und,
when a decent proficiency in one or the rest of these accomplishments
will be of service to you.

In one of the best books (1) ever written for boys are these words:

"Learn to box, then, as you learn to play cricket and football. Not one
of you will be the worse, but very much the better, for learning to box
well. Should you never have to use it in earnest there's no exercise in
the world so good for the temper, and for the muscles of the back and
legs.

"As for fighting, keep out of it, if you can, by all means. When the
time comes, if ever it should, that you have to say 'Yes' or 'No' to a
challenge to fight, say 'No' if you can--only take care you make it plain
to yourself why you say 'No.' It's a proof of the highest courage, if
done from true Christian motives. It's quite right and justifiable, if
done from a simple aversion to physical pain and danger. But don't say
'No' because you fear a licking and say or think it's because you fear
God, for that's neither Christian nor honest. And if you do fight, fight
it out; and don't give in while you can stand and see."

And don't give in when you can't! see! For I could stand very little,
and see not at all (having pommelled the school pump for the last twenty
seconds), when Conway retired from the field. As Phil Adams stepped up
to shake hands with me, he received a telling blow in the stomach;
for all the fight was not out of me yet, and I mistook him for a new
adversary.

Convinced of my error, I accepted his congratulations, with those of the
other boys, blandly and blindly. I remember that Binny Wallace wanted to
give me his silver pencil-case. The gentle soul had stood throughout the
contest with his face turned to the fence, suffering untold agony.

A good wash at the pump, and a cold key applied to my eye, refreshed me
amazingly. Escorted by two or three of the schoolfellows, I walked home
through the pleasant autumn twilight, battered but triumphant. As I went
along, my cap cocked on one side to keep the chilly air from my eye, I
felt that I was not only following my nose, but following it so closely,
that I was in some danger of treading on it. I seemed to have nose
enough for the whole party. My left cheek, also, was puffed out like
a dumpling. I couldn't help saying to myself, "If this is victory, how
about that other fellow?"

"Tom," said Harry Blake, hesitating.

"Well?"

"Did you see Mr. Grimshaw looking out of the recitation-room window