d our ball in."

Knowles rolled the ball within a few feet of the hole, and Ernest, who,
in consequence of Bouldon's miss, was now allowed to strike, guided by
his correct and well-practised eye, sent it clean into the hole, to the
great delight of Macgreggor, who was pleased at having so apt a pupil.

Bracebridge now took his ball out of the hole, and struck it on.
Macgreggor, however, was not long in catching him up, but Tom Bouldon
was a great drawback to Macgreggor. He had not calmness enough to play
the game well. He was continually missing the ball, or sending it
beyond the hole, while Macgreggor, and Bracebridge, and Ellis
especially, always considered how far it was necessary to send it, and
took their measures accordingly.

Few games show the character of a person more than does that of golf,
although all, more or less, afford some index to those who are
attentively looking on. A boy, when playing, should endeavour to keep a
watch over himself as much as on all other occasions, and he should
especially endeavour to practise that very important duty of restraining
his temper. Boys are too apt to fancy that they may say and do what
they like, and often they abuse each other, and make use of language of
which, it is to be hoped, they would be ashamed when out of the
playground.

While the game was going on, and drawing near its completion,
Bracebridge being ahead, a number of boys came out to see what was going
forward. From their remarks, there was not much chance of the game
becoming popular. There was not enough activity and bustle in it to
please them. It was not to be compared for a moment with cricket, or
rackets, or football, or even hockey.

Among the spectators were Blackall and Dawson, and the new fellow,
Barber. His eye was ranging over the heath. Ernest and his party were
then at a distance, playing up towards the last hole.

"Well, to my mind, after all, it is only like a game of marbles, played
with a little leathern ball instead of a stone, and a stick instead of
one's knuckles," sneered Blackall.

Dawson echoed the sentiment. "How that fellow Bracebridge can find
anything to like in it, I do wonder," he remarked. "In Macgreggor, who
has been brought up to it, it is a different affair."

"Hollo! who is that fellow?" exclaimed Barber, as the players drew near.

"Which do you mean?" said Dawson. "That natty-looking fellow, who is
taking the ball? He's a genius; and if you were t