Oscar Browning

The very same faults, the want of sensitiveness of intellectual conscience, the disbelief in right reason, the dislike of authority, which have hindered our having an academy and have worked injuriously in our literature, would also hinder us from making our academy if we established it, one which would really correct them, and culture which shows us truly the faults, shows us this also just as truly.

It is by a like sort of misunderstanding again that Mr Oscar Browning, one of the assistant masters at Eton, takes up in the Quarterly Review the cudgels for Eton as if I had attacked Eton because I have said in a book about foreign schools that a man may well prefer to teach his three or four hours a day without keeping a boarding house, and that there are great dangers in cramming little boys of eight or ten and making them compete for an object of great value to their parents, and again that the manufacture and supply of school books in England much needs regulation by some competent authority.

Mr Oscar Browning gives us to understand that at Eton he and others with perfect satisfaction to themselves and the public combine the functions of teaching and of keeping a boarding house, that he knows excellent men, and indeed well he may, for a brother of his own I am told is one of the best of them, engage in preparing little boys for competitive examinations, and that the result as tested at Eton gives perfect satisfaction.

And as to school books he adds finally that Dr William Smith, the learned and distinguished editor of the Quarterly Review, is as we all know the compiler of school books meritorious and many.

This is what Mr Oscar Browning gives us to understand in the Quarterly Review, and it is impossible not to read with pleasure what he says.

For what can give a finer example of that frankness and manly self-confidence which our great public schools, and none of them so much as Eton, are supposed to inspire, of that buoyant ease in holding up one's head, speaking out what is in one's mind, and flinging off all sheepishness and awkwardness, than to see an Eton assistant master offering in fact himself as evidence that to combine boarding house keeping with teaching is a good thing, and his brother as evidence that to train and race little boys for competitive examinations is a good thing? Nay, and one sees that this frank-hearted Eton self-confidence is contagious.

For has not Mr. Oscar Browning managed to fire Dr. William Smith, himself no doubt the modestest man alive and never trained at Eton, with the same spirit, and made him insert in his own review a puff, so to speak, of his own school books, declaring that they are, as they are, meritorious and many? Nevertheless, Mr.

Oscar Browning is wrong in thinking that I wish to run down Eton, and his repetition on behalf of Eton, with this idea in his head, of the strains of his heroic ancestor, Malvinus Oscar, as they are recorded by the family poet Ossian, is unnecessary.

The very same faults, the want of sensitiveness of intellectual conscience, the disbelief in right reason, the dislike of authority, which have hindered our having an academy and have worked injuriously in our literature, would also hinder us from making our academy if we established it, one which would really correct them, and culture which shows us truly the faults, shows us this also just as truly.

It is by a like sort of misunderstanding again that Mr. Oscar Browning, one of the assistant masters at Eton, takes up in the Quarterly Review the cudgels for Eton as if I had attacked Eton because I have said in a book about foreign schools that a man may well prefer to teach his three or four hours a day without keeping a boarding house, and that there are great dangers in cramming little boys of eight or ten and making them compete for an object of great value to their parents, and again that the manufacture and supply of school books in England much needs regulation by some competent authority.

Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand that at Eton he and others with perfect satisfaction to themselves and the public combine the functions of teaching and of keeping a boarding house, that he knows excellent men, and indeed well he may, for a brother of his own I am told is one of the best of them, engage in preparing little boys for competitive examinations, and that the result as tested at Eton gives perfect satisfaction.

And as to school books he adds finally that Dr. William Smith, the learned and distinguished editor of the Quarterly Review, is as we all know the compiler of school books meritorious and many.

This is what Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand in the Quarterly Review, and it is impossible not to read with pleasure what he says.

For what can give a finer example of that frankness and manly self-confidence which our great public schools, and none of them so much as Eton, are supposed to inspire, of that buoyant ease in holding up one's head, speaking out what is in one's mind, and flinging off all sheepishness and awkwardness, than to see an Eton assistant master offering in fact himself as evidence that to combine boarding house keeping with teaching is a good thing, and his brother as evidence that to train and race little boys for competitive examinations is a good thing? Nay, and one sees that this frank-hearted Eton self-confidence is contagious.

For has not Mr. Oscar Browning managed to fire Dr. William Smith, himself no doubt the modestest man alive and never trained at Eton, with the same spirit and made him insert in his own review a puff, so to speak, of his own school books declaring that they are, as they are, meritorious and many? Nevertheless, Mr.

Oscar Browning is wrong in thinking that I wish to run down Eton, and his repetition on behalf of Eton, with this idea in his head, of the strains of his heroic ancestor, Malvinus Oscar, as they are recorded by the family poet Ossian, is unnecessary.

And culture, which shows us truly the faults, shows us this also just as truly.

It is by a like sort of misunderstanding again that Mr. Oscar Browning, one of the assistant masters at Eton, takes up in the Quarterly Review the cudgels for Eton as if I had attacked Eton because I have said in a book about foreign schools that a man may well prefer to teach his three or four hours a day without keeping a boarding house, and that there are great dangers in cramming little boys of eight or ten and making them compete for an object of great value to their parents, and again that the manufacture and supply of school books in England much needs regulation by some competent authority.

Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand that at Eton he and others with perfect satisfaction to themselves and the public combine the functions of teaching and of keeping a boarding house, that he knows excellent men, and indeed well he may, for a brother of his own, I am told, is one of the best of them, engage in preparing little boys for competitive examinations, and that the result as tested at Eton gives perfect satisfaction.

And as to school books he adds, finally, that Dr. William Smith, the learned and distinguished editor of the Quarterly Review, is, as we all know, the compiler of school books meritorious and many.

This is what Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand in the Quarterly Review, and it is impossible not to read with pleasure what he says.

For what can give a finer example of that frankness and manly self-confidence which our great public schools, and none of them so much as Eton, are supposed to inspire? Of that buoyant ease in holding up one's head, speaking out what is in one's mind, and flinging off all sheepishness and awkwardness, than to see an Eton assistant master offering, in fact, himself as evidence that to combine boarding house keeping with teaching is a good thing, and his brother as evidence that to train and race little boys for competitive examinations is a good thing.

Nay, and one sees that this frank-hearted Eton self-confidence is contagious.

For has not Mr. Oscar Browning managed to fire Dr. William Smith, himself no doubt the modestest man alive and never trained at Eton, with the same spirit and made him insert in his own review a puff, so to speak, of his own school books, declaring that they are, as they are, meritorious and many.

The very same faults, the want of sensitiveness of intellectual conscience, the disbelief in right reason, the dislike of authority, which have hindered our having an academy and have worked injuriously in our literature, would also hinder us from making our academy, if we established it, one which would really correct them, and culture, which shows us truly the faults, shows us this also just as truly.

It is by a like sort of misunderstanding again that Mr Oscar Browning, one of the assistant masters at Eton, takes up in the Quarterly Review the cudgels for Eton, as if I had attacked Eton, because I have said in a book about foreign schools that a man may well prefer to teach his three or four hours a day without keeping a boarding house, and that there are great dangers in cramming little boys of eight or ten and making them compete for an object of great value to their parents, and again that the manufacture and supply of school books in England much needs regulation by some competent authority.

Mr Oscar Browning gives us to understand that at Eton he and others with perfect satisfaction to themselves and the public combine the functions of teaching and of keeping a boarding house, that he knows excellent men, and indeed well he may, for a brother of his own I am told is one of the best of them, engage in preparing little boys for competitive examinations, and that the result as tested at Eton gives perfect satisfaction.

And as to school books he adds finally that Dr William Smith, the learned and distinguished editor of the Quarterly Review, is as we all know the compiler of school books meritorious and many.

This is what Mr Oscar Browning gives us to understand in the Quarterly Review, and it is impossible not to read with pleasure what he says.

For what can give a finer example of that frankness and manly self-confidence which our great public schools, and none of them so much as Eton, are supposed to inspire, of that buoyant ease in holding up one's head, speaking out what is in one's mind, and flinging off all sheepishness and awkwardness, than to see an Eton assistant master offering in fact himself as evidence that to combine boarding house keeping with teaching is a good thing, and his brother as evidence that to train and race little boys for competitive examinations is a good thing? Nay, and one sees that this frank-hearted Eton self-confidence is contagious.

For has not Mr Oscar Browning managed to fire Dr William Smith, himself no doubt the modestest man alive and never trained at Eton, with the same spirit, and made him insert in his own review a puff, so to speak, of his own school books, declaring that they are, as they are, meritorious and many? Nevertheless, Mr Oscar Browning is wrong in thinking that I wish to run down Eton, and his repetition on behalf of Eton, with this idea in his head, of the strains of his heroic ancestor, Malvinus Oscar, as they are recorded by the family poet Ossian, is unnecessary.

The wild boar rushes over their tombs, but he does not disturb their repose.

End of section.

To Oscar Browning From The Bibliography of Oscar Wilde by Stuart Mason.

This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

An interesting letter from Wilde, asking Mr. Oscar Browning to review his poems, has recently passed into the possession of Messrs. Robson and Company of Coventry Street, Piccadilly, who have allowed it to be printed here.

Keats House, Tite Street, Chelsea.

my dear browning if you get the opportunity and would care for it i wish you would review my first volume of poems just about to appear books so often fall into stupid and illiterate hands that i am anxious to be really criticised ignorant praise or ignorant blame is so insulting truly yours oscar wilde Keats' house was not No. 16, where Wilde lived from the time of his marriage in 1884 to his arrest in 1895, but No. 3, Tite Street, where he shared rooms with Frank Miles, the painter.

And culture, which shows us truly the faults, shows us this also just as truly.

It is by a like sort of misunderstanding again that Mr. Oscar Browning, one of the assistant masters at Eton, takes up in the Quarterly Review the cudgels for Eton as if I had attacked Eton because I have said in a book about foreign schools that a man may well prefer to teach his three or four hours a day without keeping a boarding house, and that there are great dangers in cramming little boys of eight or ten and making them compete for an object of great value to their parents, and again that the manufacture and supply of school books in England much needs regulation by some competent authority.

Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand that at Eton he and others with perfect satisfaction to themselves and the public combine the functions of teaching and of keeping a boarding house, that he knows excellent men, and indeed well he may, for a brother of his own I'm told is one of the best of them, engage in preparing little boys for competitive examinations, and that the result as tested at Eton gives perfect satisfaction.

And as to school books he adds finally that Dr. William Smith, the learned and distinguished editor of the Quarterly Review, is as we all know the compiler of school books meritorious and many.

This is what Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand in the Quarterly Review, and it is impossible not to read with pleasure what he says.

For what can give a finer example of that frankness and manly self-confidence which our great public schools, and none of them so much as Eton, are supposed to inspire? Of that buoyant ease in holding up one's head, speaking out what is in one's mind, and flinging off all sheepishness and awkwardness, than to see an Eton assistant master offering, in fact, himself as evidence that to combine boarding house keeping with teaching is a good thing, and his brother as evidence that to train and race little boys for competitive examinations is a good thing.

Nay, and one sees that this frank-hearted Eton self-confidence is contagious.

For has not Mr. Oscar Browning managed to fire Dr. William Smith, himself no doubt the modestest man alive and never trained at Eton, with the same spirit and made him insert in his own review a puff, so to speak, of his own school books, declaring that they are, as they are, meritorious and many.

The very same faults, the want of sensitiveness of intellectual conscience, the disbelief in right reason, the dislike of authority which have hindered our having an academy and have worked injuriously in our literature would also hinder us from making our academy if we establish it one which would really correct them and culture which shows us truly the faults shows us this also just as truly.

It is by a like sort of misunderstanding again that Mr. Oscar Browning, one of the assistant masters at Eton, takes up in the Quarterly Review the cudgels for Eton as if I had attacked Eton because I have said in a book about foreign schools that a man may well prefer to teach his three or four hours a day without keeping a boarding house and that there are great dangers in cramming little boys of eight or ten and making them compete for an object of great value to their parents and again that the manufacture and supply of school books in England much needs regulation by some competent authority.

Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand that at Eton he and others with perfect satisfaction to themselves and the public combine the functions of teaching and of keeping a boarding house that he knows excellent men and indeed well he may for a brother of his own I am told is one of the best of them engaged in preparing little boys for competitive examinations and that the result as tested at Eton gives perfect satisfaction and as to school books he adds finally that Dr. William Smith the learned and distinguished editor of the Quarterly Review is as we all know the compiler of school books meritorious and many.

This is what Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand in the Quarterly Review and it is impossible not to read with pleasure what he says.

For what can give a finer example of that frankness and manly self-confidence which our great public schools, and none of them so much as Eton, are supposed to inspire? Of that buoyant ease in holding up one's head, speaking out what is in one's mind, and flinging off all sheepishness and awkwardness, than to see an Eton assistant master offering, in fact, himself as evidence that to combine boarding house keeping with teaching is a good thing, and his brother as evidence that to train and race little boys for competitive examinations is a good thing.

Nay, and one sees that this frank-hearted Eton self-confidence is contagious.

For has not Mr. Oscar Browning managed to fire Dr. William Smith, himself no doubt the modestest man alive and never trained at Eton, with the same spirit, and made him insert in his own review a puff, so to speak, of his own school books, declaring that they are, as they are, meritorious and many.

Nevertheless, Mr. Oscar Browning is wrong in thinking that I wish to run down Eton, and his repetition on behalf of Eton, with this idea in his head, of the strains of his heroic ancestor, Malvinus Oscar, as they are recorded by the family poet Ossian, is unnecessary.

And culture, which shows us truly the faults, shows us this also just as truly.

It is by a like sort of misunderstanding again that Mr. Oscar Browning, one of the assistant masters at Eton, takes up in the Quarterly Review the cudgels for Eton as if I had attacked Eton because I have said in a book about foreign schools that a man may well prefer to teach his three or four hours a day without keeping a boarding house, and that there are great dangers in cramming little boys of eight or ten and making them compete for an object of great value to their parents, and again that the manufacture and supply of school books in England much needs regulation by some competent authority.

Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand that at Eton he and others with perfect satisfaction to themselves and the public combine the functions of teaching and of keeping a boarding house, that he knows excellent men, and indeed well he may, for a brother of his own, I am told, is one of the best of them, engaged in preparing little boys for competitive examinations, and that the result as tested at Eton gives perfect satisfaction.

And as to school books he adds, finally, that Dr. William Smith, the learned and distinguished editor of the Quarterly Review, is, as we all know, the compiler of school books meritorious and many.

This is what Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand in the Quarterly Review, and it is impossible not to read with pleasure what he says.

For what can give a finer example of that frankness and manly self-confidence which our great public schools, and none of them so much as Eton, are supposed to inspire, of that buoyant ease in holding up one's head, speaking out what is in one's mind, and flinging off all sheepishness and awkwardness, than to see an Eton assistant master offering in fact himself as evidence that to combine boarding house keeping with teaching is a good thing, and his brother as evidence that to train and race little boys for competitive examinations is a good thing.

Nay, and one sees that this frank-hearted Eton self-confidence is contagious.

For has not Mr. Oscar Browning managed to fire Dr. William Smith, himself no doubt the modestest man alive and never trained at Eton, with the same spirit and made him insert in his own review a puff, so to speak, of his own school books, declaring that they are, as they are, meritorious and many? Nevertheless, Mr.

And culture, which shows us truly the faults, shows us this also just as truly.

It is by a like sort of misunderstanding again that Mr. Oscar Browning, one of the assistant masters at Eton, takes up in the Quarterly Review the cudgels for Eton as if I had attacked Eton because I have said in a book about foreign schools that a man may well prefer to teach his three or four hours a day without keeping a boarding house, and that there are great dangers in cramming little boys of eight or ten and making them compete for an object of great value to their parents, and again that the manufacture and supply of school books in England much needs regulation by some competent authority.

Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand that at Eton he and others with perfect satisfaction to themselves and the public combine the functions of teaching and of keeping a boarding house, that he knows excellent men, and indeed well he may, for a brother of his own, I'm told, is one of the best of them, engage in preparing little boys for competitive examinations, and that the result as tested at Eton gives perfect satisfaction.

And as to school books, he adds finally that Dr. William Smith, the learned and distinguished editor of the Quarterly Review, is, as we all know, the compiler of school books meritorious and many.

This is what Mr. Oscar Browning gives us to understand in the Quarterly Review, and it is impossible not to read with pleasure what he says.

For what can give a finer example of that frankness and manly self-confidence which our great public schools, and none of them so much as Eton, are supposed to inspire? Of that buoyant ease in holding up one's head, speaking out what is in one's mind, and flinging off all sheepishness and awkwardness, than to see an Eton assistant master offering, in fact, himself as evidence that to combine boarding house keeping with teaching is a good thing, and his brother as evidence that to train and race little boys for competitive examinations is a good thing.

Nay, and one sees that this frank-hearted Eton self-confidence is contagious.

For has not Mr. Oscar Browning managed to fire Dr. William Smith, himself no doubt the modestest man alive and never trained at Eton, with the same spirit and made him insert in his own review a puff, so to speak, of his own school books, declaring that they are, as they are, meritorious and many? Nevertheless, Mr.