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СКАЧАТЬ this time. These he found in Sienkiewicz’s Quo Vadis? (1898), Dean Farrar’s Darkness and Dawn: or, Scenes in the Days of Nero (1891), Whyte-Melville’s The Gladiators: A Tale of Rome and Judaea (1863), and Lew Wallace’s Ben Hur: A Tale of the Christ (1880).

‘They were mostly, as literature, rather bad books,’ he decided. ‘What wore better, and what I took to at the same time, is the work of Rider Haggard.’³⁵ He discovered Haggard’s The Ghost Kings (1908), running as a serial in Pearson’s, and Pearl Maiden, a Tale of the Fall of Jerusalem (1903) at the same time as the Christian romances. He also fell for a while under the spell of H.G. Wells’s science fiction – a taste which did not last, though he was still reading Haggard with enjoyment at the end of his life.

It is curious, however, that Lewis should have missed The Wind in the Willows, which came out in 1908 during his first term at Wynyard, at a time when his interest in ‘dressed animals’ was at its height in the heyday of Boxen. He read neither that nor E. Nesbit’s Bastable stories until he was in his twenties – but ‘I do not think I have enjoyed them any the less on that account.’³⁶

Boxen was not, however, his only literary concern at the time. A fragment of a historical novel written in the summer of 1909 still survives, called ‘The Ajimywanian War’ – so dull that it might be an imitation of the dullest history book in use at Wynyard.³⁷ He was also attempting another diary, or ‘Autobiography’ as he calls it, of his experiences among the ‘five boarders at this ridiculous little “select academy for young gentlemen” – Squiffy [Field], Bowser, Mears, Jeyes and me … Oldy and his son Wyn are the only masters here, and Wyn can’t teach for nuts either.’³⁸ But that too petered out after a week.

After only a week at Wynyard, on 29 September 1908, Jack wrote to his father begging to be taken away: ‘We simply cannot wait in this hole till the end of term’.³⁹ But the fear of losing his few remaining pupils curbed some of Capron’s excesses in the rapidly shrinking – and sinking – establishment, and Capron’s son seems to have been trying to improve relations with the parents by writing solicitously about their sons: ‘Jacko appears to be very bright and happy this term,’ he was assuring Albert Lewis on 21 October. ‘His health is excellent.’⁴⁰ He seems, nevertheless, to have suffered from a weak chest throughout childhood, though the removal of adenoids at the beginning of 1909 may have helped him to survive the following winter without any illness.

      Warnie left Wynyard in July 1909 and in September arrived at Malvern College, where he was to be extremely happy. In January 1910 Jack’s second cousin on his mother’s side, Hope Ewart, accompanied him back to Wynyard, stopping in London so Jack could see Peter Pan. It impressed him deeply and remained vivid in his memory; theatre-going in Belfast consisted only of musical comedies and vaudeville beyond which Albert Lewis did not aspire.

This cousin was a member of a family that meant much to the two motherless boys. The younger describes their house in Surprised by Joy as ‘Mountbracken’. It was actually Glenmachan, the home of Sir William Quartus Ewart,^* whose wife, wrote Lewis, was

my mother’s first cousin and perhaps my mother’s dearest friend, and it was no doubt for my mother’s sake that she took upon herself the heroic task of civilizing my brother and me. We had a standing invitation to lunch at Mountbracken whenever we were at home; to this, almost entirely, we owe it that we did not grow up savages. The debt is not only to Lady E. (‘Cousin Mary’) but to her whole family; walks, motor-drives (in those days an exciting novelty), picnics, and invitations to the theatre were showered on us, year after year, with a kindness which our rawness, our noise, and our unpunctuality never seemed to weary. We were at home there almost as much as in our own home, but with this great difference, that a certain standard of manners had to be kept up. Whatever I know (it is not much) of courtesy and savoir faire I learned at Mountbracken.⁴¹

Wynyard having collapsed in the summer of 1910 (Capron was certified insane and died a year later), a new school was needed for Jack. Albert Lewis decided that he should go to Campbell College, not two miles from Little Lea, ‘which had been founded with the express purpose of giving Ulster boys all the advantages of a public school education without the trouble of crossing the Irish Sea’.⁴² It was arranged that he should go as a boarder, but with the privilege of an exeat to come home every Sunday.

Although the complete lack of quiet or privacy was trying – he described it as ‘very like living permanently in a large railway station’ – Jack found Campbell College a great improvement on Wynyard, and really began to enjoy learning, and to remember what he learnt. He was particularly grateful to an ‘excellent master whom we called Octie’, who was really Lewis Alden, senior English master from 1898 until 1930. Alden introduced him in form to Arnold’s Sohrab and Rustum: ‘I loved the poem at first sight and have loved it ever since.’⁴³

But his stay at Campbell was to be brief. On 13 November 1910 Albert Lewis was writing to Warnie at Malvern: ‘When Jacko came home this morning he had such a frightful cough that I had Dr Leslie^* up to examine him. As a result, Leslie has advised me not to send him back to school for some days’;⁴⁴ and he went on to ask Warnie to find out about Cherbourg, a preparatory school at Malvern, as ‘I am strongly inclined to send Jacko there until he’s old enough to go to the College.’⁴⁵

After two glorious months of peace and quiet at home reading, ever reading – at this time largely fairy tales – the invalid was deemed well enough to begin at Cherbourg. And accordingly he wrote to his father near the end of January 1911: ‘Warnie and I arrived safely at Malvern after a splendid journey. Cherbourge is quite a nice place. There are 17 chaps here. There are three masters, Mr Allen, Mr Palmer and Mr Jones, who is very fat … Malvern is one of the nicest English towns I have seen yet. The hills are beautiful, but of course not so nice as ours.’⁴⁶

The school was not as small as would appear from this as there were day boys as well as the seventeen boarders; and although his letters and odd scraps of diary are full of criticism of the masters, and often of the school itself, Lewis seems to have been reasonably happy at Cherbourg and recorded that ‘here indeed my education really began. The Headmaster was a clever and patient teacher;^† under him I rapidly found my feet in Latin and English, and even began to be looked on as a promising candidate for a scholarship at the College.’⁴⁷

In Surprised by Joy Lewis goes on to tell how he lost his faith during his terms at Cherbourg, sparked off by the esoteric religious flounderings of the matron, Miss Cowie. Other reasons joined to make him an apostate – ‘dropping my faith with no sense of loss but with the greatest relief’.⁴⁸ Intense preoccupation with prayer had made the activity an increasingly СКАЧАТЬ