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The monks did not spare the birch rod, and soon it was a case of a whipping for every lesson not learned. One day, though he was only twelve years old, the boy started on a long run into the country. The further he got, the happier he felt  at least for one day. THE MONKS DID NOT SPARE THE BIRCH ROD AND SOON IT WAS A CASE OF A WHIPPING FOR EVERY LESSON NOT LEARNED ONE DAY THOUGH HE WAS ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD THE BOY STARTED ON A LONG RUN INTO THE COUNTRY THE FURTHER HE GOT THE HAPPER HE FELT AT LEAST FOR ONE DAY
he cows chew the cud. Here the ground is strewn with the ruins of cromlechs, or Cymric strongholds, of old Roman camps, of chapels and monasteries, showing that many different races of men have come and gone, while the birds still fly and the flowers bloom. Centuries ago, the good monks of St. David had a school where lads were taught Latin and good manners. One of their pupils was a boy named Elidyr. He was such a poor scholar and he so hated books and loved play, that in his case spankings and whippings were almost of daily occurrence. Still he made no improvement. He was in the habit also of playing truant, or what one of the monks called "traveling to Bagdad." One of the consequences was that certain soft parts of his body--apparently provided by nature for this express purpose--often received a warming from his daddy. His mother loved her boy dearly, and she often gently chided him, but he would not listen to her, and when she urged him to be more diligent, he ran out of the room. RAZE THE DONKEYS BRAY AND THE COWS CHEW THE CUD HERE THE GROUND IS STREWN WITH THE RUINS OF CROMLECHS OR CARIC STRONGHOLDS OF OLD ROMAN CAMPS OF CHAPELS AND MONASTERIES SHOWING THAT DIFFERENT RACES OF MEN HAVE COME AND GONE WHILE THE BIRDS STILL FLY AND THE FLOWERS BLOOM CENTURIES AGO THE GOOD MONKS OF SAINT DAVID HAD A SCHOOL WHERE LADS WERE TAUGHT LATIN AND GOOD MANNERS ONE OF THEIR PUPILS WAS A BOY NAMED ELDIR HE WAS SUCH A POOR SCHOLAR AND HE SO HATED BOOKS AND LOVED TO PLAY THAT IN HIS CASE SPANKINGS AND WHIPPINGS WERE ALMOST A DAILY OCCURRENCE STILL HE MADE NO IMPROVEMENT HE WAS IN THE HABIT ALSO OF PLAYING TRUANT OR WHAT ONE OF THE MONKS CALLED TRAVELLING TO BAGDAD ONE OF THE CONSEQUENCES WAS THAT CERTAIN SOFT PARTS OF HIS BODY APPARENTLY PROVIDED BY NATURE FOR THIS EXPRESS PURPOSE OFTEN RECEIVED A WARMING FROM HIS DADDY HIS MOTHER LOVED HER BOY DEARLY AND SHE OFTEN GENTLY CHIDED HIM BUT HE WOULD NOT LISTEN TO HER AND WHEN SHE URGED HIM TO BE MORE DILIGENT HE RAN OUT OF THE ROOM
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