The teacher sat at one end of the bench, with a meek little fellow by his side. When the others were disorderly, this young martyr received a rap; intended, probably, as a sample of what the rest might expect, if they didn't amend.

Supplicants burn paper money and joss sticks, and pray for good fortune to the temple deity, Tua Pek Kong.

Within a little thorp I staid.

‘I wolde hit were so,’ seyde the Kynge, ‘but I may nat stonde, my hede worchys so—’