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famihiar name written in ink. It was put there by o companion owing to his remark- able resemblance to a very eminent detective. The name is— Sherlock Holnes !

Suddenly the batsmen throw down their bats, the boys leave the pavilion, and the scats are quickly emptied. They are all hurrying towards an adjoining meadow. Mr. Welldon has returned, and he invites me to come and sce five hundred boys called over im o minute! T timed this very ceonomical and time-saving process of secing that cvery bov is in Harrow, and found that the whole thing was got through in fifty-cight sceonds.

The Jads are arranged in groups, cach group presided over by a boy known as the shepherd. A bell rings, and Mr. Edward Bowen, whose idea it was, starts, with pencil and paper in hand, and pavs a hurried visit to the first group.

“light here—one absent,” says the shepherd of the first division. Away gocs Mr. Bowen to the next batch—and so on, until five hundred boys are similarly called. ‘The shepherd of every group along the line cries out how many are present in his party, and how many arc away. Possibly, were not Mr. Bowen an excellent pedestrian—did he not, thirty years ago, walk from Cam- bridge to Oxford in a day ? —and get down the Iines at splendid speed, the process would take very much longer.

Away we went to the cricket field once

THE HEAD BoY uld THE SCHoOoOIL,

A GROUP OF HARROW BOYS,