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Home Education. ble. So practically instructive and amusing had they found arithmetical computations, We would that every parent, whose eye had they found arithmetical computations, falls upon the above caption, would reflect that they had already gone nkarly through upon the vast importance of the subject of Home Instruction, as lying at the basis of Colburn’s Intellectual, witli the same relish all education; ask himself if the views here in expressed are correct; and consider how far the Home Shool of his children ought to be made, or can be made, to resemble the model which we have selected for his imita- and spirit of rivalry with which they solved all the enigmas and puzzles in Merry's Mu seum and Parley’s Magazine. I expect to find them, ere long, amusing themselves witli trigonometrical surveys, and the calculation of eclipses! ton They were already, to my surprise, initia- Home Education begins with lisping in- ted in the rudiments of geographical know. fancy—a period of life when the mind, most edge; and for the first tine. I learned that open to impressions from the external world, |geography also is a study adapted to the ve- acquires both knowledge and discipline with r y young. How early how very early does the child learn to distinguish one room in the an case and rapidity never again equalled. , , . , , The best Infant School is the nursery of house from another, and give to each its ap- a pious and intelligent mother ; and a grade propriate name; and how soon does it learn beyond that is the Home School. The lat- the localities of dwellings and other, p aces ter I purpose to describe as I once saw it—a | in the neighborhood . All this is, indeed, very model of what every such school should |very simple, but it constitutes the rudiments - - -of geography. Our pupils knew the direc- tion, and distance, from the old mansion, of be—a school in which were successfully pur sued, strange though it may seem, studies as varied, and numerous, and abstruse, as the every building, grove, fountain, and hillock collegian vainly boasts to have mastered : for two miles around—.he winding of every riv ulet—and could accurately trace, on a and they were taught, also, to mere children, 1 11 and in a way that, for utility and pleasure, slate or paper, a map of the whole, the boun- combining the Wile at dulce—would shame daries of the estate on which they resided, many a hook-proud pedagogue witli his cold, with the points of the compass, a scale of 1 -ods, and the bold profile of the shore of the lifeless, formal lessons, into which a ray of nature’s sunshine so seldom enters. But the teacher of our model-school—who Hudson, Shey had visited the neighboring villages, and could locate them also; and as they inquired about distant cities and coun tries, and read, or heard related, interesting accounts of them and their people, they not was he? Assuredly he was no Ichabod Crane, nor Yorkshire Squeers—no gaunt- limbed, long-faced, austere, harsh-featured, unsmiling, forbidding pedagogue. On the contrary, he was of jovial stature—scarcely | the acquisition of historical knowledge. The looking down upon his pupils; his face was leading incidents in the history of our coun- round and ruddy; his eye beamed with the try—the story of Columbus, of De Leon, of De Soto, of Captain John Smith, of the Pu- ritans, of King Philip, of Washington, of only learned more of geography, but began looking down upon his pupils; his face was fire of intelligence; and when he spoke, a radiant smile, suffusing all his features witli pencillings of beauty, lent to persuasion the magic of its winning charm. From his in nermost soul, and with a glow of moral feel ing deep and abiding, he loved his youthful charge, and they loved him in return. Nor did he deem it an occupation unworthy his intellect to feed, and nourish those germs divine of immortal being, which God himself had planted in the bosom of humanity. He was a devoted student of nature; he loved knowledge for its own sake; and he loved to communicate it to others, that they might share his enjoyments; and he had the pecu liar faculty of inspiring others with a portion of his own enthusiasm. His summer school room was no four-walled prison house, wear ing ever the same monotonous aspect of lean and rickety benches, rheumatic desks that writhed and creaked in agony, a gaunt stool or two, and % stove sallivated with a defor mity of ashes, rust and tobacco. No: 1i tensive one :—like the honey bee they pass from flower to flower in nature’s boundless parterres, and gather sweets from all of them. Assuredly, the human mind is not a unit in its operations; and its harmonious develop ment demands a great variety of subjects for the exercise of its varied powers. Moreover, we learn to discredit the doc trine that pupils must thoroughly master one entire subject before proceeding to another. Is it not a vain, a delusive, an impious idea, that they, or we, can thorougly master any- thing? But waving this: Does nature teach the whole of one science before she im parts some knowledge of another? She has given us five senses, as mediums of commu nication with the world around us; and while all are at the same time in harmonious ac tion, each changes from one object to anoth- er with the rapidity of thought, and the ver- satility of nature's own language; and a thousand perceptions come crowding their mental stores upon the brain, which garners them in the chambers of thought until mem ory recalls them for use. Let no one compare the mind of the child thus educated to a resorvoir filled by art; but let him reflect that the waters of heaven, descending upon the earth in gentle dews and copious showers, perforate through its secret chambers, where they are distilled in nature’s laboratory, and finally gathered, by many de vious channels, into a fresh, bubbling, gush- iug, sparkling, life-giving fountain—and then let him trace the parallel. We yield to, no one in admiration of a system of education based upon thorough discipline of the men tal powers : but we would give these powers wherewithal to work upon—not have them spend their strength for naught. Finally;—what extent and variety of grown large 1 by degrees, in consequence of being fed on « Alonso and Melissa," and " The Dashing Brigand.” I never saw a fiddler but I imagined Im was a prince in disguise; or a pill-agent, but I fancied he was some 1 Caelebs in search of a wife, who had adopted this romantic method of win ning one who would “ love him for himself alone." I used to wander by the mill-stream, singing, " Alone by the banks of the dark rolling Danube." fancying that some handsome artist would be sketching in the woods, (novels always have them ′ made to order,’ and conveniently near,) who would become enraptured with my view, approach gracefully, make a stately apology for intrusion which would fill three pages of a fashionable romance; tell me that he was an exile, alone in the world; and wanted some one to love him; and end by making me an impassioned offer of his hand, and heart, first as Roderigs did to Clementina in the ‘yaller River.’ But my experiment failed signally; possibly because I did not have a legacy in the shape of a white robe from the heroines of old; and I succeeded only in meeting a drunken Irishwoman who invoked the blessing of 1 the Praist on my swate soul,’ two rattlesnakes, and a herd of wild cows who chased me home, effectually curing me of solitary rambles, and causing those detestable creatures, bas-bleus, I believe you call them, witli an ink-drop on her fin- ger, whisper as I passed by, leaning on arm of my new adorer, Poor child; ’tis her first season out, Next year she'll know what she’s about, and I had an unpleasant sensation that meant me—but Col. Victor smiled at the she me through his loves of moustaches, and I quite forgot the malicious creature. I heard her say again, “ Hebe’s head is placed On Bacchus’ shoulder, and around her waist—” but I lost the rest. I wondered who she meant by Bacchus—I had not been intro duced to the gentleman. Col. Victor danced with no one but me, attended me to my carriage—asked the num ber of my residence, and promised to call soon. So I left this, my first Ball witli a very aching head—a very torn dress, and a very excited state of mind, having lost both my heart, and bracelet. He came not—oh ! no; he came not.” and I busied myself in writing to my dear, clear friend, Miranda King, a dozen letters containing each twenty pages, descriptive of In three weeks after she became dium,’ my dashing widow 2 Harry Crayton, And a D cake, with the - complin married pair, 1 vas sent to So much for love-making so I became an old maid. I. alas! Prim I shall always be, cause I did not “ bevare of vidd have gleaned any moral ful incidents—or whiled a -. hour. Susan Prim is amply repaid ‘ confessions.’ But you must take care not to our ‘me- ried to for her mention them in public—for she is now President of the Dorcas Society, and Treasurer of the Bagged School Fund—and those who now look up to her, might, if all were known, look down upon her for her early weaknesses. AVGUSTA, GA. A Good One. County court was sitting awhile ago in , on the banks of the Connecticut. It was not far from this time of the year—told weather, anyhow—and a knot of lawyers had collected around the old Franklin in the bar room. The fire blazed, and mugs of flip vere my noble, killing handsome soldier lover, the I passing away without a groan, when in came distinguished Col. Victor. Ia rough, gaunt looking “babe of the woods," I left town without seeing him I cruel fate! knapsack on shoulder and staff in hand. but When does youth despair? He would me to wonder if novel-life and real life did certainly write to me, for I had scribbled my the circle that hemmed He looked cold, and half perambulated favorite schoolroom wore so cheerful an as- Franklin, and others-—had been oft narrated to them as they were gathered around the evening fireside, and were as familiar to them as the stories of Tom Thumb, Cinderella, and Jack the Giant Killer. But in the various departments of natu ral history our pupils found a fund of com bined information and amusement that task ed all their energies, without ever wearying them. Nature was to them a vast bazaar— a curiosity shop from which they had collec ted a minature one of their own. They knew at sight the kinds of trees that grew in all the woodlands around, and could tell both their botanical and their common names; not a new.flower did they pass in their rambles witliout inquiring of their teacher its name and properties; and each had collected a neat herbarium of his own: and from the shore, the glen, and she IIIidle, they had made a Laundsome collection of petrifications and other specimens for a geological cabinet. not differ slightly. I disdained ordinary ‘love-making,’ and although I was well con- knowledge are required in the teacher of our | tent to flirt witli the guests who visited our children! To be a perfect specimen—a mod- el teacher—all science and literature should be at his command; lie should be a master of the art of instruction, and fascination should dwell upon his lips. How small a part of his duties and his usefulness is em braced in hearing the few lessons of the schoolroom ! No other profession requires such qualifications; no other, not even that of the minister of God (reverently be it spo- ken,) equals it in dignity and importance; for to its charge are intrusted the minds and house, I scorned the idea of losing my heart to any one of those hum drum commonplace beings. Suddenly my resolution wasshaken. The in the fire, as with a address on those little ivory tablets he ear- | wall of brass, looking for a chance to warm tied with him.|his shins. Nobody moved, however: and un- Three weeks after my return home, I able to sit down, for lack of a chair, he did chanced to meet a lady from his town. Of i the novt Loot +32 11 - 11 ■ the next best thing —leaned against a wall, course I told her of my love; for I was Of wil g 1 1: • ’ i With tears 11 his lists and hi that tender age which deliglits to pour its confidence into every listening female ear. Af ter many blushes, I revealed his name, and advent of our young minister, a pale-faced theologian, witli no household responsibili- asked if she knew him. ties to meat, created quite a stir in our quiet. With the blankest look of astonishment I country neighborhood. Many an admiring have ever seen on a human face, she gazed at eyes doubled souls of youth while yet i and while impres sions for are most potent and lastir ces.—School & Tome Jour or f r evil cir influen- [For the bozo New.] An Old Maid’s Confessio Or Lore-making by Drocy eye followed him as lie ascended the aisle, me and answered in a sharp tone, and flourished his white handkerchief from course I do--why, lie is my husband." the pulpit, for he came under the head of « Of The blow was too bitter; after all my that class who are composed of " a little Tat- ■ boasts of ′ distinguished conquests,’ and ‘ su ¬ in, a little mythology, and a good deal of perior discrimination,’ I had been flirted pect that even tire ’erry laugh of childhood seemed to blend in harmony witli the scene; for the breezes of heaven whispered in it; the sunshine and shadow gamboled there; nature’s songsters enlivened it; it was per fumed with a thousand delicious odor; it was spread with a carpet of green, flower-enam eled beyond the handiwork of art; and it was o’erarched with a canopy of the softest cerulean blue, on which the eye never tired in gazing. Our model teacher was the constant com panion of his pupils; he was known to them as one of their own number; of school, they scazeely knew the name ; but they knew that They could tell the names and cl of all the songsters that warbled in the grove, and of- the fish that filled the river; while the thousand insects that sported iu the sum- mer air.were, to them, objects, not of annoy- ance or curiosity merely, but of rational amusement and instruction; and their nu merous etomological specimens would have done credit to. older naturalists than they were. How I wondered that all teachers do not cultivate, for their own gratification, and instruct their pupils in a science so rich in interest, so abundant in ready materials for its prosecution, and so impressive of the les- BY JENNY woodbine. son, that we live ′ in a bright and breathing nothing was so delightful as to be told all world. In chemistry an latitel philoso- they wished to know; and he who joined in I phy they ha I made no mean advances, for and, unconsciously to them, directed their with such a teacher as they had, nothing was pastimes wlib accompanied them in all their I allowed t go unnoticed or unexplained, ra mbles; who flew their kites ; helped them They found chemical ingredients—salts lam an old maid: and my name is Susan Prim. But I was not always an old maid, nor I was not always prim. There are folks —malicious people you may be sure, who contend that when I was in my ‘teens,’ I be longed to the order called’fast,’ and did a great many extraordinary things, such as ri ding wild horses withe t a saddle; and gil- loping through the w ds before the sun was down, minus bom.. Of course, my memo- ry does not extend back so far; and I must to construct their water-wheels and wind mills; who artfully drew forth, and answer- cd all the thousand and one questions of prattling, inquisitive childhood, was, wheth er called teacher or not, the loved and guar- dian genius of the little group. But in such a scht 1 as we have described, and with such a teacher , 20 is surprising ids id alkalies—in the kitchen and on dining table : the enemical and culinary of bread-making oven, was not thought worthy the attention of boys, though too ac- the art un- to be overlooked in the domestic education of young misses : the garden supplied them with an agricultural laboratory ; and they those lie some, at but Ii same thin of for smuggl more 1° ther NCR, BIO WILL Buon 1 I A what number of found philosophy —-everywhere. At common t how early an age, | pump was to them an object of interest: an 9 explanation of its principles led them far in to the field of philosophical investigation: most constantly occupied; but they were lit- and I found they talked learnedly, but not : they listened to their pedantically, of atmospheric and hydrotastic 1 rossure; of the air pump ; of hydro en, ox- 1 I omit to dwell at length on entricities. I was not hand- ■vious individuals said so— nd that amounts to the tered College at the age rated immediately— nto my room -broke 1 count—run my fa- . Mac of ′ a thousand a year’ with Blair, Upham, and all studies they pursued, and how rapidly they progressed in them. With the study of language they were al- the aware of it; for as - teacher, or prattled with their playmates, | pressure; of the air pump what dil they realize of thertedin of study ? I ygen, and nitrogen: 2 d with much enthusi- They wrote little accounts of their frequent as they explained to me the experir ents • excursions, and did it in the best language which their teacher had shown them with they could command; for each was called, the compound blow-pipe, and the solar mi- upon to point out any defects he might dis- 1 croseope. cover in these unpretending essays of his companions, and to suggest improvements.— And, moreover, each ever carried witli him his blank book and pencil, and noted down those little inaccuracies of expression which his well trained car detected; and thus, in the small things of ordinary chit-chat, which have so much to do with the tout ensemble of the gentleman and scholar, their tastes were cultivated, and their feelings, refined,—and that, too, without any of the pedantic affec tation which is so apt to become engrafted upon the character of older pupils by the Like all things else, a walk of a summer’s evening was turned to profitable account.— What is more interesting to children than to listen to the mysteries of the visible heavens —to be told that those bright gems that glit ter and sparkle in the deep vault of the eve ning sky, are, some of them, worlds like our own ; that some are supposed to be suns en lightening other worlds; and that the moon is like our earth, shining with a borrowed light.? How their infant minds expand with formal lessons of the schoolroom. Thus into the opening immensities of creation ! How they delight to soar away, as on angel’s wings, the unfathomable and immeasurable those other dignified gentlemen—crime out victor, if you. Lake into consideration the fact, that at the close of the Term, scarce a grammatical and rhetorical exercises formed the every-day occupation of our juvenile pu pils, with an occasional essay in the higher departments of rhetorical criticism! •. realms of space! And as they learn the names, distances, and revolutions of some of the visible planets, are they not taking. les- sons in the sublime science of Astronomy ?— And while witli new-born rapture, they gaze But we have already progressed so far in the educational course of our pupils as al- upon “the multitude of the heavenly ho most to have forgotten to notice the manner Forever singing, as they shine The land that made 18 is divine. in which they pursued the seemingly more el- ementary branches of study. Reading, what question is naturally suggested to their spelling, and writing, it may be conjectured, | inquiring minds? " Who made them all ?n were easily provided for by one so fertile in Thus from nature the thoughts are easily led expedients as our model teacher ; but, assu-upward to nature’s God; the mere child is redly, in .arithmetic and geography, there led to the portals of divinity and theology, must have been formal recitations? Scarce- and drinks from the fountains of heavenly ly anything of the lind yet, we reply, until i wisdom. leaf of their works which had fallen into my hand could be discovered, inasmuch as I |generally went to the class-room with the lesson pinned on my fan, or stuffed in my glove, but never by any chance, in my head. Wasted n great many pounds of chalk in calculating the height of Lunar mountains on the blackboard—totally ruined several Pi- ano’s with “ Caliph of Bagdad"— correspon- ded clandestinely with seven students in a neighboring College—broke the heart of one —(at least he " took to drink” and sent his boot to the bootmaker once a day to be men- ded, which article generally came back with a flask concealed in it,) and succeeded in’ causing the head of another to be broken, so, altogether, I got on amazingly well. Gradu ated at last with a smattering of French, which amounted to on four, ehere amie, and connten vous, partes vous—taking with me for- ty daguerreotypes of my classmates; and the “eternal vows of constancy” of each—three portfolios of music, (having learned to play ‘La Cracovienne’; and to sing in the most approved style, ‘A Little more Cider’) and a Diploma. This over, I returned to the parental mansion, witli an exalted view of tilings in general, and of myself in particu lar. And why not? I had read a composi tion in prose (and very prosy it was too,) on “Education For The Masses," written by Lawyer Bugg—the audience humbugged into handkerchief." As I was Susan Prim, the Deacon’s daugh ter, of course I came in for a good share of his attention. As he grew more attentive, I grew more devout, for although I blush nowI to make the disclosure, I was one of the many who " stole the livery of Leaven to serve," not exactly Pluto, but myself in- First in church, last, out of it, at prayer- meeting, in all sorts of weather—head of all subscription li-ts, and so forth, and so on, with endless etceteras, until the village gos- sips wondered « that had come over Susan Prim;" and my good father congratulated himself that his wild child had ‘sobered down’ and would - in becomes a useful mem ber of society. But alas! for his expecta tions; and alas! for my good resolutions! the problem of what has come over our Susan" was solved by our Pastor’s returning| from a short visit, one bright Sabbath eve, with a stout, thick personage, who answered I to the title of the "new minister’s wife” and my devoutness subsided like a very war but short-lived fever ; and wondrous to late, was followed by a chill—of disappoint ment. My first winter in town, was the bright epoch of my eventful life. I patronised all the fashionable stores; and ‘ got myself up’ into what the Yankees call « good shape.”— That is, I wore on my head three plumes;| with, and by a married man ? After falling away to a shocking degree, and looking unutterably things at the moon, my agonised feelings found vent—in rhyme! Oh! the foolscap I wasted—the pens I de stroyed—the carpets I ruined with ink! But desperate diseases require desperate remedies.’ After all, I believe I rejoiced ra ther than grieved at this unexpected calami ty. It exalted me to a I. roine—I had a up,’ and listened to the discussion on the pro per way of serving a referee on a warrantee deed as if he was the Judge to decide the matter. Soon ho attracted the attention of the company, and a y bung spr g spoke to him. «You look like a traveller.” 11 Wall, I s’pose I am;I come from Wis- cousin afoot, at any rate." " From Wisconsin ! that is a distance to go on one pair of legs. I say, did you ever pass through h—11 in your travels?” “Yes, sir," lie answered, a kind of wicked look stealing over his ugly phizmahogony." I ben through the outskirts.” “I thought likely. Well, what are the customs there? Some of us would like to know.” “ 0,” says the pilgrim, deliberately, half shutting his eyes and drawing round the cor ner of his mouth till two rows of yellow stubs, witli a mass of masticated pig foil appeared sorrow to bear, a ‘canker worm’ to conceal through the slit in his check, which was gnawing away the vitals lieart—a grief to hide from the eyes ‘cruel world;’ and it also gave me an tunity to ipatiate in verse on the hood of man’--a favorite topic with women * for in disappointed, t false to one,4 of my of the oppor- false- young . “To 4I will you’ll find them the same as in this region—the lawyer sit nighest the fire! Our own Feside. Is there a man who do not love his own de, his hearthstone family Bible: wife, and his old The fires, e, hearth coc., figured weekly in the Po- our village newspaper, in very red ■■ roor Dusan was go-; "The" over the signature of n.- mutil Harry Crayton .ante is the neighborhood: .gw love' put 11 - Jone' tonlight. I had often vowed in my public rhymes. My heart shall know no set and love Shall trust no second time — For my devotion's faithful still, And endeth not with time. But I thought the matter over one evening and on each one of my dress skirts, seven when Harry was singing a duet with me, flounces. I spared no pains to make myself and concluded to change my mind, and nacie take-a-ble, and was astonished to find myself | 1 00, if possible. 1:1 1 - 1 1:111 - 1 I Harry was a young man of ‘limited in- eclipsed on sundry occasions, by a little girl j • - , :1: 1 1: 1 1 iconic, (father declared I always fell in love with no pretensions to high birth, who wore ' ■ 1. 1 , ‘ , with some poor Satan of a fellow not able to a plain straw bonnet, common delaines, and 1 1 whose mother taught school for a living.— One night there was a grand ‘ hop’—I never shall forget it—graced by wit, beauty, man ly excellence and dignity—foremost among the former stood—in her own estimation, Su san Prim! I wore a white silk, flounced to the waist, and a mammoth headdress of flow ers over my curls. A handsome man in dashing uniform was presented to me as Col. Victor—he claimed pay for the boots he wore) but had expecta tions founded on an Uncle in India—like those we read of in Novels ; and who always come back just at the proper time, to enrich some noble nephew, or love-lorn niece, and rescue them from the clutches of the ‘vil- lian’ of the story, who stalks about witli a sardonic air, and a hat drawn over his eye- brows. For a while all went on smoothly—but alas! I soon discovered that "the first step wife and Bible, brighten the fire on the. and without his wife and Bible, he should be miserable, the most miserable of men ! Our heart teaches us tha the fireside is the most sacred spot on earth. No rash intruder can touch it. We love it so reverently, witli the old Bible, that we could do any desperate deed to protect both! It is both happily and truly said, that, “The music of happy voices encircling our fireside and our tables—11 - smile of greeting. the nameless little from the alter of f: wearied watching of arm of latest devotic tains us, and aids us the rod and the s comfort us through / but the responsive b care, and gentleness, our households—-tl true, domestic moral True, every word ! pathy and kindness cheer our hearts at the fireside. The bright fire in midwinter, and soft whispering of love in mid-summer, the delicious music of all things in Nature—com the honor of my hand for a Schottische; and of love is on a rose—the second meets a I was soon whirling away, to the imminent thorn.” My father (my novels always painted danger of my flounces; and I may add, of bine harmoniously to make our own a happy home. Waggery. Some time ago, one Sunday, we our way to one of our churches, and fireside wended instead the inherent desire for knowledge in the But why go over the whole field of learn- poung, imperiously demanding gratification, ing? With a teacher whose whole soul was had grown into a hubit that made all study imbued with science—prodigal of his intel- the belief that it was my own; and this high- and amusement. ectual wealth— his bounty boundless as flown grandiloquent effort had caused many If poetry be the language of nature, we the sea, his love as deep —what branch of a stick and boot heel to rap in evident de- have learned that that complicated study, useful knowledge would be neglected in his j light. Besides, I was the only daughter of and mathematics, is neither prosaically re- I constant intercourse with his pupils? Eve- - 1 1 • 1,1 , 1:1 1 I -A . my mother who, in her ′ young days, had pulsive to a child s imagination, nor above | fo object in nature, however seemingly in- - 1 . : 2 the grasp of its intellect. How early does significant—it might be a blade of grass, an figured extensively at Catoosa, aye, and at the mere child number its playthings ? It jinsect’s wing, a dewdrop, or a mote that floats Saratoga too, as the lady who wore four dif can hardly play a game of marbles without in the sunbeam—would elicit inquiry, awa- making a practical application of the first ken thought, and lead to the lucidation of four fundamenatl rules of arithmetic. But interesting truths in philosophy; for those we found our pupils, mere children as they I who early form habits of constant observa- were, advanced considerably beyond the tion, and cultivate an inquiring state of mind, threshold of mathematics. Games of com- will find will find putation were their frequent evening's amuse ment. I found them exercising their skill at guessing upon the heights of trees and steeples; and witli 10 little interest I saw them'measure, the heght of accessible objects, and the length of their shadows, and thus, by the natural method of analysis, while for mal proportion w inknown to them, calcu late the he ' lose that were inaccessi- Books in the running brook sermons in stones, And God in everything." iferent dresses every day—and the sole heir ess of my father, who possessed a round hun dred thousand, independent of Railroad stock, and the ‘colored element.’ Nothing remained now but to look out for a ‘son-in-law for my father,’ (I like original |terms) and I began to do so as speedily as Thus we have given you, parents, an in possible, with the safe prospect of winning, troduction to our model teacher, and the if not with my golden curls, my golden dol- happy pupils whose minds lie is training in |lars—if not with my dark eyes, my dark-ies. the paths of knowledge and virtue. It will .. be seen that the latter are not confined to | (last pun not original.) two or three studies, as is often the custom’ Unfortunately I had a romantic vein run- now-a-days, but that the range is a very ex- ning through my composition, which had my neck, and heart. After the ‘ whirl’ was over, he seated him self next me—fanned me witli chivalrous de votion, and plucked my bouquet to pieces with lover-like gallantry. Then he proposed a ‘promenade’—I consented; and paraded up and down the capacious hall with the pleasing consciousness that all the others were dying with envy. Of course they were, or they would not have stared at me so. when I selected the prettiest of all my flow ers—a white rosebud, and asked him « to wear it for my sake." Conscious that I was looking my best, I resolved to ‘conquer or to die,’ and if I did not, it was not the mantua-maker’s fault, or mine, for my dress fitted to a nicety, (I fain ted when it was hooked on,) and I used all those ‘charms’ which four years at boarding- school had taught me, viz; the silly giggle, the affected simper, &c. My Colonel was certainly captivated, for he danced with no one else—talked constantly of, “Yourself a fairer flower." I had heard it before—but it sounded quite new on his lips—and kept murmuring in an under-tone about ‘congenial spirits,’ who in spite of conventionalities, would recognise one another on the first meeting. I should have felt quite happy, but I heard one of fathers as cross old curmudgeons—I believed them now.) called my poor Harry a “ fortune hunter," and forbade him the house. I could not, would not believe it; and in my deep grief, revealed all my tribulations to a dash- ing young widow, in the neighborhood, who was delighted beyond measure, at the thought of being confidante; and who kindly begged me to “ leave it all to her she would manage it.” And manage she did, witli a vengeance! She was to convey love-messages, and occa sionally notes, and bouquets from one to the other; and to act the part of consoler to both. And well did she manage her task. That of a sermon heard an address upon some miss- ionary or other benevolent subject. After the address was concluded, two brethren were sent around witli the baskets for contributions. Parson L , who was one of the basket- bearers, taking the side upon which we sat. Immediately in our front, and upon the seat negligently reclined our friend Bill II- , a gentleman of infinite humor and full of dry jokes. Parson L extended the basket and Bill slowly shook his head. “ Come, William, give us something," said the Parson. “ Can’t do it,” replied Bill. " W liy not? Is not the cause a good one?” “Yes; but I am not able to give anything." "Poh! Pol! I know better; you must woman was made for a general, she was such I give a better reason than that, a skillful maneuverers. Flowers I did re- Well, I owe too much money --I must ceive, and messages without number, but of be just before I am generous, you know. notes not one. “ I have begged him to But, Williar , Jou owe God a larger debt write Sue dear, but he is afraid the letters might fall into your father’s hands, and get you into difficulties. He begs me to say that his love is undying as ever, and that as soon as his Uncle returns from India; and lie becomes your equal in fortune he will woo you openly. In the mean time he begs you will accept this flower as a slight token of his unchanging devotion. To cheer up darling, all will come out right.” And so it did for her. 1 Woe is me Alhama ! than you owe any one else.” " That’s true, parson; but then he ai’nt pushing me lilo the balance of my creditors." The parson’s face got into rather a curious condition, and he passed on. "Jury," said a Western judge, “you kin go out and find a verdict. If you ean’t find |one of your own, git the one the last jury used." They returned a verdict of suicide in the ninth degree against the fellow who had Istolen a pig.
