words to draw
their attention to the artist's best features, perhaps his trees or
skies, or rivers or figures of people. The six reproductions are
studied one at a time so that the students learn to not just
see a picture, but to look
carefully at it, absorbing every detail. After looking at the picture,
it's turned over and the children narrate, telling what they saw,
perhaps, 'a dog driving a flock of sheep along a road all by himself.
No, wait, there's a boy, too. He's lying at the river, getting a drink.
You can tell by the light that it's morning, so the sheep must be going
out to graze in the pasture,' and so on. The children don't miss any
details--the discarded plow, the crooked birch tree, the beautifully
formed clouds that look like it might rain. There's enough to talk
about to keep the children busy for half an hour, and afterwards, the
picture will have formed such a memory that the children will recognize
it wherever they see it, whether it's a signed proof, an oil
reproduction,
or the original itself in a museum. I
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heard of a small boy who went to the National Gallery with his parents.
He had wandered off on his own, and came running back, saying, 'Mommy!
They have one of our Constables on that wall!' With this plan, children
get to know a hundred or more great artists during the years they're in
school. And they learn with the kind of intimacy that will stay with
them all their lives. A group of children were in London on an
excursion. When asked what they'd like to see in the city, the answer
was, 'Oh, Mommy, let's go to the National Gallery so we can see the
Rembrandts!' Another group of young children went for tea to a place
they'd never been before, and they were excited to see two or three De
Hootch pictures on the walls During the course of their school years,
children have many opportunities to visit galleries. In art, they have
the opportunity to see glimpses of life illustrated. As Robert Browning
said,
'Keep in mind, we're designed so that we only come to appreciate and
love something we've passed by a hundred times, only after we see its
beauty in a painting.'
Here's an example of how beautiful but familiar and common things can
grab our attention when an artist brings them to our notice in a
picture. A lady writes:
'I was invited to a small village to talk about the Parents Union
School. Even though it was raining heavily, twelve very interested
ladies came to listen. I suggested that I introduce them to some
friends their children had made at school--some great artists they had
been learning about. We had a nice 'picture talk' with the works of
artist Jean B. Corot. I enjoyed it even more because of one of the
women's narrations. She narrated as if she'd been liberated for the
first time in months. We were looking at his '
Evening'
picture. It has a canal on the right and a great group of trees in the
middle. Most of the ladies talked about individual parts of the
picture, but this woman talked about everything. It refreshed her like
a green pasture.'
These women were all familiar with the kinds of details that are in
Corot's paintings - he paints the kind of natural beauty that is common
in the area where they live. But Browning is right, we tend to overlook
what's common to us until we're clued in to its beauty by seeing it in
a painting. Only then do we learn to truly see and appreciate it.
Remember that the talks that are recorded, (they can be seen at the
PNEU office)
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are from the children themselves. They don't mention 'schools of
painting,' or art style. These are things they'll consider later, when
they're older. In the beginning, it's more important for them to simply
know the paintings. In the same way we do with worthy books, we let the
artist tell his own story without our interference telling the child
what to think about it. We trust a picture to say what the artist
wanted via the medium the artist chose. In art, just like in everything
else, we eliminate the middleman and let the work speak for itself.
Students in Forms V and VI are asked to 'describe, by doing a study in
sepia colors, Corot's Evening.' Students never do more than this kind
of a rough sketch from memory. Their picture studies aren't for the
purpose of providing them with drawing material. In fact, they are
never asked to copy the picture, because attempting to copy might
diminish the student's reverence for the picture as a great work of
art. I am hesitant about sharing how we teach drawing now that Herr
Cizek has shown us what great things children are capable of with very
little discernible teaching and a little bit of suggestion. But that
kind of training probably only works under the inspiration of an
unusually gifted artist. The people I'm writing for are mostly teachers
who will need to depend on their students rather than rely on their own
inherent talent. We have students illustrate their favorite episodes
from books they've read during the term, and the spirit their pictures
show and the appropriate details they include make it apparent that
they've picked up more from the passages than even the teacher! They
aren't afraid to try to tackle techniques they've never learned about,
which shows us something about children. They attempt to draw a crowd
with wonderful ingenuity, such as including a crowd of people listening
to Mark Antony's speech, or a crowd cheering for the Prince of Wales in
India. Whenever they try to show a crowd, they seem to do it in the
same way that most real artists do: by just showing the heads. Like the
children in Vienna, they use all the space on their paper, whether
they're drawing a landscape or the details in a room. They add horses
leaping brooks, dogs chasing cats, sheep wandering on the road, always
giving a sense of motion. Their drawings show that they've studied the
things
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they see with some attention. When they draw people, they show them
doing something appropriate: a gardener sharpening his clippers, their
mother scrapbooking, a man steering a boat or driving or mowing. Their
chairs always stand on four legs, their people always stand on two legs
with surprising regularity. They're always quick to correct their
mistakes when they see that their drawing doesn't match what they see
in the real world. They're not afraid to use bold colors. Almost all
children will try to convince you that they have what it takes to be an
artist. Their nature notebooks give them a perfect opportunity to
practice. The first buttercup in a child's nature notebook is crude
enough to scandalize someone who teaches brush-drawing, but later,
he'll paint another buttercup, and this one will be much improved,
capturing the delicate poise and radiance of a real buttercup.
Drawing is pretty much well-taught enough these days. All we need to do
is to emphasize a couple of points about the specific kind of drawing
our students will be doing--studying the work of great artists and
illustrating their nature notebooks.
We try to do what we can to introduce students to architecture. We also
do a little modeling with clay, and other various handicrafts, but
nothing extraordinary. You can see more details by taking a look at our
Parents Union School Program schedules.
We do more with music appreciation. The best way to explain what we do
is to share a quote from Mrs. Howard Glover from the talk she gave at
the Ambleside Conference in 1922:
'Music appreciation is focused on so much these days. We began it in
our PNEU schools about 25 years ago, when I was playing a lot of the
best music that I was interested in for my own young child. Charlotte
Mason heard about what I was doing. She realized that music just might
provide much joy and interest to everyone's life. Since students in her
PNEU schools were getting the best of everything--the greatest
literature and art, she thought they should have the greatest music,
too. She asked me to write an article in the Parents Review about the
results of what I was doing, and to plan a schedule of music for each
term that could be played for the students. Since then,
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music has been included in the Programme schedule each term. And that's
how the movement began, and it's spread far and wide.
Of course, music appreciation has nothing to do with playing the piano.
It's often been thought that 'learning music' can only mean that. So it
was assumed that children who showed no special talent for playing the
piano were simply not musically inclined and wouldn't like concerts.
But music appreciation is different from playing an instrument in the
same way that being a natural actor is different from enjoying a
Shakespeare play, or being able to paint is different from enjoying a
painted picture. I think that all children, not just the musically
inclined ones, should learn to appreciate music. It's been proven that
only three percent of children are actually tone-deaf. If children are
started early, it's amazing how even those who seem to have no musical
'ear' can develop one, and can learn to listen
to music with understanding and enjoyment.