The little boy's name was Edward Everett. He grew up to become a famous
man and one of our greatest orators.
WRITING A COMPOSITION
"Children, to-morrow I shall expect all of you to write compositions,"
said the teacher of Love Lane School. "Then, on Friday those who have
done the best may stand up and read their compositions to the school."
Some of the children were pleased, and some were not.
"What shall we write about?" they asked.
"You may choose any subject that you like best," said the teacher.
Some of them thought that "Home" was a good subject. Others liked
"School." One little boy chose "The Horse." A little girl said she
would write about "Summer."
The next day, every pupil except one had written a composition.
"Henry Longfellow," said the teacher, "why have you not written?"
"Because I don't know how," answered Henry. He was only a child.
"Well," said the teacher, "you can write words, can you not?"
"Yes, sir," said the boy.
"After you have written three or four words, you can put them together,
can you not?"
"Yes, sir; I think so."
"Well, then," said the teacher, "you may take your slate and go out
behind the schoolhouse for half an hour.
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