“There, in his noisy mansion, skill’d to rule,
The village master taught his little school;
A man severe he was, and stern to view,
I knew him well, and every truant knew;
Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace
The day’s disasters in his morning face”.
Oliver Goldsmith, The Deserted Village, 1770
There are certain lines and ideas that never leave you. Mr Hennelly taught us The Deserted Village in Year 8, sitting at his desk, set high above the rows of bowed boys’ heads. We read the poem and learned, after a fashion, and from a teacher who would not have been out of place in ...