But, while Daffydowndilly was yet a little boy, his mother sent him away from his pleasant home, and put him under the care of a very strict schoolmaster, who went by the name of Mr. Toil.

Those who knew him best affirmed that this Mr. Toil was a very worthy character;

and that he had done more good, both to children and grown people, than anybody else in the world.

Certainly he had lived long enough to do a great deal of good;

for, if all stories be true, he had dwelt upon earth ever since Adam was driven from the garden of Eden.

his voice, too, was harsh;

and all his ways and customs seemed very disagreeable to our friend Daffydowndilly.

The whole day long, this terrible old schoolmaster sat at his desk overlooking the scholars, or stalked about the school-room with a certain awful birch rod in his hand.

Now came a rap over the shoulders of a boy whom Mr. Toil had caught at play;

now he punished a whole class who were behindhand with their lessons;

Now, the whole of Daffydowndilly’s life had hitherto been passed with his dear mother, who had a much sweeter face than old Mr. Toil, and who had always been very indulgent to her little boy.

No wonder, therefore, that poor Daffydowndilly found it a woful change, to be sent away from the good lady’s side, and put under the care of this ugly-visaged schoolmaster, who never gave him any apples or cakes, and seemed to think that little boys were created only to get lessons.