In this very clumsy way he had at last reached the desk, and presented his missive. The master’s eye was on him, but all Eric had time to observe was, that he looked rather stern, and had in his hand a book which he seemed to be studying with the deepest interest. He glanced first at the note, and then looked full at the boy, as though determined to read his whole character by a single perusal of his face. But it must be admitted that he made matters worse by his own bursts of passion. His was not the temper to turn the other cheek; but, brave and spirited as he was, he felt how utterly hopeless would be any attempt on his part to repel force by force. He would have tried some slight conciliation, but it was really impossible with such a boy as his enemy. Barker never gave him even so much as an indifferent look, much less a civil word. Eric loathed him, and the only good and happy part of the matter to his own mind was, that conscientiously his only desire was to get rid of him, and be left alone, while he never cherished a particle of revenge. Papa Wolf: Eric stays with his parents, who have hired a house near Roslyn, during his first two terms. During Eric's first term, his father happens to be walking by the playground while Barker beats Eric and Russell. Eric's father beats Barker with a riding-whip, threatens to beat him even worse if he ever hurts Eric again, and excoriates the other boys for not standing up to Barker.

Brilliant, but Lazy: Eric spends his first few years at or near the top of his form. But as he gets older and more rebellious, he stops caring about schoolwork, and his marks get worse. Some of his schoolmasters tell him that he's wasting his potential, but he doesn't listen until he's almost expelled for drunkenness, which scares him into straightening out. In Norway, Sweden and Finland, the name day for derivations of Erik and Eirik is 18 May, commemorating the death of Saint King Eric IX of Sweden, founder of the royal House of Eric. I like public school fiction, with their depiction of schoolboy's daily challenges and triumphs, their friendships and fights, their sense of honor and personal growth. I have enjoyed Tom Brown's School Days, Talbot Baines Reed's works and others. To a greater or lesser extent, there is an old-fashioned morality associated with those old Victorian books, and I enjoy that too, associated as it is with a sense of the joy and fun of boyhood. However, in this book, there's no joy. It's a morality tale, like some other of these books, but this one is so incredibly heavy-handed and religiously earnest without moderating it with a sense humor that I don't even know where to begin. AT last the longed-for yet dreaded day approached, and a letter informed the Trevors that Mr and Mrs Williams would arrive at Southampton on 5th July, and would probably reach Ayrton the evening after. They particularly requested that no one should come to meet them on their landing. “We shall reach Southampton,” wrote Mrs Williams, “tired, pale, and travel-stained, and had much rather see you first at Fairholm, where we shall be spared the painful constraint of a meeting in public. So please expect our arrival at about seven in the evening.”

After that, particularly as Dr. Rowlands was absent, the boys knew that they were safe from disturbance, and the occupants of No. 7 were the first to stir. Duncan produced some several vestas, and no sooner had they lighted their candle, than several of the dormitory doors began to be thrown open, and one after another all requested a light, which Duncan and Eric conveyed to them in a sort of emulous lampadephoria, so that at length all the twelve dormitories had their sconces lit, and the boys began all sorts of amusement, some in their night-shirts and others with their trousers slipped on. Leap-frog was the prevalent game for a time, but at last Graham suggested theatricals, and they were agreed on. [78] Now," he said, "join in the chorus!" The boys, all more or less excited, joined in heartily and uproariously — Among Slavic languages, most using the Latin alphabet borrow Erik, but there also exists Polish Eryk. The name is adapted into Cyrillic as Russian Э́йрик (Éyrik) or Э́рик (Érik), and Ukrainian Е́рік (Érik). The Baltic languages use forms such as Latvian Ēriks and Lithuanian Erikas. [19] [20] [21]

French: [e.ʁik]) is used in French, Erico in Italian, Érico in Portuguese. (Note some phonetically simplified modern forms may be conflated with descendants of cognate name Henry via Henrīcus, Henrik, from Proto-Germanic Haimarīks, sharing the stem *rīks.) Carpenter, Humphrey and Mari Prichard. Oxford Companion to Children's Literature. Oxford University Press, 1997. ISBN 0-19-860228-6 The sound, the violence of the action, the sight of the broken watch, which was the gift of a cherished friend, instantly awoke the master to his senses. The whole school had seen it; they sate there pale and breathless with excitement and awe. The poor man could bear it no longer. He flung himself into his chair, hid his face with his hands, and burst into hysterical tears. It was the outbreak of feelings long pent-up. In that instant all his life passed before him—its hopes, its failures, its miseries, its madness. “Yes!” he thought, “I am mad.” Shame!” said Russell, as he saw the mark on Eric’s cheek; “what a fellow you are, Barker. Why couldn’t you let him alone for the first day at any rate?”The bell had just done ringing when they had started for the school, so that Eric knew that all the boys would be by this time assembled at their work, and that he should have to go alone into the middle of them. As he walked after the servant through the long corridors and up the broad stairs, he longed to make friends with him, so as, if possible, to feel less lonely. But he had only time to get out, “I say, what sort of a fellow is Mr Gordon?” Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” cried a young boy, as he capered vigorously about, and clapped his hands. “Father and mother will be home in a week now, and then we shall stay here a little time, and then, and then, I shall go to school.” The last words were enunciated with immense importance, as he stopped his impromptu dance before the chair where his sober cousin Fanny was patiently working at her crochet; but she did not look so much affected by the announcement as the boy seemed to demand, so he again exclaimed, “And then, Miss Fanny, I shall go to school.” I don’t want to labour the point, except to say: Eric is at least as much about death and the pain of bereavement as it is about sex and the dangers of masturbation. In this, it is the heir to a long tradition of mournful (or if you prefer: morbid) stories of child death that characterise 18th and 19th-century writing for and about children. The Victorians faced death more straightforwardly than we do today, I think; they were less embarrassed by it, and better equipped with social protocols for handling it.

Bedsheet Ladder: Eric uses two tied-together sheets to climb out his bedroom window when he runs away to escape the shame of being an accused thief.What? I’m a liar, am I? Oh, we shall take this kind of thing out of you, you young cub; take that;” and a heavier blow followed. I can't imagine how children could enjoy this, but I could imagine how psychotically religious parents might. Flat Eric, low-tech, yellow puppet character from Levi's commercials for Sta-Prest One Crease Denim Clothing Eric, or Little by Little is an 1858 novel by Frederic W. Farrar. It follows Eric Williams, a boy attending Roslyn School. He makes friends and achieves success both socially and academically, but also encounters bullies, bad influences, and the temptation to abandon his morals for popularity. Terrible strict, sir, I hear,” said the man, touching his cap with a comic expression, which didn’t at all tend to enliven the future pupil. “That’s the door,” he continued, “and you’ll have to give him the Doctor’s note,” and, pointing to a door at the end of the passage, he walked off.