Eric, or Little by Little

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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] 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.” In November 2008, there were 20,000 men named Erik in Norway (appr. 0.9% of the male pop.) and 13,000 named Eirik (0.8%). Source: Statistics Norway, http://www.ssb.no/navn/) Know what this reminds me of? Anyone read The Week, Jr.? They have these polls that would have completely different results if parents and children would vote separately. Instead, you have them all smooshed together, clouding the results. Like, should kids still do homework? And the poll shows 50% yes. Nonsense. Yes, sir,” said Eric, very low, still painfully conscious that all the boys were looking at him, as well as the master.

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.)

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Worse than that a good deal. They were doing something which, if Eric doesn’t take care, will one day be his ruin.”

And Nature also—wisest, gentlest, holiest of teachers—was with him in his childhood. Fairholm Cottage, where his aunt lived, was situated in the beautiful Vale of Ayrton, and a clear stream ran through the valley at the bottom of Mrs Trevor’s orchard. Eric loved this stream, and was always happy as he roamed by its side, or over the low green hills and scattered dingles which lent unusual loveliness to every winding of its waters. He was allowed to go about a good deal by himself, and it did him good. He grew up fearless and self-dependent, and never felt the want of amusement. The garden and orchard supplied him a theatre for endless games and romps, sometimes with no other companion than his cousin and his dog, and sometimes with the few children of his own age whom he knew in the hamlet. Very soon he forgot all about India; it only hung like a distant golden haze on the horizon of his memory. When asked if he remembered it, he would say thoughtfully, that in dreams and at some other times, he saw a little boy, with long curly hair, running about in a flower-garden, near a great river, in a place where the air was very bright. But whether the little boy was himself or his brother Vernon, whom he had never seen, he couldn’t quite tell. Well. I saw the point Kipling was making, Written at the height of the Oxford Movement, a religious revival that swept through England in the 1840s, the book is a big fat piece of Christian propaganda. But wait. Even as boys pray fervently at the drop of a hat, and are constantly struggling with abominations like strong language, smoking, drink, and impure behavior (setting a bad example of the younger kids - did you really think sex was going to be mentioned here?) something staggering is going on. The masters, good Christian soldiers who exhort and pray from sunup to sundown, also beat the living bejesus out of their charges. Caning, flogging, birching - all standard operating procedure here. Does Eric burn with remorse and regret after his caning? No, he's filled with rage and humiliation. How refreshingly healthy and honest of him! Alas, he eventually caves and becomes a good Christian and a fine example to all his peers. The book was written by a minister, after all. At last the afternoon wore away, and a soft summer evening filled the sky with its gorgeous calm. Far-off they caught the sound of wheels; a carriage dashed up to the door, and the next moment Eric sprang into his mother’s arms.

He slowly gets beaten down by being punished erroneously for wrongdoings, getting bullied and such things as drinking, smoking and cheating. The end is tragic for Eric, as he loses everything. 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.

Although the name was in use in Anglo-Saxon England, its use was reinforced by Scandinavian settlers arriving before the Norman conquest of England. It was an uncommon name in England until the Middle Ages, when it gained popularity, and finally became a common name in the 19th century. This was partly because of the publishing of the novel Eric, or, Little by Little by Frederic Farrar in 1858. If you want a practical comment on what we’ve been talking about, you’ll see it there,” said Montagu. They called themselves by no sectarian name, nor could they have told to what “party” they belonged. They troubled themselves with no theories of education, but mingled gentle nurture with “wholesome neglect.” There was nothing exotic or constrained in the growth of Eric’s character. He was not one of the angelically good children at all, and knew none of the phrases of which infant prodigies are supposed to be so fond. But to be truthful, to be honest, to be kind, to be brave, these lessons had been taught him, and he never quite forgot them; nor amid the sorrows of after life did he ever quite lose the sense—learnt at dear quiet Fairholm—of a present loving God, of a tender and long-suffering Father. Have you ever met the kind of person who, with the best intention, would try to scare little kids into behaving by telling them that if they are bad then their parents will die? Well, Frederic W. Farrar is that person.

Very well, Williams, you are placed in the lowest form—the fourth. I hope you will work well. At present they are learning their Caesar. Go and sit next to that boy,” pointing towards the lower end of the room; “he will show you the lesson, and let you look over his book. Barker, let Williams look over you!” General Erich Von Klinkerhoffen, the boss of Colonel Kurt Von Strohm, Captain Alberto Bertorelli, Captain Hans Geering and Lieutenant Hubert Gruber in the TV series 'Allo 'Allo! The tale begins with the twelve year-old Eric counting down the days until he starts school at Roslyn. The pastoral femininity of Fairholm Cottage, where he lives with his widowed aunt and her daughter, contrasts sharply with the all-male environment of Roslyn. Fairholm Cottage, the abode of two gentlewomen, lies in a green valley surrounded by Nature, the "wisest, gentles, holiest of teachers," and here Eric "was allowed to go about a good deal by himself, and it did him good. He grew up fearless and self-dependent, and never felt the want of amusement" (13). Although Eric and his friends are able to enjoy the countryside around Roslyn, women make almost no appearance at the school. Instead, Eric is constantly surrounded by boys, both well meaning and corrupt, and guided only by the well-meaning, mostly stern schoolmasters. Roslyn's somewhat two-dimensional bullies, such as Baker and Bull, highlight the fact that Eric is good at heart. That day Eric was to have his first interview with Dr Rowlands. The school had already re-opened, and one of the boys passed by the window while they were breakfasting. He looked very happy and engaging, and was humming a tune as he strolled along. Eric started up and gazed after him with the most intense curiosity. At that moment the unconscious schoolboy was to him the most interesting person in the whole world, and he couldn’t realise the fact that, before the day was over, he would be a Roslyn boy himself. He very much wondered what sort of a fellow the boy was, and whether he should ever recognise him again, and make his acquaintance. Yes, Eric, the thread of that boy’s destiny is twined for many a day with yours; his name is Montagu, as you will know very soon. He was hurt and offended, but was too proud to cry. “What’s that for?” he said, with flashing eyes.

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. Eric XII of Sweden, rival King of Sweden and to his father Magnus IV from 1356 to his death in 1359 Douglas-Fairhurst notes: ‘Farrar’s ripple is a refrain which invests the physical world with the enduring effects of an absent body, material with moral influence, and its regular reappearance means that the lines of his novel spin a moral web which is designed to clung to the reader as another form of refrain: the solemn injunction, “no more” [163]Carpenter, Humphrey and Mari Prichard. Oxford Companion to Children's Literature. Oxford University Press, 1997. ISBN 0-19-860228-6