My young friend, Patrick Champion, George's younger brother, is a late arrival among us; has much of the family quality and good-nature; is not in the least a
tyrant1 to the small boys, but is as eager as an Amadis to fight. He is boxing his way up the school,
emulating2 his great brother. He fixes his eye on a boy above him in strength or size, and you hear somehow that a difference has arisen between them at football, and they have their coats off presently. He has thrashed himself over the heads of many youths in this manner; for instance, if Champion can lick Dobson, who can thrash Hobson, how much more, then, can he thrash Hobson. Thus he works up and establishes his position in the school. Nor does Mr. Prince think it advisable that we
ushers3 should walk much in the way when these little differences are being settled, unless there is some gross disparity, or danger is
apprehended4.
For instance, I own to having seen the row
depicted
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